𝐈𝐋𝐘𝐌𝐓𝐀 - Yan!BLLK x Fem!Reader

0 - Disheveled

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You pull your hair as you curled up, pressing your thighs against your torso. Numerous profanities and screams were all you heard running outside your room.

You wanted them to stop, you did.

But what were you able to do about it? You'll get hurt if you did. You wouldn't want that, right? Your body is too good to get hurt. Your talents would be wasted. So, just suck it up, will you?

You really can't take it anymore. The feeling of always not being able to have your own freedom. Always practicing your skills and the things you're good at with barely even enough rest.

Those screams make you angry, disgusted, even. Just how can they do shit like that? Don't they know how to let their kids rest? Goddamnit.

Everything sucks ass, doesn't it?

You bit your lips and tried to stop the tears about to run down from your eyes. You reached out for your phone, even in your vulnerable state.

You unlocked it and played music.

God, you can't even listen to music by yourself now if you're not alone because of your damned parents taking away your earphones.

Nuts (ft. rainy bear) - Lil peep

Putting it on loop, you cringed at the memory of your parents insulting your taste in music.

The screamings stopped but you paid no mind. Footsteps approaching the room, you sighed, awaiting for the knocks on your door.

Soon, it did come.

I mean, it was a daily occurrence. You don't care that much of their constant knocking after they argue.

"[Name]? Honey? Come outside, won't you?" You scowled at the fake sweet tone. Rolling to the side of the bed, you soon got up as the woman's knocking got impatient.

Adults sure are insufferable.

"What?" You asked as you opened the door, a frown on your face apparent as your eyes darted over to the woman's.

"That's really no way to talk to your parents." The man who was with her said, making you scowl even more.

They gave you a paper, specifically, an invitation from the Japan Football Union.

The fuck? I'm not even a guy.

You inspected the letter, scoffing as you see your brother's name instead of yours.

"This is not mine. You got the wrong kid." The woman chuckles at your answer as you looked at her as if she was a mental health center escapee.

"Look, hun. We all know you're a better player than that boy, so why don't you take place for him?" You let out a pissed "huh?" and tried to slam the door shut on their face but your so called 'dad' stopped it and looked at me with an intent face.

"Oh no, you don't do that here. You're going whether you want it or not. Cut your hair short and make yourself look like a boy. Problem solved, right?" He gives a grin and my eyes widened as you mentally gave him a middle finger.

"What the hell do you mean?! It's his dream to get this, not me! At least let him try!" You replied angrily, seeing your brother's expectant eyes peeping from the door of his room.

How can two people be so damn awful?!

"We don't care about his dream, my sweet [Nickname]. But we do care about yours! Isn't that so great?" Your 'mom' said and grabbed your hands with a disgusting smile on her face.

"No, it's not great! I don't want to attend to that damned soccer bullshit! I want rest, okay? Rest!" You yelled at them and realized that you majorly made them angry by the looks in their eyes.

There's really no going back now, huh?

"[Name] [Last Name]! We didn't raise you to be like this, right?! Don't say those things to your parents, dear... it hurts me!" You gritted your teeth and looked at them angrily.

How dare they say those words to me! They don't even love me for who I am!

Your mom snaps and grabbed your hair, dragging you inside your room as you saw your god-forsakened dad closed the door from outside, letting your mom 'discipline' you.

The world is so damn cruel for making you stuck with these awful people.

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