Sunhee stands between Jeongin and Seungmin, her hand only a millimeter from Jeongin's as they stand outside Han's door, waiting for him to respond.
Sunhee nudges both of the boys with her elbows. "Trust Han to not answer the door."
Jeongin wraps his arm around her, laughing with an open mouth as Seungmin stifles a laugh at the sight of them. Only a moment later, Chan, Han, and Minho all appear at the door and greet them, allowing them in.
Because of the traumatic events she had to witness in front of a live audience the other day, she refuses to look at Chan as she walks past him and uses Jeongin's hand to cover her eyes.
In the living room, Chan and Changbin sit in two armchairs, looking down at the others like the kings of the group they are.
Han takes a seat by Minho on an L-shaped sofa, and Felix lays next to them, his head on Hyunjin's lap.
With no seats left, the three youngest end up sitting on the floor, much like the first night she had spent at their old dorm.
When they all get comfortable, Han sets up YouTube on the TV, and as subtly as she can, Sunhee clicks open YouTube on her phone and waits.
"You guys arrived just in time; we've only got three minutes left," Changbin comments with a hint of fake annoyance, raising his eyebrow at the trio on the floor. Seungmin raises his hands in defense. "Sunhee's the one who took ten years to find a good outfit!"
"Yeah, and you spent twenty to find your coat. And it ended up being in your room." Jeongin claps his hands together, laughing at Seungmin's defeated side-eye.
As the chaos begins to dwindle, everyone starts the countdown to midnight.
"Five. Four. Three. Two. One." Felix then imitates fireworks as Sunhee, beyond anyone's knowledge, clicks on the music video at the same time.
"Our first comeback with our Sunhee," Chan cheers but is only met with Sunhee's broken face.
Her fingers rapidly scroll through the already full comments.
The first few read things such as "She brings so much to the group~!" or "STAN SUNHEE LIKE I.N SAID!!".
But it didn't take much to find the hate.
"As if their first comeback with her is a love song."
"She's singing like any of them would date a girl with that many rolls."
"Look at that ugly dog next to MY boys. Ugly fat cunt."
Her hand flies to her stomach, grasping at the skin. Why did they have to dress her in a crop top? Why couldn't she be thinner?
Why is she so fucking ugly and disgusting? Her thoughts mirror those of her fans.
No. Not her fans. THEIR fans.
Finding herself going deeper and deeper into the comments, her heart beat quickens and quickens, desperately trying to break out of her ribs.
Hyunjin and Felix giggle behind her at something on the TV, but she can't see it. It's all a blur.
Jeongin places his mouth to her ear and whispers something, but she can't take it.
The noises don't sound like noises, rather just faint, mocking murmurs.
Without a word, she gets up and begins to stumble to the front door, her hands and face tingling, feeling like the blood is being drained from them right there and then.
Holding a cough in her scratchy throat, she ignores the confused mumblings of the members.
How could she stay in there crying when they've all worked so hard for this?
Her numb hand reaches for the door handle, but another hand grabs at her wrist, causing her breathing to quicken and the tears that had been begging to fall from her eyes finally do so.
Han pulls her back in, his contorted in an ugly fit of rage. "You can't fucking storm out! Are you really that selfish? We've all been working our asses off to make sure this can all fit you well, and you're storming out?!"
All she can think of is removing her wrist from his tight grip.
"Dad..." she whispers, too quiet for Han to hear.
The feeling of her dad's paranormally devastating grip seems to return, burning a circle into her wrist.
The way he slapped her, hurt her, ruined her.
It all floods back, drowning her brain in an ocean of sorrow.
Tears begin to drop from her cheeks and splash on the floor, loud in the silence only consumed by Han's heavy breathing.
"What even is it, Sunhee? You don't like the way you look? You don't like the way it turned out? You're being selfish."
All she can do is shove her phone into his other hand, the comments open, before stumbling out the door, ignoring her other members shouting after her.
She doesn't stop running, tears flying back into her waving hair as she rips down the street, her eyes glossed over and her cheeks red and raw.
How could she do that to herself? She promised that no man would ever, ever touch her like that, and yet here she is, running down the road, trying to ignore the finger marks burnt onto her wrist.
The marks of a man she thought was good.
Stopping in the middle of the street, she places her hands on her knees and bends over, simply sobbing.
What the fuck just happened?
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My moon | Yang jeongin x OC
FanfictionSunhee has been begging and pleading for her debut after many years as a trainee. Finally she gets the opportunity to debut. But.. it's with a preformed group who she has no clue about.
