"Y/N?" I suddenly hear a voice calling my name.
That's weird. That voice sounds very familiar, but I can't remember from where it's from.
I turn around to see who called me and when I do I am so shocked that the food falls out of my hand.
"BamBam?" I ask with wide eyes.
*FLASHBACKS brought to you by Tae's Gucci*
You were just casually sitting in the dining hall alone eating your lunch like usually. It has been a month since Eric was sent to jail and in this time you have tried to forget what happened and also you are still recovering from your depression.
After what happened with Eric you also told your brother about your depression. He was worried about you and wanted to send you to a therapist, but you didn't want that and he respected your decision, because he didn't want to force you in to anything.
But you knew that you would never really recover from depression, since that is impossible, because it will always be at the back of your head no matter what.
You just tried to live with it in a way that it wouldn't effect your life.
*Ughh, soo much food!* You whine in your head.
Your brother also noticed how skinny you have gotten, so everyday he packs you a lot of food and at home he also watches you to make sure that you eat.
He's really hard on himself, which makes you sad. He blames himself for not noticing your struggles before and that it's his fault that you broke.
The first time that he saw the cuts on your hands he just broke down infront of you and cried.
You grab your fork and start to slowly eat your food. Because you rarely ate anything the last year and a half, your body has truble accepting the food.
"Hi!" You hear someone suddenly say.
You look up from your food and see a guy standing infront of you and you look at him with a raised eyebrow.
*Who the hell is this?* You think to yourself, because you haven't seen him at your school yet.
"What do you want?" You ask bluntly.
"Um-..." He gets nervous. "I- um just wanted to ask you-u if I could sit here....with you." He says and you try to process his words.
*He. He wants to sit with me? But why? No one ever sits with me since their too afraid of me. So why isn't he?*
"Why me?" You ask him.
"Well, because you're sitting alone and I wanted to talk to you, because you seem like a nice person." He tells you honestly and smiles at the end. You scoff.
"Don't you think there is a reason why no one sits with me. It's because they're afraid. Shouldn't you be too?"
He just smiles at you and sits down. "I don't have a reason to be afraid of you." He says.
He starts to eat his food and you just look at him confused. No one has ever sat with you or wanted to talk to you, so you don't really know what to do right now.
"So, what's your name?" He asks you.
"Song Y/N." You answer him. "Are you new here?" You ask and he nods.
"Yeah, I'm a transfer student from Thailand." He tells you.
"Cool...so what's your name?"
"Kunpimook Bhuwakul." He tells you and you can't help, but laugh a little. "Yah! It's not funny!" He says and smacks your head with a spoon.
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Secretly Famous || Min Yoongi
FanfictionA story of a famous artist who hides her identity from the world and then somehow becomes the music producer of BTS. But as it turns out her identity isn't the only thing that she is hiding. "...there are so many things you don't know about me, and...
