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Jung Wooyoung (Ateez) imagine 1

Requested by NuramiraNatasha9

⚠️WARNING: dont read when you have issues with any form of anxiety or suicidal or self harming thoughts for self ptotection=)

"Hey loser, you didnt have time to shower? Cause i can smell you from like 20 miles away." a voice suddenly rang through my ears, too well known for me already. Wooyoung.

"Yo you cant hear us? I think she might finally got deaf." another one joked and poked me with a branch in my arm. That was Mingi. One of his stupid friends.

I still didnt reacted to all of them because i knew it would have just got worse if i did. "oouu shes acting brave and is ignoring us. I see what youre doing..." Hongjoong teased me and i just kept on walking straight.

"by thw way, your cap is so ugly. I thought it was my mop from home for a second. How can you always wear that sh*t?" wooyoung said again and i looked at him for a second with hurt clearly in my eyes. But i couldnt see any emotions in his. Just empty.

I gulped and looked away with clear disappointment in my eyes. There were actually times, when i we were the bestest friends. For real. No one seemed to know of his friends but i know he still does. And i was just so disappointed how he could end like this. Bully his own childhood friend like its nothing.

Suddenly another boy named Seonghwa ripped my cap from my head and began to look at it laughing. "hey..." i tried grabbing the cap from his hands but couldnt reach it. "it really is ugly. Oh look... Theres a loose thread." he said pulling on it slowly. And just how the universe would want it: my cap slowly destroyed itself and soon, there was just a long red thread over.

I just looked at them in shock, not being able to say anything. How could they... No, they dont. "seems like it wasnt good quality. You should probably buy you a new one." he laughed and all the other including wooyoung laughed too.

"you... You jerks... You as*holes! This was from my mother! It..." tears streamed into my eyes and i couldnt stop them. None of them. They just fell and little sobs escaped my mouth.

I quickly grabbed the left over thread and ran away, as fast as i could. I ran and ran until i couldnt hear any of their stipid laughters anymore. The laughters which ripped my heart apart and let it hurt unbelievable.

When i stopped, i was somewhere in a lonely side street and immediately collapsed onto the ground. My tears juat wouldnt and wouldnt stop. My hands clinging onto the red thread in my hands like its the only thing that keeps me alive.

And they did. It was one of the only things my mom had made for me before she passed away when i was a kid. She put so much love in it and never seemes to be tired or hurt even though her hands were bloody because of the wool. She always told me to jeep it close to my heart and one day give it to my children. But that wont happen anymore.

She always told me to be brave and never let anyone drag me down but without her on my side, everything seemed so impossible.

I also remembered when my mom passed away that one evening, i was out playing with wooyoung. We had so much fun. And then my dad came and told me. Everything broke down. But wooyoung was there. He was always there to comfort me and never let me feel alone.

But now... He let me feel the lonliest i could have ever been. And the worst was that my feelings for him were too strong to disappear. They seemed to be there forever and never disappeared even though he was the one who hurt me the most. But i just couldnt forget his caring and funny side and his adorable smile when he laughed.