An unusual collection of fluffy, funny, romantic, smutty with a subtle hint of kink Bangtan stories.
⚠️ WARNING ⚠️
1. Handle your feels well
2. Don't read in a public place if you don't want people to think you're a crazy person giggling all by yo...
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You have no friends and you were hated by many, even those who did not know you. Why? Because your mother did her best to support you. They hated you for the same reason you have clothes on your back and three meals a day. You never hated your mother for doing what she does. You couldn't hate her even when the world does but sometimes you can't avoid the thoughts that invade your mind.
Why do you have to live like this? Why do people have to judge you without really knowing you? Why do people have to be so bad?
At school you were called a lot of names. When you were nine, they called you a disgrace. They looked at you with gazes that were worst than having stoned to death.
When you were twelve, a blossoming flower, your male teacher would ask you to stay behind in class. He would tell you that you were really smart and pretty. He often praise you in class and so the others called you a teacher's pet.
When you were fourteen, a man routinely followed you to and from school. You were so scared and so you asked help from the local police but they only ignored you, knowing whose child you were, they told you to dress properly. The women in the neighborhood were angered at your mother because she wasn't doing a good job in being a role model for you.
When you were starting out in high school, the girls in every class hated you. They called you a slut, a skank; you're just like your mother, they said. No guy showed you respect. You would hear their cat calls whenever you pass by and their murmurs that they thought you couldn't hear. They would ask for nude pictures of you but you refused every time. Periodically, a rumor about you would buzz around the school; sometimes it was a nude sketch of you, sometimes, it was bearable and sometimes, it wasn't.
You thought about dropping out but you pitied your mother. She works so hard just to give you everything you need and you're just throwing all she ever worked hard for all because you were getting bullied.
Sometimes, you just wish you had a place to breathe.
"Hey Y/N." Some unknown guy blocks your way when you were walking by, "How about you show me what's under your skirt today?"
He snickered and glanced back for approval from his two friends. They all laughed at you but you could only clench your fist and walk away.
"Hey!" He holds your arm and pulls you back to face him, "Don't play hard to get with me. We all know you're easy." He grinned. "Come on."
You pushed him back, hard, when he tried to touch you, "This is sexual assault!" You yelled but they just laughed like it was a joke.
"It's not sexual assault if you want it too." He said, stepping closer again. Grabbing hold of you again and pulling your arm.
"Don't touch me!"
It all happened so fast. One minute he was gripping on your arm and yanking you forward then the next minute he was down on the ground, his face bled from a small cut on his cheek.
