BTS Jimin FF - The Black Dress

Chapter 1 - The prom

Great. Very great. The prom is tomorrow and I still haven't a dress, and a date. Am I really that ugly, that nobody want me as a date? Hell yes. My friends and my parents always say I'm beautiful, but I think, I'm not. And I think my crush also think I'm ugly. Against me, my crush is the most handsome, beautiful, cute, and sexy human. He's very popular in school. All girls are treating him like a prince. But not me. Even if I love him, I won't show him my love, because I know, he won't love me. He's a big playboy. It's weird, but I hate him, although I love him so fucking much. I hate myself for loving him. Everytime I see him with another girl, my heart hurts. And it hurts even more, when he pays no attention to me. He never payed attention to me. I think, he don't even know I exist.

???:"Y/N? Y/N! Earth to Y/N!!!"

Someone screamed at me and I flinched. It was my mother.

Y/N:"Ah, sorry I was lost in thoughts...What is?"

Mom:"Did you choose your dress?"

Y/N:"OH! Umm...well, yeah...I didn't..."

Mom:"WHAT?! The prom is tomorrow and you still haven't choose your dress?! What a shame! Anyways, did someone asked you to go to the prom with you?"

Y/N:"No..."

Mom:"WHAT?! But you're so beautiful, how could they not ask you!"

Y/N:"Because I'm ugly, mother..."

She comes to me, grab my shoulders and looked right into my eyes

Mom:"You're not ugly, sweetie. I'm sure a lot of guys are your secret lover, but they think they're not good enough for you. That's why they don't talk to you, or ignore you. Maybe you have to do the first step, and not them. You will find your Prince someday, so don't worry. You will be happy, I'm pretty sure. As your mother, I just want the best for you, sweetie."

Tears were forming in my eyes, but I hold them back. I don't want to be a crying mess infront of my mother.

Y/N:"Thank you mom...I love you..."

Mom:"I love you too, sweetheart."

She hugged me then she left my room. I'm standing infront of my closet, still not knowing what to wear for tomorrow night. And then, suddenly, my mother enters my room with a black drees in her hands. It was very familiar to me. Was that...? But, it can't be 'it'!

Mom:"Y/N..."

Y/N:"Mom, is that...grandmothers dress...?"

Mom:"Yes, it is."

Y/N:"But Mom! I can't wear that! She died in that dress! And you told me, that you burned the dress! Why did you lie to me?!"

Mom:"Y/N, listen. Your grandmother wanted you to wear this dress at your prom. Yes, she died in that dress and yes, I lied to you and I'm sorry about that. But, please, it was her last wish for you to wear that at your prom. Please fulfill her wish, for her and for me."

I thinked about it for a moment, then I made my choice.

Y/N:"Ugh, fine. I will wear that. Happy now?"

She smiled at me widely, then she came and hugged me tightly. She mumbled a "Thank you" then she let go and give me the dress.

Mom:"Can you wear it? I want to see you in that dress!"

Y/N:"Eh...fine, please get out so I can change."

Mom:"Ok, I'll wait for you outside."

                            *5 Minutes later*

I got out of my room with that dress on myself. I searched for my Mom and then I saw her. Knocked out on the floor. Blood covered her neck. Her eyes looked like she just saw a monster. And I? I just screamed loud, and cried my soul out. I fell on my knees, and crawled over to my mother. I screamed for help, and I don't even know why. Nobody can hear me. I'm lonely. Again. She left me, just like Dad. I still remember how my Dad died. He died just like my mother.

                        *Flashback, 7 Years ago*

9 Year-old Y/N:"Daddy!! Where are youuuu??!!!! Look, I wear the dress you jus-"

I stopped talking when I see my father lying on the floor with blood covered on his neck.

9 Year-old Y/N:"...bought for me..."

I walked over to him and kneel down infront of him. I shook his dead body, in hope he will wake up. But he didn't.

9 Year-old Y/N:"Hey, d-daddy...w-wake up...I'm wearing t-the dress y-you b-bought for m-me...Y-you said y-you w-want m-me to see m-me i-in that d-dress...You s-said you w-want me t-to be w-with m-my prince...You said y-you w-want to s-see m-me on my w-wedding d-day...Y-you p-promised me, you'll a-always b-be with m-me...Don't l-leave me d-daddy...W-what h-happened to y-your promise...? Why d-did you l-leave m-me and m-mommy...?"

All I could do was crying. Crying, crying, and again, crying. I heard the front door open, and I saw my mother came in with a shocked expression. She saw me crying over him, and she also saw her husband's lifeless body on the floor. She began to cry.

Mommy:"W-what happened t-to h-him...?

9 Year-old Y/N:"I d-don't k-know..."

                     *End of Flashback*
                         *Back to now*

Y/N:"No, no, no, no, no, NO!!!!! MOM!!! PLEASE NOOOO!!!!! DON'T DIE!!!! DON'T LEAVE ME JUST LIKE DAD!!!! MOTHER!!! WAKE UP, I'M BEGGING YOU, PLEASE!!!"

Emptiness, pain, suffering, sadness, and lost. These are the feelings which I feel right now. I can't...I don't want to...I don't want to suffer anymore...I have enough...