Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Me writing this story ^ I'm a total noob at writing, but I couldn't help but write a fanfic with a badas female in it (I've read literally none send me some recommendations plz ;;-;; )
Warnings: Abuse (Mostly verbal), death, and sadness
(These warnings are for the entire story by the way!)
————————————
"So this is how you're going to act?"
You clench your fists and manage to stand straight against all the odds. You bite your lip as you try not to cry from the spinning room. You could almost laugh, getting mugged by a bunch of your classmates when you should be safe at home snuggling into your bed.
"N-none of you scare me." You tremble, mentally cursing yourself for stuttering. All that did was make them giggle and gave more excitement.
"Aww... little y/n has to go home? You need to see your family?" One of them teases, doubling over with laughter as you make a small hesitant step forward.
Your family was dead. Killed by the Sewol ferry, except for you and your twin brother.
"Just leave me alone..." You whisper quietly.
They glance at one another, clearly debating it. They were all tired, it was 11 at night.
"Fine..." the oldest sighs," but you need to do something for us. Go buy us cigarettes."
Your heart drops. You were only 14! No way were you buying cigarettes.
"I-I can't. I'm underage." You stutter, panicking at the thought of the police.
"Okay, then just steal them!" She shrugs."We won't leave you alone all night."
Without a second thought you scurry off to the convenience store around the corner. They follow you to the door and wave you in.
"Don't take to long!" They giggle and snort, getting ready for a smoke."
Heart thudding in your chest, you walk in and find yourself in front of the cashier where the cigarettes were safely locked away.
"M-m-May I buy a pack of cigarettes?" You whisper, hanging your head down in shame.
The man doesn't look up. He motions for an ID. You give him his ID and studies it.He raises an eyebrow and looks up. You look down, embarrassed at his deep stare.
"You being bullied kid?"
Lifting your head up, you study the man. He looked around 17, and was studying some kind of book under the register. You shake your head no, and hold out money for the cigarettes. He doesn't take it and lifts your chin higher.
"Are. You. Being. Bullied?" He grits his teeth, demanding a truth.
You let out a sob, nodding yes, over and over. You were so tired. Being bullied and trashed everyday took a toll and you wanted to lift your head high too. Wanted society to turn their heads you way as you strutted past. You wanted to be strong.
He gets up and your eyes widen a little, he was very tall, with a large powerful body and a menacing stare. He promptly goes out and meets the girls outside.
"You girls bothering her?"
The girls jolt, clearly startled by the handsome man confronting them.
"We were having a little bit of fun..." they laugh nervously.
"Get out before I call the police on you three. Don't let me see you again." He growls, and they back off without a fight, clearly scared. He turns around once more and looks at you. His eyes soften and he rubs your shoulder.
"You okay? School's tough, right?"
His soft tone makes you feel safe and you begin to relax a little.
"Y-yeah..." you answer,"Thank you."
"No problem, come talk to me whenever you feel like it, I'm always here after three pm." He smiles, his eyes wrinkling.
"I'll come visit." You manage a small smile before you turn and bow,"Thank you for your help oppa."
He waves and goes back to the register and begins to read that same book again.
Walking home you feel a bit lighter without any taunting words or trash being thrown at you.
Your heart begins to lighten, and how foolish you were, to think you were in love with a man who's name you didn't even know.
