방탄소년단 [BTS] Fan Fiction Collection

[1] Creep

Your life has been a bore ever since you moved back in Korea. You grew up in the States, but unlike everyone else you were different. You were different in a way that you don't socialize to everyone especially in school. You were a topic for gossipers, for girls who think they're so cool and pretty, for boys who think they're so strong and manly and for the old people who think they all know what was right and wrong. You hate the smell of social discrimination in the place where it should be your second home, being discriminated by the people who should be your second family. You hate it. You hate it a lot.

If only you could force your parents to home-school you, but no and that's the problem.

"I'm so excited for your first day Kim." Your mother who seemed to look younger with her short hair spoke, with her eyes brightly looking at you.

"Uhh, yeah." You mumbled, stuffing your earphones into your ears and played the most rock metal song you have in your phone.

"Our neighbor has a son who is studying in the same school, hope you get to know each other." She continued but it only made you hear the last part. You cringe at the thought of sharing information about you to a total stranger. You have trust issues about that, because the last time you befriended someone you end up being the school's mascot at the prom.

"I'm going." You said shortly as you shut the car door close. Music was still playing in your ears that you didn't even heard your mom saying not to be late for dinner. You walked on the stoney path towards the school building, glancing at everyone in your way thinking they would look at you like fuck. The time felt so slow as you near the building especially the song that played was 'Creep'. Others may think it's a creepy song but that song is the only song that comforts you. It's soulful, like every lyrics was for you. You were indeed special. You are so fucking special that others may not notice it. If only you could meet someone who likes this song, you could be instant buddies. And that hope didn't leave.

First class was lame. Introductions here and there. You've been introducing yourself for 10 years already yet no one not even the President of the United States know you. What's the purpose of introducing yourself to people who only looked at you with judging eyes.

"Ms. Park?" You heard the teacher called, you looked around to see if there are other 'Ms. Park' in the class, but then you noticed that everyone's head was on you. "Mind to introduce yourself?" The man in his 30's spoke.

You looked at him as if he was some two-faced person before you stood up and walked in the center. "My name is Kimberly Park, Kim for short."

"Is that your birthname?" One of the girls in the class spoke, you nodded.

"Are you rich?" Next one asked and you shook your head. Your parents only works in a bank so you're not rich.

"Oh, too bad. We can't be friends." The first one said with a disappointed pout. Your lips twitched as you look at her and after a moment the teacher told you to go back to your seat. Despicable human beings.

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It was lunch time but you didn't go to the cafeteria, the place where war begins. You're a newbie so skipping the cafeteria thing was the safest move you've ever done. Instead, you explored the back of the school building. Nothing special. Just a wide scape of bermuda grass and a couple of marble benches. You gripped the strap of your sling back and went to go to the bench but you stopped when you heard someone winced behind the stairs. Your eyes widened when you saw a guy being beaten by other guys. They were 5 of them picking on the boy, who was the same as your age. They were kicking him, punching him and even pushed him to the bricked wall. But beside of all that, the boy didn't say a word. He looked like receiving all the punishments without doing something wrong.