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The cold, damp air clung to Park Dahye's skin as she sat huddled on the floor of her room, knees drawn tightly to her chest. Her body ached with the fresh bruises from yet another beating. Silent tears streamed down her face, and she bit her lip to keep from making any noise. The walls of her small, oppressive room seemed to close in on her with each passing minute. It was another rainy night in Seoul, the heavy downpour pounding against the window like a constant reminder of her trapped existence.
The house was eerily quiet, save for the rhythmic snores of her parents drifting from the next room. Her father's drunken rage still echoed in her ears, and her mother's harsh words lingered like poison. For years, Dahye had endured the abuse. At nineteen, she was supposed to feel the freedom of youth, yet she felt more like a prisoner than ever before.
She wiped her tears away, her heart pounding with resolve. This had to be the last time. The last time she'd let herself get beaten, the last time she'd cry herself to sleep in this house of horrors. She took a deep breath, mind racing with the plan she'd been contemplating for days.
When she was sure her parents were deep in their drunken slumber, Dahye moved with the precision of someone who had sneaked around many times before. She quietly tiptoed to their bedroom, her heart hammering in her chest. The room reeked of alcohol and smoke, their bodies sprawled across the bed in a mess of tangled sheets.
She moved toward the dresser, hands trembling slightly as she rummaged through drawers until she found the stash of cash hidden beneath her father's socks. Just enough to survive for a while. Stuffing the money into her pocket, she silently backed out of the room, careful not to make a sound.
Back in her own room, Dahye grabbed the old, worn-out backpack from her closet and began packing. A few changes of clothes, a toothbrush, a tattered book she'd read a hundred times to escape reality. She paused when she reached for her phone, her fingers hovering over the cracked screen. If she took it, they could track her, drag her back. Without hesitation, she slammed the phone against the floor, breaking it into pieces.
The rain outside had only grown heavier, but Dahye was determined. She opened the window slowly, the cold, wet breeze immediately washing over her. Without looking back, she slung the backpack over her shoulders and climbed out, her feet hitting the wet ground below with a soft thud. The rain soaked through her clothes within seconds, but she didn't care.
She ran.
The streets were empty, illuminated only by the occasional flickering streetlight. Dahye had no idea where she was going, only that she couldn't stay here. The rain mixed with her tears, the cold biting at her skin as she ran further and further from the house that had been her prison for as long as she could remember.
Hours passed, or maybe minutes—time had lost all meaning as she wandered the dark, rain-soaked streets of Seoul. Her legs began to give out, exhaustion from the beatings, the stress, the running, all catching up with her at once. She stumbled into a narrow alley, the darkness offering a strange sense of comfort. Spotting an old bench tucked in the corner, she collapsed onto it, her body trembling from both the cold and the fear that gnawed at her insides.
Dahye knew how dangerous these streets were, especially for someone like her. Seoul was never safe, especially not at night. But despite the fear, exhaustion won out. Her eyelids grew heavy, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she let herself fall into a restless, dreamless sleep.
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Days blurred into one another. Dahye wandered the streets during the day, searching for any kind of work that would help her survive. Every door she knocked on closed in her face, and every job she applied for ended in rejection. Her appearance didn't help—dirty, ragged clothes, bruises she couldn't hide, and eyes that had seen too much for someone her age.
She survived on scraps—stale bread she bought with whatever little money she had left. Each bite was a reminder that it was still better than the life she had left behind. As lonely as it was, as hopeless as it felt, at least she was free.
But the freedom came at a cost.
One morning, after another cold night spent on the bench in the alley, Dahye was jolted awake by a touch on her face. Her instincts kicked in immediately, her body moving before her mind could catch up. In an instant, she had the man in a headlock, her grip tight and unrelenting.
"Woah! Easy there!" the man's voice rasped, struggling against her hold.
Dahye's eyes narrowed as she loosened her grip slightly, enough to get a look at the stranger. He was tall, with messy hair and a smirk that seemed to never leave his face despite the situation. She didn't know him, but something about him set her on edge.
"Who are you?" she demanded, her voice low, cautious.
"Name's Kakta," he replied, still smirking despite the fact she could easily take him down again. "Drug dealer, among other things. You've got some fight in you, huh? That's rare around here. Or should I say for a girl?"
Dahye let him go but stayed on guard. "What do you want?"
"I've been watching you," Kakta said casually, brushing himself off as if nothing had happened. "You're tough. You could be useful."
"I'm not interested," she snapped, turning to walk away.
"Hold up," Kakta called after her. "I'm offering you a job. You'll get paid more than you ever will begging on the streets."
Dahye stopped in her tracks. She knew better than to trust a man like him, but the thought of money—real money—made her pause.
"How much?" she asked, glancing back at him.
Kakta grinned. "Enough to get you off these streets. Permanently."
Dahye hesitated. This wasn't the life she wanted, but then again, what choice did she have? The streets were dangerous, and survival wasn't guaranteed. She couldn't go back to her parents. And here was this man, offering her a way out, even if it was a dark and risky one.
She turned to face him fully, her jaw clenched. "Alright," she said. "I'm in."
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Hello! I guess I'm taking a lil break from my another ff 'Winter Falls'
and I will focus on this instead!
Got my periods, they suck really. Like it does not hurt that much but it sucks still.
Anyways Enough Ranting (I love ranting),
Hope you enjoy!
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Fanfiction"You could be of some help, Join us." In which Park Dahye is living a hell life. She just want to disappear from the world, She saw a chance and took it as an opportunity to escape from her abusive parents. But it all changes when She was offered t...
