Toy | bts x reader

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I shiver on the frigid concrete. My whole body aches. I laugh coldly at how pathetic the world can be as I curl up in a ball in a corner for warmth.

"H-how can they just throw me out in the alleyway, naked?" I mutter to myself.

Burning tears slowly prick my weary eyes; i bite my swollen lip, burying my heavy head into my marked chest: cradling myself for comfort. Letting my tears sting my skin, I slowly doze off to sleep.

-flashback dream-

4 years ago. 15 years old. 12th of December 2013.

I scurry upstairs, screaming as that maniac of a mother chases me with a sharp butchers knife in her hand.

"COME BACK HERE YOU WORTHLESS LITTLE CUNTBAG!" she shrieks.

"Go away!" I cry out.

Everyday, I came home to this. Everyday, I had to deal with this. Yet I still took care of my mom: I still cooked for her so she wouldn't starve. I still kept the house clean so she wouldn't stress out even more. Everyday was no different from the other. Except for that one day.

I lock myself in my room again and hid under my bed. I shuddered in shock, dialling the police.

I can't take it anymore.

"This is 999 what's your emergency?" The lady says, emotionless.

"I-I'm.. I'm in danger." I say, while footsteps echo around the ear splitting silence of the heated home. Not that it felt like one but, it was the only place I could call home.

"How so, ma'am?"

"M-my eo-eomma is threatening to k-kill me again." I say, nibbling on my puffy lip.

"Okay, what's your address?"

The footsteps stop at my door. I gulp loudly.

"It's xx-xx, please hurry."

"Police are on their way, please stay put."

"Tha-thank you ma'am" I whisper.

Hanging up, I place the phone down next to me. I've never had enough courage to tell anyone about this: I didn't even have anyone to tell about this.

Tears start to form in my bloodshot eyes as I'm reminded of how it got to this.

-flashback within a flashback lmao-

-1st of January 2010-

I was only 11 when my father left me and my mother alone. We both thought he went out to work to provide for the family, because that's what he told us. Obviouly we trusted him, he was family. But oh how wrong we were..

My mother used to call my father everyday, and my father would always pick up. After about two weeks, he picked up less and less, blaming it on how much his boss wanted him to work. Little did we know, his 'boss' was his new mistress.

The next 5 months, my mother and I would get home everyday and sit down, excited to talk to dad but anticipating whether he'd pick up or not. Some days, he'd pick up and talk for a long time; but some days, he picks up only to tell us he's tired and has to go; sometimes he doesn't even say he loves us. We were completely oblivious to the truth.

-Time lapse-

The 4th of December of 2010. My 12th birthday. Surprisingly, dad calls us unexpectedly. Mom picks up as soon as she sees the caller ID. We smile like idiots having dad call us for the first time in such a long time. We miss his voice.

I was almost about to scream through the phone until my mum cups my mouth. She tells me to be quiet. I look at her confused as she stares at the phone blankly. As I was about to ask her what's going on...

...that's when I heard it...

Dad making love with another woman.

The phone slips out of my mothers hand and she runs outside. I stand there. Feelings of betrayal and treachery flood through my whole body. The feelings are so intense that tears can't fall from my emotionless eyes.

From that day on, eomma went insane. And appa? He never came back. I was alone. I was scared. My family was broken.

-end of flashback within a flashback-

-12th of December 2013-

I let out an exhausted sigh and lie down on the cold carpet. I was almost soothed by the silence until my mom mindlessly stabs the door with the butchers knife.

I jump at the sight. Shivers travel down my back like a million tiny fingers crawling all over me. She hits the door multiple times but all of a sudden, she stops.

I sit there, immobilised by the fear. My heart is thudding in my chest as if it were about to split open; my heartbeat is hammering in my ears like drums, and I wonder if she could hear it too.

I peer from under my bed finding my mom standing inches away from my frightened face.

I soon regret my decision as she drags me out from under my bed. She stares deep into my eyes, laughing like a psychopath. She lets out a cold laugh as she swings her arm back with the butcher knife.

I close my eyes to prepare myself for the upcoming pain....

To be continued...

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Author's note:

Hey guys! I don't usually get inspiration but for some reason, something triggered my thoughts. I had a feeling to write. This hardly ever happens lmao. Please vote and tell me what you think. I would love to get some motivation to keep this story up and coming. I don't really have a plan for everything in the story yet, but, I'm sure ideas will soon pop up. Thanks, guys.

Plus, I'm debating whether or not I should make this a BTS fanfic... Tell me whatcha guys think. Please lmao I'm desperate. Also bruh. What time will BTS post things for BTS Festa 2017?? It's the 1st of June rn and I'm-