The next day, I went out. My parents were still at home and I really didn't feel like facing them right now.
It was 9am and they were still sleeping. They stayed up until 2am drinking.
I walked to the donut shop to eat breakfast when I saw the girl. It looked like she had just woken up. I walked up to her and tapped her on the shoulder.
She turned and smiled lazily at me when she saw me. The last time I saw her was at the cafe. I had stupiditly forgot to ask for her name that day, so I planned to ask today.
"Hi," I said quietly.
"Hello," she replied, her voice raspy.
"I forgot to ask for your name last time I saw you, so may I have your name?" I asked.
"Heeyoung. Min Heeyoung." She answered.
I smiled slightly. Her name was beautiful. It meant Joy and Prosperity.
I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard her voice.
"What's your name?"
"Yang Jeongin."
She smiled lightly and nodded.
"Well Yang Jeongin, thank you for helping me." She thanked me.
"It's really not a problem," I said.
I meant it. Why wouldn't I help someone who was broken and needed saving?
After all, I was like her in a way.
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Misunderstood ✓
Fanfiction"No one understands me. I'm simply just a misunderstood kid." A Yang Jeongin fanfic Disclaimer⚠️ This fic was written when I was a teenager, hence why it is very poorly written.
