I heard one of her friends talking while I was walking away. My heart skipped a beat, what if they were talking shit about me? Well how funny of me thinking that someone would actually be myfriend and accept me for who I am.
“Huh? What do you mean by that? He looks normal to me.”
“No.. What I mean is, there's something wrong with him. Like something is going on with his life, like family or mebtal problems and stuff.”
“Oh... Yeah, I kind of noticed that too.. That's why I always tell him that I'm here for him. Well I did see him getting bullied before, I'm sure he has other problems than that, so I'm trying my best to make him feel better, even just a little bit.”
That's what they were talking about. I thought they were talking shit behind my back but they weren't, were they concerned? Worried?
“But despite all of that shit, he's fucking cool. He seems fucking cool dude!”
I was surprised when I heard that, I was honestly walking slowly so I could hear their conversations.
“I know, you should get to know him better. He's cool, he knows some cool tricks and shit.”
“I wonder when will I get to know him better, our friend group should know about him! I'm sure they'll like him because he's just the same as us.”
I finally started walking faster, I've heard enough. That's all I need to know, that their not talkijg shit behind my back. I can't believe someone finds me cool as fuck? But I'm just a nerd, what's cool about me? I'm just a mere human being, with a shitty life. Nothing is special about me, nothing special about my life... Well I guess Michelle is the only one that's special in my life. She truly cares.. I think.
Time passed by and I finally got back at home. Father was drunk once again, not surprised. Great.
“Wooin! Come make dinner! Cook something to eat..”
I'm tired.
“...okay.”
I'm just obeying my dad and doing shits he tells me to do. Why the fuck is my father an abusive drug dealer? Can I still live this life? I need to. I have to. Just a few more years and I can't escape this hellhole.
I went to the kitchen and cooked something to eat.
“C'mon I'm so hungry!”
My dad shouted. Does he think cooking is easy? Does he think that it can be done fast? Just wait.
“Dinner is ready..”
I placed the food on the dining table, prepared the plates and everything. My dad sat on the chair, and I did too.
“Wooin... What the hell is this?!”
My dad slammed his palm on the table and I flinched.
“This tastes like shit! I gave you shelter, I gave you clothes, I gave you food, I gave you support, I gave you everything! Yet you're like this?! Can you not do anything good?! You're fucking useless.”
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Please, Don't Leave Me. (Wooin Yoo)
FanfictionWindbreaker fanfiction || Wooin Yoo x Michelle (Reader) Michelle met Wooin back in high school. She was with him at his lowest, when he never got anyone to save him during those times when he was suffering. She was the one who was there to help him...
