daydreams || bts

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'worthless'

haeju stares at the daunting word written on the wall of one of the bedrooms.

it feels as if she's heard the word a thousand times, but doesn't actually recall when.

she gets closer to the wall and wipes a part of the word away with her hand, only problem is, it didn't go away.

she bites back a scream as she stares down at her hand, eyes widened like saucers.

drip

drip

drip

the blood drips down to the floor from her very own hands.

she frantically attempts to wipe the blood away but the blood acted like a stain that couldn't simply be washed away.

letting out the scream she had been holding back, she falls on the ground, trembling like a leaf as she refuses to glance at her hands for the second time.

her scream was cut short when a hand clasps over her mouth.

instead of shuffling away like she would usually do, she stays silent and still as a voice shushes her.

"shhh! he'll hear you."

the voice triggers haeju to immediately move away, and she stares as another (what seemed to be) memory plays out in front of her.

where she previously sat was the girl from earlier, the girl was staring wide-eyed at the corner of the room. 

whatever was in the corner was blurred and haeju couldn't make out what it was. why was that? what was in the corner? why couldn't she see it and why did the little girl look so horrified?

a taller boy, who looked around ten years old with black hair had his hand clasped over the girl's mouth. he was the one who shushed her, or well, shushed the girl.

"joonie oppa, h-he was my friend-" the girl manages to whisper, eyes filling with tears

"shh, i know, let's go before he finds us awake," the boy that the little girl called 'joonie' whispers back, before removing his hand from the little girl's mouth and wrapping his fingers gently around her wrist, pulling her out the room as the memory fades away.

"who is he..?" haeju whispers to herself, eyes glued to the ground in thought. she pushes herself up and almost runs out the room, however, instead of ending up back in the main room, she finds herself in a room similar to an office.

"h-how..?" she stutters out, did the rooms change? it wasn't possible. it couldn't be possible.

she scans the room for any information. a lamp flickers on the desk that was situated in the middle of the office-like room.

she stalks towards it, pushing around random paperwork and stationary, only to pause at the sight of a newspaper article.

"busan's daydreams orphanage... sexual and physical abuse..? kids gone missing..." she mumbles, eyes widening with each word, and she feels as if her brain had been ripped in two as her surroundings flash, and suddenly she's in the doorway of a bedroom.

"please stop... please no, not again, please don't be like my dad, please!-" a brown-haired boy screams, struggling against an older man who has him pinned down to the floor.

"if your dad already done it then you should be used to it kiddo, nobody cares about any of ya'll anyways, you're all worthless. nobody wants any of you, so shut your mouth pretty boy," the older man says, venom lacing his stone-cold words as he rips his shirt off.

haeju feels her eyes tear up, "n-no, stop!" she screams, but her efforts were futile. because it was a memory. the man continues.

she finds herself screaming as she crouches down to the floor and buries her face in her knees, covering her ears to try and block out the boy's screams.

"j-jin!"