treat me nice.

dread

(kth pov)

waking up an alarm everyday was not fun. but waking up to gotta go was extremely motivating. waking up to chungha's voice was exciting. i stretched as i climbed out of bed, in an unusually happy mood. knowing that i wouldn't be in student debt had encouraged me and made me be in a more cheerful mood. the sun was shining through my yellow curtains, illuminating a beautiful color into my apartment. squinting my eyes, to see the time, i realized how late i was to school. 6:32. i hurried over to the bathroom and multi-tasked, brushing my hair and my teeth at the same time. my hair had been looking damaged: i dyed it so many times moving from town to town, escaping from reality. i put on my school uniform, and waited for the rest of the day to come to me.

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(jjk)

it felt weird not having another desperate girl laying beside me, but it also felt good. it felt good to know that i didn't have to deal with another day of thinking that i'm a failure. i rushed out of my bed at a slow pace, not caring if i was late to school, since my father, jeon was basically known throughout seoul as a frightening person. like father, like son, right?

finishing with my routine of getting ready for school, i calmly got into my car and drove over there, without worrying of the consequences.

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.:(kth)

jimin is usually always at my locker, waiting for me. i had expected him to be there, giving me his usual bright smile, and usual happiness. but he wasn't there. i shrugged it off, and headed to class. i was walking at a quick pace, until i saw him. jungkook, my sugar daddy, was standing right there, talking to a few of his friends. i walked right past him, keeping my head down, and tensed when he spoke out to me.

"hey! you dropped your phone." he had whispered at me.

i quickly picked my phone up, had eye contact with him more longer than i needed to, and found myself blushing. rushing away, i was able to hear the last word he had mumbled.

"cute."

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out of all people, i didn't expect for jinyoung to be the substitute for art class. seeing him had brought back so many painful memories, for he had abused and assaulted me too many times in our relationship. my hand was on the handle of the classroom, not caring if my abrupt actions interrupted the whole entire class. my legs were failing me as i was running to the nearest bathroom, feet seeming to match the speed of my heartbeat.

why him?
why my ex out of all people?
why do i even deserve-

my thoughts were interrupted by a sudden mischievous laugh in the bathroom, a laugh that i know too well.

jinyoung.

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