Lee y/n is a normal girl who likes to learn new things. One day she gets into an accident with a stranger called Jeon Jungkook. Thinking that he's arrogant she's happy to never see him again.
Little does she know that this boy will become an importa...
I woke up in the middle of the night struggling to breathe.
I tried to get help but I had no chance. It was as if I was trapped in my own body.
Trying to get my water bottle I fell out of my bed. At that moment it was even harder to get some air than before. Tears were running down my cheeks. Please let me breath! My ribcage contracted in any case it felt like that.
After two minutes I slowly could breath easier again. What was this? I stood up and stumbled to the bathroom. When I removed my shirt my eyes grew wide. Under my breasts were big blue stains looking like bruises and they were a little bit swollen. What's happening to my body... why are there bruises...?
Confused I wiped off my sweat. Since I caught the cold it was ordinary for me to wake up with sweat all over my body. I thought it was normal...
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The next day started. I sat at the table with my breakfast thinking about what I saw this night and of course what happened. Not realizing that my brother tried to talk to me, I poked in my food.
" HEY YOU LITTLE BEAN! "
My eyes wandered up to my brother. "Hm?"
"Is everything okay?" I saw that he was worried. No, to be honest there is'n anything okay... but I just nodded. "You're sure? Normally you would freak out when I call you little bean... what's up?" Sighing I grabbed my plate and walked to the kitchen. "I'm not in the mood..." He watched me grabbing my backpack and going to the door. "Tell mom I will come back later than usual... bye!"
Day by day it got worse. I woke up every night strugglig to breathe. The bruises didn't fade and my breasts and face stayed swollen . My skin started to get more and more pale. Even a little walk made me out of breath.
After a week watching me, my mother decided to get an appointment for my regular doctor. He said that I was allergic to the antibiotics I took because of my cold. They gave me another kind and send me back home
The whole time I didn't meet Jungkook again. Something in me wanted to see him again... to see his beautiful eyes again... just a little glance would be enough. What the fuck y/n... are you crazy or something?...
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In school I couldn't concentrate. My thoughts were everywhere but school, which drove me insane. I tried so hard but no chance. With a sigh I looked at the paper in front of me. Art was normally my favourite subject but at that moment I just didn't know what to draw. My teacher wanted us to draw something to the topic "dream".
What exactly is a dream? Is it something I want to happen in the future? Maybe something I want to achieve? Or just something that only exists in my imagination?
I think I don't really have a dream. Sure, I want to get a good education and later in like 15 years a husband and children but I don't look at it as a dream... it's more like a vision... Maybe I should draw the dark eyes I think of so much. My hands started on their own. After 10 Minutes I looked at my resume.
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