(BTS FanFic/TeenFic)
Alone. Stranded. Lost.
3 simple words with such a deep meaning.
All of these which she suffered.
Choi SooJin.
School's most popular girl; gorgeous, funny, kind, intelligent, clever, charming, charismatic.
But, yearning for her m...
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"Jin! Are you up, yet?" My stepmother, Linda, yells from outside the door.
I hate her. I hate dad. I hate both of them for ruining my mother.
"I'm up!" I yell back to her, trying to leave out the hint of annoyance but a string of it slips in to my words.
If she picked it up, then she doesn't show it. "Breakfast's ready! Come downstairs in 15!"
"Tch."
I slip out of my covers of my fiancé. Yes, my bed is my fiancé. As soon as I get out, I start to miss the comfort of my bed.
I shiver slightly, and walk over to my connected bathroom.
I'm rich, so what?
It's not like I care.
I brush my teeth, until they are sparkling white and squeaky clean. I rub my face, covering it in citrus face wash. I leave it there for five minutes.
During the five minutes, I turn on the shower, letting the extra cold water to leave. I wash my face, and strip out of my silvery blue, silk pajamas.
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I walk out, a soft, pastel blue towel, wrapped around my moist torso.
Walking into my walk in closet, I look around, trying to find a perfect outfit for a Monday.
