damn you || hoshi

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하나. Hana. One

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"Ugh." I groaned as I looked at my reflection in the mirror on the wall infront of me.

Sure do, I look ugly as hell.
I straightened my rose red sweashirt and I took out a comb from the dresser's drawer and combed my hair slowly, the strands of my hair that were sticking out set in its place.

Another day of school in America.
I cringe at the mention of school, almost puking out to my heart's content. Savage.

I grabbed my backpack and glided down the stairs in an awfully cringe-worthy style. I tiptoed through half of the steps and I danced. I am weird, I do admit.

Society might say that my parents dropped me on my head during birth, causing me to become so weird and dumb. I wasn't weird as in doing things I'm not capable of, but instead, I'm not like kids at my school who socialize so well and do drugs. I'm not like that, not even a tad bit close.

I built up a wall up high around me, I never opened up to anyone. I have a fear of people stabbing my backs. I just can't cope with the pain.

The house was quiet as always, the piercing silence often woke me up from my deep slumber. My parents wouldn't stay with me, they call me a nuisance and a burden. But that didn't stop them from banking in shitloads of money and wealth, more than I should've had. I don't need wealth, I need love and care. Clearly, my parents won't understand.

I've been staying in this quiet house for almost 3 years. Of course, I wasn't at ease at first, waking up alone, stepping out of your bathroom, only to remember you are the only one there. I used to have a sister, I used to. We used to love each other so much. But something happened and lets just say I have absolutely no interest in talking about it. It gives you a major pain in the arse.

Lonely ass.

I walked towards the kitchen, my eyes gleaming with sparkles as the Nutella and a loaf of bread was in sight. I chugged down a glass of water and continued cramming onto my loaf.

I have a secret obsession towards Nutella. They are like my best friends for life. But then, there is pizza, which I deeply attach to.

After a very usual morning light feast, I slipped into my Vans and stepped a few steps outside the porch, until I feel a single drop of rain on my head. I sighed and grabbed my transparent umbrella and walked to school like usual.

I often space out when I walk all by myself, maybe because there was no one here to talk to. My eyes wander around the usual route to school and I enjoy the blooming flowers and the green leaves on the tree that were along the road.

I inhale the morning fresh air and smiled to myself. I can make it. That is what I always tell my self every morning, even without my parents. I'll be fine without anyone. I don't need anyone.

The sturdy and large building stood in the way and I snapped back to reality.

I let out a heavy sigh and I head towards the main entrance of the holy school grounds. As I was walking through the hallways, I see couples making out infront of lockers. By lockers I meant mine. Truthfully, I am a little hurt. These couples are kissing and groping each other infront of my locker, while I on the other hand is still single. I don't give a single fudge but I still wanted my poor locker door to be pure.

"Move." I scoffed, rolling my eyes at the disgusting sight. Who wouldn't be pissed coming to school, only to find a couple touching each other infront of their locker? If you're not then I would. It's disgusting.

As the boy was about to remove her cardigan showing her only tank top, I resisted the urge to yell and pluck their eyeballs out but failed.

"OH MY GOD ( *wink wink* ) GUYS GET A ROOM! MOVE!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, making the two disgusting mundanes flinch and quickly move. The girl muttered an apology and picked up her fallen cardigan and continue to run away.

I wouldn't want to brag but I am scary as fuck when I scream. Excuse my French, but it is too real to be true. I scare people away with a single glare, and a cherry on top- my screams and yells.

I groan as I looked at my schedule for today, I have Maths in the morning which by far is my most unfriendly subject. I hate every single numbers in the world. But on the same time I love them. I don't even know.

I grabbed my books needed for Maths and slammed the door shut, the slamming echoed the hallway, earning looks from a few students passing by.

The next thing, I found myself sprinting to class. I was 15 minutes late, which was not okay. Mrs. Collins hate late people like me, which explains why I get detention almost every day of the school week. Cliché.

"Ah, Mrs. Jung. Do you mind explaining-" I cut her off by lifting my eyebrows.

"Yes, Mrs. Collins. I am late because there were some circumstances along the way. I will be at the library at 3 pm for detention. Good morning anyway." I smirked, totally leaving her flustered there, I am way to used to all of this I even know where to go and what she's going to do to me.

"The principal wants to have a sweet talk with you, Mrs. Jung." She pushed her large wobbly glasses on the crook of her nose, snickering at me.

The whole class drops into utter silence, while some just whisper their own thoughts. I nodded and walked out, heading for the principal's office.

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A/N ;

Hai. I am so proud writing this glorious fanfic. I love Hoshi, and the other Seventeen members. It is legitly impossible to pick a bias. My heart hurts from the amount of kawaiii ness I get from every member. Especially Vernon, who is currently wrecking my bias list and fighting Hoshi to get to the top. I crai. Anyway, give this fanfic lots of love and don't forget to vote and leave a comment. I love you guys to the sun and back because its further.

Bye !   xx, -youngoddess