hot chocolate

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trigger warning : mentions of possible rape,alcohol and death. read at your own risk.

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i woke up with a strong headache and a wish to fall asleep and never wake up. a wish to always stay in my dreams, which were a safe place for my mind.

the sun was shining through my old curtains. i stood up from my bed, remembering i had school today.

i took a random outfit and put it on me. the real challenge wasn't doing all of this, it was going downstairs and praying that they both left the house for whatever reason.

i slowly started going downstairs, not hearing any sounds from the kitchen nor the living room. i sighed in relief seeing a note in the kitchen table. i opened it without much thought.

'we left for work, breakfast is in the fridge like your lunch for school.'

i just threw the paper in the old trash can, not even bothering to open the fridge and take the food. i took my backpack that was laying on the floor and left my house to school.

the walk to school was pretty short, although i wished it was longer. the school was filled with people full of hate and drama like in the movies that i watched with my mom ( when everything didn't go to shit ). i always tried to stay out of that, not wanting to cause any more of the useless attention on myself. however i really wasn't really the type to go and make drama about something totally irrelevant. but maybe that's why i am noisy.

i made my way to the first class, pushing through the mass of students that were in the small halls.

when i got to my classroom i quietly sat down and opened my text books trying to get my mind off of last night.

i felt a hand on my shoulder. 'hey' i jumped from my seat and looked at the person. a brown haired boy stared at me with concern.

'um, not to be rude or anything but you fell asleep so i came to wake you up. i'm sorry if i scared you' a heart shaped smile graced on his lips.

'oh no, it's okay. thank you for your concern...?'

he extended a hand for me to shake it. 'it's hoseok' the smile on his face never leaving.

'hi hoseok, i'm songul'

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'so, songul you say' he pronounced it more like sungul 'you're a foreigner?' he put his elbows on the table staring at me. 'you could say? my dad was turkish-korean while my mom is fully korean, so they decided on a turkish name' he nodded cutely. 'can i call you sun?' he asked me. 'of course' i smiled.

'how come i have never seen you in class?' i was geniunely confused since i don't remember ever even seeing his face.

'i'm really not the type to go to classes to be honest, but yeah...' he said, shoving the subject aside. i drank my hot chocolate slowly, it wasn't like the one me and you drank but it was okay. i sighed.

the soft breeze was making me shiver, so i pulled my soft jumper closer to me. the sun shined brightly yet it was cold.

'did you move here or something?' i insisted with the questions. 'um... somewhat? i guess... i haven't really been home you could say...' he smiled sadly. he stood up from the table smiling brightly at me. 'anyways, i have to go somewhere right now. see you in class next time?' i nodded. 'yeah, yeah sure. see you hoseok' and with that he left.

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the rest of the day was pretty boring. i was glad i had at least some company. i was coming back from school when i bumped into a boy again. i looked up to see him being the same tall boy i bumped in last night.

'i'm sorry' i told him again, expecting for him to at least say something.

he just pushed me to the side and threw his lollipop at the road.

shaking my head i continued my way to my house. in my head i prayed that there was no one home and that i would be able to relax at least for one second.

when i entered my house i could hear shuffling from the living room. he was home. great.

'songul?' he yelled 'is that you?'

i didn't say anything. i tried to sneak up the stairs without him hearing me, but i guess - like always - the universe had other plans for me. the stairs under me squeaked and i just froze. i closed my eyes tightly, hoping that he wouldn't come to me.

my hopes were crushed when he said 'you don't have to be scared of me' i turned around to see him holding a tray with orange juice and some fruits.

'why don't you come here and have a step father and step daughter bonding time?' a smile stretched onto his face, but not a loving one.

'no, please no' i said quietly, going into the living room. praying that nothing happens. i sat on the old couch, while he sat awfully close to me. feeling uncomfortable, i moved away from him.

'why don't you drink some orange juice, my honey?' without thinking, i took the glass and drank the juice that was inside it.

well, you see. that was my mistake. the moment i drank it, my head started to hurt and my vision became blurry. the only thing i really remember was him saying creepy stuff.

'oh my dear songul, no one will ever rip us apart. we will always be together' he came even closer to me and started to touch me in tries to take my shirt of. i tried to pull away, but i couldn't. all the strenght in my body i had once was now gone.

'no, ilsung please, no.' i begged him, waiting for him to stop. but he didn't.

and in that moment, before he could go any further, the window broke into pieces. both of our heads shot up. i started screaming and yelling. i took that as my chance to escape. my vision was still blurry, but i had enough strenght to stand up. 'where do you think you're goin you little...' he was shut up by the people that were barging into the house asking if we're okay.

i nodded and just walked out of the house, with tears in my eyes that blurred my eyes even more i saw a figure, a woman, geniunely smiling at me. i couldn't really see her face clearly, but i didn't really care. still in complete shock, i ran out of the place i once called home and escaped somewhere into the big city of seoul.