A bad boy with a miserable reputation.
A good girl with a haunting past.
Yet they are more similar than they think.
So, what happens when a bad boy and a broken girl come colliding?
↳ disclaimer: i wrote this around the age of 12-13 , so it's a li...
I slammed my hand onto the alarm, shutting it off. I hate alarm clocks. The sound of it most of all. I have it because it's the only way I remember to wake up in the morning. Plus, nobody else is really here.
I slipped on a striped shirt, black jeans, adidas and a dark denim jacket on top. I was in a good mood and felt confident today, so I decided to post my outfit up.
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My phone vibrated, saying that Jungkook liked and commented on my post. I grinned and giggled like a little girl knowing that he noticed my post in the first ten minutes.
Some of his friends from the group noticed my photo too. It felt weird, knowing that they had no idea who Lee Y/N was a few months ago.
I felt extremely comfortable and confident with myself today—which was very rare. I was nervous about what Jungkook would say to me, or if he'll even talk to me without me blushing every two seconds after that close call.
I placed a piece of almost burnt toast in my mouth while grabbing my backpack—I usually leave thirty minutes before school starts since I either get there right on time or earlier. I would ride bus' and drive cars', but the memories do come at random times and I don't want more people to think I'm psychotic.
My thumb slid up the screen, scrolling down my instagram feed. I somewhat stalked Jungkook's instagram and watched beauty videos that gave tips. I don't even use makeup.
I was so engulfed into my phone I didn't notice a vehicle slowly following behind me. I heard a car door slide open as arms grabbed my waist harshly from behind. I screamed, but no one could here me. They covered my mouth with a cloth. I refused to breathe in, knowing what it could do. But my body betrayed me, as the world went dark.
My eyes slowly opened, but I still could not see anything. Where am I? Why am I here? Questions circulate my brain, but they are more questions that cannot be answered to.
"She's gaining consciousness, sir." A male's voice said.
"Where did you take me?" I asked in the most authoritative voice I could give.
"Ah, a feisty one." A hand touched my cheek as I flinch away. "It's not like you would be able to tell them where you are. It's okay though, all he has to do is bring the money."
