After Hayun's mother gets married, they move into her new husbands house. What she wasn't expecting was a... stepbrother.
This story contains:
Rape
Suicide
Drugs
PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE!
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Hayun POV
I woke up in the middle of the afternoon. No wake-up call from my mom? Oh, yeah, she's out with Tom. I was so scared last night, man. Stupid Taeyong left me all alone but at least he came back.
I can't believe I made a fool of myself. I got scared for pretty much nothing. Ugh, I hate that Taeyong saw me like that. This wouldn't have happened if I just went to go check it out myself. My door began to open.
Taeyong walked in my room and opened my curtains. "Good afternoon, Kim Hayun! Any wet dreams? Did any naughty boys sneak up to your room because I wasn't sure if I should?"
I covered myself with my blanket. "Get out!" I shout at him before throwing a pillow at him.
Taeyong dodged the pillow and sat on my bed. "But I saved you yesterday." He said, uncovering me.
I stood up and looked at him dead in the eye. "Don't even talk about yesterday."
Taeyong checks me out. "Cute PJ's, Hayun." He winks at me. "I never thought you'd be the type."
"You're stupid." I attempted to throw a pillow at him once again.
Taeyong catches it and smiles at me. "Nice try."
"Okay, what do you want?" I ask, there has to be a reason why he's not getting out of my room. "Like a thank you?"
"I don't know," Taeyong shrugs. "You made me leave this hot girl I was with." He pouts like a kid. "I hadn't seen her in a long time! So now you owe me."
"Apologize." I tell him before tying up my hair. "Girls love when men apologize first."
"You see, it's kinda of hard to talk to Hana." Taeyong starts. "I can't exactly see her all the time." He informs me.
I sat down on the bed next to him. "Why? She's you're girlfriend, right? Oh, sorry, one of the girls you use."
Taeyong avoids my eyes. "Hana is a stripper and-"
"A stripper?!" I gasp. Wow, so he really is that low? He's probably blackmailing that poor girl if he has a stripper wrapped around his finger.
"Yeah, anyways, she's always getting picked by guys so I never get to see her." Taeyong said, sighing. "With homework and school, I can never be there early enough."
I stood up once again and walked into my new closet. "Okay, we're done with this conversation." I mean, there's nothing for me to do anyways.
