TXT Imagines

Hatred ~ Choi Beomgyu

Y/n POV:
Books. If there's one thing I love more than food in the world, it was definitely books. I always had my head in a book, completely submerged with the characters and their emotions. This led to me often getting scolded for reading so much; ignoring those around me as the book is usually more enticing. My love of books was the reason I chose to study English literature - there's even bigger opportunities to read books! When books are assigned to the class, I'm always the first to finish and review them ... well me and one other student. Beomgyu. He seems to love books just as much as I do but he's definitely more outgoing and extroverted than myself.

Whilst I mainly kept to myself , I do have one friend who, fortunately, understood my love of books. Beomgyu again. He's really the only person that I message. And we mainly talk about books we've both read. He's a good friend of mine that understands me and my love of books in a way that no one else does.

I never used to be a bookworm. My parents used to argue all the time and I hated it. My name was constantly brought up and that made things 10 times worse. I never particularly felt loved by either of them yet they always doted on my younger sister, Rochelle.

I never hated her for it though. They have every reason to love her more than me; she's beautiful, smart, funny and is a straight A student, popular and loved by everyone. I was either always getting compared to her or was completely ignored because of her. Yet I still love her, she's my sister after all.

When my parents finally divorced after years of heated arguments and fights, they fought over my sister and I... in very different ways. Both wanted full custody of Rochelle and to dump me with the other. In the end, Rochelle got to live with both equally; a month at each parents house since they lived on opposite ends of town. And me? I offered to move out and live with my aunt in the next city, meaning I'd have to transfer schools and move all my belongings... not that I had much anyways. But I guess my mother took pity on me because she said that I could stay with her, much to my fathers contentment and her dismay. I guess she still has some maternal instincts left towards me after all. I still got the box room whilst Rochelle had a decent sized room and another room (that used to be mine) as her walk in wardrobe and en-suite. Oh to be the favourite child, must be nice.

Rochelle and I never really got along to begin with. She was brought up to be my superior in every way. And whilst she never did anything bad towards me, she never stopped anyone else from hurting me. She always just stood and watched in the background, never intervening, never helping me. We're also very different people, polar opposites to be exact.

Throughout the divorce, I turned towards books as an escape. Anything to get my mind out of reality and into a fantasy world where I didn't have to worry about my life in any way. Fiction books were my outlet. Books don't disappoint me the way life does. I can become any character in the book, feel their emotions, live their lives, go on their journey with them. All the things I lack in life, books make up for. And whilst I could never afford my own, I would always borrow from the library and return them within a few days. Unlike my sister, I didn't get massive amounts of pocket money each week; just travel money for the bus whilst my mother drove my sister to school and her friends mums would drop her back.

Yeah, it really do be like that. But still, I don't hate her.

Anyways. I'm just finishing reading my latest book when I feel someone sit beside me. I look up to see it's Beomgyu.
"Y/n, hi" he smiles at me. Goodness, I love his smile.
"Hey, what's up?" I ask, putting my bookmark in place before shutting the book in my lap.
"I wanna know if I tell you a secret, will you keep it?" He looks me dead in the eyes.
"Yeah of course I can. Is everything okay?" I ask frowning, somewhat concerned for this boy I'm head over heels in love with.
"You're the first person I'm telling this to and I don't know how to say this but..." he pauses, taking a deep breath. It worries me that he's so nervous about what he's about to tell me.
"I'm in love with someone"