ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴀᴋꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴀɴᴋ ᴄᴀɴᴠᴀꜱᴇꜱ 🖌 ʏᴜɴʜᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

T W E N T Y - T H R E E

The next day at school was a mess. Y/N couldn't walk around school without people talking about her and the photos. She kept her head low, covering herself with a hoodie and a pair of dirty sweatpants, trying to go unnoticed. The girls who admired her and wanted to be her now look at her with distain and disgust, their mouths turning to frowns at her sight.

Y/N's self esteem crashed faster than ever, tears welling up in her eyes, threatening to fall out if she her eyelids moved by a nanometer. It didn't help that Yunho was absent that day, taking rest at home from his injuries; she was grateful for what he did, sending him a 900 word text thanking him for his deeds, but it would've been better if he was here with her. 

Classes passed by in a blur, the only thing that improved her day slightly was her English finals results. 76%. Not the best, but Y/N smiled at the improved grades, wondering how Yunho would react. She found herself paying attention in English class a lot more than normal, finding out that if she didn't sleep the entire time, it wasn't half-bad. Maybe she wasn't all that useless in school after all.

When the last bell rang, all the students pushed past each other to get home or to their after-school clubs a s fast as possible, not wanting to be in class any longer. Y/N took her time and waited for everyone to file out the class so she can pack up in piece. She put her notebook and pencil case away and was about to head for the door until the teacher stopped her.

"Everything alright Y/N? Your eyes are a bit red." The teacher's face softened as she looked at Y/N.

"Huh? Oh, yeah I'm fine. Didn't get sleep." She replied.

"Is something bothering you? You got a pretty good mark on your finals, I have no idea why you're so down."

Y/N looked up at her teacher, noticing the concern etched on her face. She rubbed her eyes as she spoke, "Nothing's bothering me, just stressed out for the other exams."

"Oh yeah, right." The teacher then smiled softly, "Well, don't go too hard on yourself, okay? Get some rest."

Y/N nodded her head politely and left the class in a hurry, seeing that only a few students hung around after the bell rung. She pulled the hood over her head and speed-walked to the school gate until she was stopped by somebody, her eyes making contact with their shoes. She looked up to see none other than Wonyoung.

"Oh look, the slut." Wonyoung grinned, taking a long drag out of a pink vape and blowing the smoke in her face.

Y/N wafted the smoke away from her face, coughing slightly as she inhaled some of it, "Excuse me?"

"You know who you are." Wonyoung then dragged her to the bathroom by her hair, walking quickly to not be spotted.

Y/N screamed and kicked as she tried to break free from her grip, giving up when she realised that she had no energy and that it was useless to fight back. She stayed still, letting herself get dragged by Wonyoung.

Inside, she was shoved inside a stall to be met with Wonyoung and Soyeon, hunger flashing in their eyes. Y/N's heart pounded as she stood in the cramped bathroom stall, staring at Wonyoung and Soyeon, who were blocking her only way out. The cruel smirk on Wonyoung's face and the way Soyeon cracked her knuckles sent a wave of dread through her. The fluorescent lights overhead flickered slightly, casting a harsh, unforgiving glow on the scene.

"Look at your pathetic ass," Wonyoung sneered, her voice dripping with malice. "Everyone saw those pictures. You're a fucking joke."

Wonyoung stepped closer, invading Y/N's personal space. "Don't even think about crying. You'll just make it worse for yourself." She glanced at Soyeon, who nodded and reached into her bag, pulling out a small, sleek pair of scissors.

Y/N's breath hitched as she realized what they were planning. Before she could react, Soyeon grabbed a fistful of her hair, holding her in place.

"Hold still," Wonyoung whispered menacingly, as the scissors came closer to Y/N's face. "We're going to give you a new look. Something that shows who you really are."

Soyeon smirked maliciously as she began destroying Y/N hair, strand by strand, chunk by chunk. The both of them laughing cruelly as her hair went from luscious locks to the result of a discarded doll. Wonyoung then pulled out a cigarette and a lighter, lit up the cigarette, and pressed the hot bud on Y/N's skin. Y/N hissed from he pain, tears brewing in her eyes, threatening to fall out. But she knew better than to scream for help.

Soyeon grinned bashful and decided to join in on the fun, lighting her own cigarette and pressing it onto her neck, her veins twitching at the burn. Y/N bti her lip in pain as they kept pressing more and more burns into her skin, the smell of tobacco filling the air.

After they got bored, Wonyoung snatched the scissors from the ground and began cutting up the hoodie. The hoodie Yunho gave her.

Something inside Y/N snapped. The fear that had paralyzed her suddenly morphed into a fierce fury. She wasn't going to let them control her like this, not anymore. Without thinking, Y/N grabbed Wonyoung's wrist, twisting it just enough to make her drop the scissors. The clatter of the metal hitting the floor echoed in the small space. Wonyoung gasped in shock, momentarily taken aback by Y/N's sudden resistance.

"Don't you fucking dare." Y/N picked up the scissors and threw them at her, a small trickle of blood streaming from Wonyoung's face.

Soyeon gasped in surprise at the sight of the blood, her eyes widening and her clamped around her mouth in horror. Taking advantage of their surprise, Y/N shoved Soyeon away from her, sending her stumbling back into Wonyoung. She didn't wait for them to recover; she bolted out of the stall, her heart pounding in her chest as she raced toward the bathroom door.

Y/N ran like a bolt as she escaped the area, looking for anyone to help her. A slight breeze entered the hoodie to her arm through the slit, reminding her of what they had done to her. The cold harsh air stinged her eyes as she darted across the halls, searching for anybody to help her. If only Yunho was here.

Suddenly, she heard the footsteps of a pair of loud high heels, the clanking sound filling the air. Y/N 's eyes brightened as she recognised the sound; following it, hoping it's the person she's thinking of. 

Clack, Clack, Clack

After a short while of stalking the sound, there she was, her English teacher. Her teacher heard the sound of panting behind her and turned around to see Y/N, her hair uneven and disheveled, burn marks all over her skin and her eyes red from crying.

The teacher put her hand over her mouth in horror, "WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?"

And the tears spilt out.