Delinquent in Drag [BTS x reader x GOT7]

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[cross-posted on Archive and Quotev]

Notes:

I like to start things when I haven't even finished any of my other stories and I apologize

Chapter Text

The sun goes down as a young girl sits next to her father, his hands on the wheel.. Her teeth bite down onto her bottom lip, knowing very well that the two of them will get killed by the woman they love.

(Y/n)'s father's eyes are glued to the road, but she can see the terror in his eyes. He's not that angry at her, not at all, but...

A bead of sweat comes down his forehead to his chin. It's kind of gross, (Y/n) thinks, but she can understand that he is rather nervous.

"When we get home... We should start running," Her father tells her, and she tenses. He knows all too well what will happen, being married to her mother since he was in his 20's.

It's always like this when (Y/n) gets into trouble in school. Labeled as a delinquent in her all-girl school, she often finds herself in sticky-situations. But this was a new low, and she's horrified about how her mother will react.

The car pulls into the driveway and her father turns to look at her. He reached out and pat her shoulder. "(Y/n)... It was nice knowing you, but we're going to die."

"I know, papa," (Y/n) sheds a single tear. The two of them got out of the car, shut the door behind them, and wait.

After what seems like milliseconds, the door slams open. (Y/n) and her father jump, but they don't dare look behind them.

"(Y/n)!!" A familiar voice screams at her, and that's when her and her father begin to run for their lives as a madwoman chases them.

She and her father speed to the back alleys of their neighborhood. They jump from a high ledge to the sidewalk below and scare a raccoon that's in the trash. The fat thing knocks it over, and it catches up to the two.

(Y/n) and her father are left to try to keep their balance, desperation in their movements. As her mother keeps with their horrifying pace, the trash can runs over one of their poor neighbors.

The neighbor is left, crying on the ground as they stumble back to their feet and continue running.

"Are we close, Dad?" (Y/n) calls out to her dad, who was not too far in front of her.

"This is your fault! This wouldn't have happened if you didn't get into a fight!"

"And knocked the principal's teeth out," She mumbles.

"And trashed your classroom!"

(Y/n) crinkles her nose at his add-on and she blows a strand of hair that made its way to her face. "You're not innocent, either! You got fired from your job because you trashed the place, too!"

"That isn't the point!" Her father hisses.

It isn't long until (Y/n)'s mother catches both of them by the collar. Her vision goes black and she doesn't wake up until hours later. She finds herself on her back, staring at their... definitely broken roof. What happened?!

(Y/n) tries to sit up, but her entire body is sore. The memories come flooding back, and her eyes widen. She looks around, and her parents are lying right beside her. The house is long-gone-- she bets that it can't even be fixed... especially with the mob outside.

She can't even hear their expressions. Her ears are ringing. She rolls over and her father is just now waking up.

"Oh my God, the house!" His eyes widen and he sits up a little too fast. He groans and holds his back. His hand reaches out and shakes (Y/n)'s mother.