Just a warning, brief mention of abuse in this chapter.
Oh no. My mom caught me staring at the neighbor's house again. She is clearly not happy about it, either.
"Come here," my mom says, starting to unbuckle her belt. I gulp, knowing what is about to happen.
"Turn around," she calmly says, every word even. I slowly turn and close my eyes, waiting for the pain.
"How many times," she hits me with the belt, sending streaks of pains through my body, "have we told you not to look over there?" She hits my thighs again, causing me to whimper in pain.
Crap, was the window open the whole time?
I stumble over and close the window, but not before glancing the one person who I am supposed to hate. He was looking up at our house, obviously concerned and curious about the noise. He looks down when he sees me, crying, close the window.
Why would he care about me? Why would Kim Namjoon care about me? After all, we were born to hate each other.
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Born To Hate
Fanfiction"Don't look over there." "But I want to." "Don't." Every since she was young, (Y/N) has been told to avoid the neighbors. Never looking at their house, not knowing their names, completely in the dark about their whole existence. But she is curious...
