All my life I was used to getting the short end of the stick. My father was abusive, my mother had passed, and the only thing that kept me from losing my sanity were my best friends. Life was not just about the destination but the path, and I couldn...
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corsages and fancy dresses and tuxedos, it was that time of year.
Prom? No, not prom.
Well somewhat like a prom just a mediocre version.
The last day of school dance had arrived. Just one year ago this all began and now here was Kim Jiyeon all dolled up for a dance with her lovely boyfriend.
This was the beginning of a happily ever after.
Or what it was supposed to be.
One night that felt so right ended up so wrong.
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What the hell?!
I groaned in annoyance as the dress hugged my form tightly. I knew I shouldn't have ate those taxis earlier!
Scolding myself internally as the dress didn't fit how I had wanted it to be. You're probably wondering what I'm wearing, it's been awhile.
I ended up getting none of those dresses Yoongi had offered and instead went shopping by myself another day.
Purchasing a $45 glittered crop top connected with a flowy prime salmon colored dress because I'm a cheapskate, yes I know.
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I placed a hand on my hip, posing in the long lengthed mirror as I viewed myself.
My black long hair, which I curled, emulated with my dress as I honestly thought I looked good.
I took a step closer towards the mirror, face practically nudged in the mirror as I examined my beautiful winged eyeliner.
"Ooh I look good!" I smirked, primping my hair.
"Boo!" A voice shouted, as I jumped looking over at the door of Namjoon's bedroom to see Jungkook's little head pop inside.
With nowhere to live, Jungkook and I moved right in with Namjoon.
Since Jungkook's house fire and me losing my parents, homeless and abandoned, we had nowhere to stay so Namjoon offered.
"Ya!" I pouted, throwing an sephora mascara bottle at him.
Jungkook dodged as he entered the room, chuckling.
He limped inside, still on his crutches, wearing a sable luxurious tuxedo as he ruffled his hair.
"Since when did our little Jiyeon ah dress up!" Jungkook teased as he stumbled towards me.
