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Youngjae
Youngjae sprints down the empty sidewalk, locks of brown hair whipping in his face. The bright sky and colorful buildings around him don't match his fear-filled emotions.
There is only one thing he can ask himself:
Why me?
"They're behind me, aren't they?" He whispers to himself, panting as his body strains to conquer an incline.
As he reaches the top of it, he hears a bratty female voice calling a familiar name.
"Hey, Jae Jae! Wait up for us! You know you love us!"
The taunting words make him feel sick all over again.
A male voice follows with, "Yeah, wait up you worthless punk!"
"But don't we love him?" Sounds the girl again, in an obvious sarcastic tone.
"Oh, yeah, my bad. I love Jae Jae; come over here so I can treat you right!"
"I can't let them do this to me," he whispers to himself, the feeling of upcoming tears lining his throat.
He forces his body to move, dragging himself across the sidewalk. He suddenly feels something underneath his feet, something hard, and it tips over with a clank. He looks down, almost falling as he gazes at it. It's a long, red vase, with black stripes traveling from each end. It resembles some sort of red zebra with a thin spout at the top.
What the fuck is this? He thinks.
However, he thinks it was kind of beautiful. It has a nice porcelain design with deep orange undertones. He picks it up, stuffing it into his backpack, planning to maybe store something in it later.
He never got the chance to use it for storage.
The footsteps of the bullies possibly getting closer rings in Youngjae's ears, and he decides to bolt down the street, turning a corner abruptly. The nearby Panera comes into view; he slows his pace to avoid suspicion and swings the doors open.
The store is mostly empty, except for an old woman resting at a back booth. An obviously rustled man stands at the cash register. He raises his eyebrows at Youngjae.
"We're closing soon, sir."
He's currently panting to catch his breath. "I just need to use the bathroom," he replies.
He sighs with relief as he collapses on a toilet, the both lids down, and begins to rub his temples anxiously. He reaches for his backpack that he threw onto the ground, scribbling in his journal.
I feel like he never get time alone in Martsville, since those damn bullies always have to ruin my day. All throughout school they tease me, throwing pens and papers during class while calling out my unofficial nickname--Jae Jae. It's cringe-worthy, I know. And worst of all, they pretend to be in practically love with me, giving me half-hearted compliments and constantly bugging me at the most inconvenient times. This is all whilst spreading fake rumors about my life and constantly embarrassing me in front of my peers. Now, they've begun to try and follow me home. I take a new direction every day to get away, but they almost always grab me by the collar and begin mocking me. Hopefully not today.
I have so many issues in my life...the bullying of course, and Mark Tuan. Mark, oh, Mark. Just his name makes my heart race a million miles a minute. He is amazing. Flowing blonde hair and bright eyes. He has constant kindness that he always makes sure to show to others. The support that he gives me is endless. If I have any issue, I immediately go to him. He can truly solve any problem, especially with that precious smile of his. He is always on my mind, and I don't see things changing anytime soon.
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Bottled Up | 2jae | Genie!Jaebum AU
Fanfiction"you have three wishes, by the way." "can I think about them for a while?" "sure, but I'll have to stick by your side until you've figured them out." *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ where youngjae finds a beautiful bottle with an even more beautiful genie inside. a Choi...
