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Y/N Has A Special Secret

Once upon a time, there was a small woman. Not small in size, but small inside. She was strong and powerful but that power scared the people around her. It made them question their own choices and values. And they didn't like it. So they did what they could to break her and tear her apart.

But one day the small woman saw everything. The small woman saw two choices. She could end it all, be free from their clutches, be free from all the pain. Or she could painfully crawl towards an unknown, a possible creation.

The small woman grit her teeth and painfully and slowly fought to finally have a chance at the life she had barely dared to dream of. The small woman found, as time went by and she became big inside, that it is never too late to experience life as it should be. And the small woman got better, she melted her former chains, and built a strong foundation for a good life.

The small woman didn't see a need to talk about her former smallness. The past was the past.

But sometimes the past needs to be reminded of that.

Because it forgot that she wasn't small inside anymore.

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"Y/N!" Y/N's head whipped around at her name being called, standing patiently and waiting for Jimin to catch up to her. His backpack smacked against his back as he ran and she felt sorry for the heavy textbooks inside. And his spine.

"Yeeeeeeeeees?" She stretched out when he finally came to a halt next to her. Jimin took a few gulps of air, only slightly out of breath.

"Party? Saturday? Please?" Y/N looked at him for a moment.

"Could you maybe treat me like a worthful human being, repeat what you said, and use a full sentence this time?" She said drily. Sometimes.....the boys really did have good hearts inside. But being raised rich, always given the best, always deferred to, it still altered your perspective of the world. Sometimes she felt like she spent way too much time trying to broaden the boys' perspectives and teach them the social graces of the "lower" classes.

"Sorry!" Jimin sucked in another breath.

"It's my turn to host the weekend party. I was hoping you'd come. Pleeeeeaaaaaassssseeeee." He smiled big, his eyes becoming crescent moons, and he pouted his lips slightly, tilting his head to the side. Y/N kept staring at him for a moment before snorting and nodding.

"I'll come."

"Thank you!" Jimin swung his arm casually around her shoulders, ignoring the glares that some of the girls surrounding them on the lawn, were sending Y/N's way. He peeked at the books she was holding as they walked towards one of the campus buildings.

"Are those for class or your thesis?"

"Both. Have you killed your back yet?" Jimin laughed and rested his head on her shoulder. Jimin was known for being....touchy. He did it a lot of times without thinking. It had made Y/N uncomfortable at first, especially given his reputation, but she had soon realized it was his way of accepting her into the group. And he kept away from certain areas, so she put up with it. Well....she actually did like it. She liked being touched without worrying about what men usually expected afterwards. It made her feel safe.

"I have a super back." He replied as they approached the entryway. He slid his arm off her shoulders and waved. "Well, unfortunately this isn't my building so I will leave you and race to my class."

"Don't hurt your spine!" Y/N called after him, shaking her head and smiling slightly.

When she walked into the classroom a couple glares were shot her way but she ignored them. She wasn't going to be policed by the jealousy of others. She had better things to do, like learn the damn material.

She was the only girl who hung out with Jimin and his friends, the Bangtan Seven. Seven slightly spoiled, rich boys, no, fuckboys, who got what they want, when they wanted it. Many a girl knew what she was getting into and yet many were still mad when things ended. When Y/N had caught the boys' interest, she had been the talk of the campus. Not that she cared.

In some girls' minds, they could tell themselves that if Y/N wasn't around then the boys would be interested in them.

Why did she hang out with them? Y/N asked herself that every day. She suspected she was just lonely. She had kept herself busy when she moved to Korea and most of her friends had recently returned to their home countries. Now....she was fluent in Korean and could probably make more friends. There were a decent number of girls on campus who had either slept with one of the boys and saw it as no more than a one-night stand, or were intelligent and hadn't been gotten to. Yet.

Maybe the real reason was that, once they discovered her gift, the boys wouldn't leave her alone.

Y/N wasn't a superhero but she did have something not a lot of people did. She could see you. See you. All people walk around with a mask, hiding the things they don't want you to see. Hiding their darkest secrets. Y/N could take one look at you and peel away that mask. She saw you as you truly were.

So, of course, the Seven enjoyed her help in finding compatible one-night stands. She still wasn't entirely sure how it had happened. Maybe it was Hoseok backing off. Maybe it was her and Namjoon's conversations. Maybe it was the persistence of the youngest three. They just all bothered her until she had to accept their friendship.

And really, what woman wouldn't cave to seven very attractive men wanting to spend time with her? Y/N told herself it was for the greater good. She steered them away from girls she knew would be devastated by their playboy ways. She read the crowd at their parties so they could make their guests feel especially comfortable.

But it wasn't her scene. Nothing was her scene. Don't get her wrong, she wasn't miserable. She studied what she wanted to study, visited places she wanted to see, and pursued her hobbies. But she didn't really fit in anywhere, even with the Seven. They weren't on her level, even Namjoon who came closest. They didn't see things the same.

Her life may be unusual but she liked it that way. It was lonely but she was comfortable with himself. So the nights when she walked home, or when Hoseok drove her, when she lay in bed staring at the ceiling, that familiar, creeping wave of knowledge that you are an unknown outsider washing over her, it didn't hurt as much as it could. She was used to it. She was used to never fully belonging.

She considered herself under no illusions, that if she wasn't so good at reading people and if she hadn't intrigued Namjoon and Hoseok so much, the boys wouldn't have given her a second glance.

This was her life. And she was content.