bro ?(Ateez,The Boyz X Reader)

recalling memories is often hard

I had gone home with Kevin since I found out he lives only a street from mine. We had laughed and sang out favorite songs.

I am now home, sitting at my desk. In front of me is that paper, that threat from today... of course I wasn't afraid, but more interested in who wrote this. Could it be that Yeosang guy, my not so loving brother...
I was interrupted by a knock.

"Yes, it's opened!" I yelled.
I turned around and saw the tall guy leaning on the door, hands crossed, staring deeply at me. I widen my eyes and said "What do you need?" He put his hands down and smirked "Why did you go early in school, by foot, we have drivers you know?" He said looking around my room and turning his gaze to me.
"I-i wanted to explore around the school, and go alone to school." I stuttered. "Ahh, and I thought it was because of me!" He let a laugh.
"Hahah, no, no that wasn't it Seonghwa..." I avoided looking in his eyes. "Well I see you didn't tell my mom about last night?" He sighed. "No I didn't, I told her you were in the library." "Good." He smiled. "Anything else, Seonghwa?" I finally looked up and got up from my chair. "Actually yeah!" He swung his fingers. "I want you to meet my friends!" He smiled amusingly, I knew he meant nothing good. "I don't think so Seonghwa..." I mouthed "Ahh, come on, sis, I won't take a no for an answer!" He got closer and put his hand on my shoulder. "And if you don't want to I might tell some other stuff to the wholee school, let's see if you will then have friends" he whispered. He backed of, put his hands in pockets and left "Bye sis!"

I stood there lifeless, I wasn't scared meeting Ateez as how scared I was that he knows all about my past life and secrets, and if he tells it to whole school I'm ruined.

You see, I was in the juvenile home, not because I've made trouble, but because I had nowhere to go. My mother was a smart and beautiful woman, everyone said I looked like her, I remember her in some memories only. I had a picture of her but my father ripped it apart. After my mother had cancer I was the only one to take care of her while my father was working out of the city. He also had lovers which he would stayed at. Four months later she was diagnosed she died. And I was left alone in this world, nobody cared. My father pretended nothing happened, he would also often get drunk and beat me telling me it's my fault she died, that I could've taken care of her better. He would often bring students, high schoolers and little girls home. I couldn't stand what he was doing to them I even once tried to cut myself and bleed out, but a neighbor came. I had no life to begin a day with, or finish one. It became worser when he tried to rape me too. That neighbor called police and they took my father in prison. I ended up in a juvenile home. Things there were different, they like you or they don't like you. I was one of those invisible, quiet people. Food there was disgusting but I got used to it. I found my hapiness in small things, drawing, music. There was a person who I'll never forget, he was my best friend. It's just I don't know his name, I called him Bbang. He loved bread and could eat it everyday. He was quiet and calm. When he would talk it would be very relaxing and cute. He had black hair and was very tall. He was quite handsome too. He was one of the reasons why I couldn't give up. His smile would always bring mu hapiness back. I wasn't in love with him or anything, he was simply my best friend whom I never really had.
One day, correctly a year and three months ago he got transferred to some rich family, it was our dream, it was like one way ticket to get out. We promised that if we get that ticket we will be happy for another. I was really happy for Bbang, but I was simply sad we weren't able to see each other.

It was hard recalling that memories, but it will be harder if they come out in public......