YANDERE WARNING : ⚠️
"What's your request, baby?" Jungkook asked silently.
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"Please, let me go outside..."
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"...No. You'll disappear again. I love you too much to let you go."
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"You're misunderstanding me!" I yelled, with tears.
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I've never understood the concept of perfection. What is it? Why is it used so often that we don't realize that nothing in this world will ever be perfect?
"Y/N, you're so beautiful and I really like you, you're the perfect girl that everyone looks for. You're perfect for me..."
No. I'm not perfect, I'm nowhere near perfect. What an insult to be categorized as something that's impossible to possess. I hate that word. Perfection is unobtainable.
~ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ~
The sound of my alarm clock, rang throughout my head. Warning me that I have to get up now. Sigh. Fuck. I look at the time, reading 7:00 am. I rubbed my eyes and yawned, knowing what's going to occur today... again. This is the beginning of a new semester, let's just hope it goes well.
I swiftly slide off my bed, and walk towards my school uniform that hung on my tall, wooden drawer knob. I make my way towards my washroom to shower and get ready for school.
(A/N) Here's what the uniform looks like:
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After my shower, I slip on my uniform, apply my moisturizing lotion, lip balm and lip tint as my daily routine. I blew dry my (h/l) (h/c) hair, brushing it while drying. Then I grab my books and shove them in my bag.
After that, I went downstairs to be greeted by my parents. My mother was in the kitchen making bacon, eggs over easy, and toast for breakfast. Whilst, my father was at the table texting information on his phone while reading some documents.
"Good morning, eomma, appa. It smells so good in here." I say with a smile.
"Ah, good morning Y/N. Come have a seat with me, eomma is almost done making the eggs." My father said with his eye smiles.
"Okay." And proceeded to sit beside him waiting for our food. Not long after, eomma put our dishes in front of us and we ate.
"Honey, I haven't seen your friend Hyejin around anymore, how come?" My mother asks, seeing me freeze at HER name.
Kang Hyejin. My good friend until two weeks ago, when the boy she liked for two years rejected her and went straight to me, to confess his feelings for me. I undoubtedly declined his offer to be his girlfriend, but as I was about to walk away, he grabbed my hand and yanked me into his disgusting embrace. Hyejin witnessed it, and ran off silently. I broke out of his grasp and swung my hand across his face. Walking away.
Hyejin stopped talking to me since that day. She started hanging out with the girls that we talked shit about before. The ones who always bullied us. I confronted her and asked her what was wrong, from there she didn't let me talk.. only accused me that I stole him away with my "slutty facial features". But in my mind, I wanted to tell her 'I never wanted to look like this Hyejin-ah'
