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
Fuck, I'm late again! I really need to get my life figured out. I walked in into my job class and rushed to my seat next to Haseul. "Sorry I'm late!" I tell everyone.
"It's fine," Doyoung sighs. "We just really need to get started." He tells me before he began to write on the white board.
Jaehyun looks back at me and smiles before putting his attention back on Doyoung. I was caught up with Taeyong this morning. He wouldn't let me go to class.
"Hayun?" Jaehyun called my name as he stood right in front of me. "Hayun you need to be focused, you'll have your first pizza delivery soon. You really got to put the effort into this class."
"I know, I'm sorry." I apologized to him. Never seen him like this. "I'll pay attention now."
Jaehyun walks up to Doyoung. "Okay, back to the different toppings." He tells the class.
Toppings? I don't care about that stuff right now. I have too much to think about. Taeyong touched my precious flower the other day and I was out here thinking I peed myself.
Wendy nudges me. "Hey, are you going to the charity event?" She asked.
"Charity event?" I ask.
"Yeah, a lot of people from the school are going." Haseul said to me. "I'm going for a certain someone." She looks at Jaehyun.
"You should go." Onew pats my back. "It'll be fun."
"Oh, wow, so fun. Rich people showing how rich they are."
"You don't want to go?" Sunny questions as she looked at her nails. "Is it because your nails aren't done?"
"Uh, no." I said before looking at my nails. What's wrong with my nails? "It doesn't sound appealing to me so no." I explain myself.
Sunny gasps. "Doesn't sound appealing?!"
"It'll be fun!" Wendy said before standing up and placing her hands on my shoulders. "And it's for charity!"
"Come with us! You'll have fun!" Haseul said, excitedly. "Please?!"
I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know."
"Well if change your mind," Wendy hands me a piece of paper with her number. "Call me."
"Thanks?" I chuckle as I flip it back and forth. "Do you just carry these around?" I ask.
