Sweet Dreams || KPOP One-shots

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Group: 2PM
Member: Ok Taecyeon
Theme: Angst, Fluff, Supernatural

— Angel —

Just kill me already.

I want to die.

Don't stop.

Your head lolled forward as they continuously threw eggs on you. The eggshells crack as they collide with you, scraping your skin until it bled. You figured they even boiled the eggs, making the impact harder, and of course, more painful.

"Fucking freak!"

"Scary weirdo!"

"Witch!"

"Why did they even let you study here?!"

"You are sick!

With every statement, came three eggs on your body and two on your head. You should have been crying, if only it was the first time these people have done this to you. But it was the thirtieth time since the first day of trying to studying peacefully in this school.

You shouldn't have left the province.

But it was worse there.

"What is going on there? Students?!" You heard a distant stern voice outside the gym, making them all scramble away from you. They were almost 10 in number, 7 girls and 3 boys. You remember their faces already as they have been the same people who have enjoyed seeing your battered face and body.

You parted your lips as you tasted blood on them. It became familiar already. It was like your drink whenever they push you over and make you pant like a dog. It was scary but nothing you can't handle.

After all, your father did worse than those kids can do.

"Omo! Are you okay?!"

It was Nurse Lee, the only one who understands you and your situation. She has always been the one who fixes you. The one who can listen to you even if you don't speak much. The one who stays by your side even when she can't do anything but to tend your wounds.

But there are just wounds that can't be healed.

Like your curse.

"Let's fix you up before the bell rings, okay?" She mumbled as she helped you stand up. Her eyes drifted on your split eyebrows and the blood oozing out of your forehead. She whimpered as she stifled a cry. You softly patted her shoulder as she guided you out of the gym.

"You should just get out of this place, (y/n). Go back home—"

"I'm better here, nurse Lee." You spoke in a desperate voice, making her let out a defeated sigh. She placed you down on the same bed you've been lying on for the nth time.

"If there's something I don't understand about you, it's your hatred on going back home. Would you tell me, so I can help you?" She asked, hands squeezing yours gently as you looked away.

You didn't respond as always.

"I'll go get the first-aid kit. Rest for a while."