Adopted by BTS?! (Discontinued, will be remaking this story!)

The getaway

"Hey brat get over here!" Your father calls.

"Y-yes appa?" You walk to him with your head slightly down.

"Don't call me appa.  It sounds filthy coming from your mouth." He turns around bumping into the side table causing the vase to fall and break. He rolls his eyes. "Now pick up the broken glass on the floor! We're leaving"

"Y-yes ap— sir..."

Your mother heads down the stairs. "Let's go honey. You! Clean the house, I want this place to be spotless. I specifically want you to do it. Just so your not useless you know. She gives a disgusted look.

"Y-yes the most prettiest lady..." hopelessly looking into her eyes.

"Very good! You're getting better at complimenting me." You can tell she's fake smiling.

With a loud thud, the door shuts. Couple minutes after, the engine of the car fading indicates they left.

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"Let me clean that for you." One of the older maids sighs deeply.

"No it's ok, mo— ma'am said me to do it..." you softly smile.

"You poor baby. They don't deserve you." She gently bends down on her knees to pay your head gently. Sinking into her touch. 'This feels nice' you thought.

She moves her hand away from your face, towards the glass.

"No!" You grab her hand. "Ma'am said that I have to clean it." You bend down and carefully pick up the broken pieces of glass.

"I'm not just going to let a little young lady to pick up broken glass. Don't do anything, let me get the broom and dustpan."

"Ah." Flinching at the pain. "Ay uh! Yah! I said don't do anything. Now you're hurt." She pulls out a handkerchief from her pocket, dabbing the wound carefully. You stare at her. No one has done this for you. Even at the shelter.

"I- I'm okay. I'm used to it." You tilt your head confused. She sighs, empathetically staring at you with her eyebrows furrowed.  The maid pushes her hands onto her knees to get up.

"What's your name again?" You questioned realizing you never really got to know anyone in this household. "Edna. Mama Edna." She tenderly smiles. Why cant you see and feel like this everyday. Why is it such a hell in this place.

"I don't want to be here. I hate it here. Eomma and Appa don't love me. I don't have a eomma or appa." Tears well you in your eyes as you quietly rant, squeezing the handkerchief.

"I'm. Sorry." Struggling to get the words out. Her footsteps shuffling away from you.

Wiping your tears you rush out the door. A younger voice calls out to you. "Yah! Where are you going! You're going to get in trouble!" The voice fading as you continue to run tears falling.

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"Edna! The girl! She ran out the door!" The younger maid runs into the kitchen. Edna freezes. "Let her be. It might be for the best." She closes her eyes hoping for the best.

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Still running eyes welling up, blurring your vision. You trip on a rock, falling onto your knees scraping the skin. Whimpering pain, you let it all out. Sobbing. It was better at the orphanage.

You change your position to sit on your bum. The blood slowly gushing out your knees. You hold the handkerchief on it. Closing your eyes as it burns.

You get up a couple minutes after and limped. Your stomach growling. You look at your stomach and turned your lips into a frown.
Finally hearing a car noise you look up, just to see your 'so called parents' glance at you passing by.

Scared at the two, you make a run for it. Running like there's no tomorrow. Frantically looking for a place to hide, you see a big box opened. Not knowing what to do, you climb into the box, closing the top. As what was like eternity, you drift into a deep sleep.

To Be Continued