BTS Reactions/Preferences/Imagines

ʜɪꜱ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ ~ ᴍ.ʏɢ

it's a boring day today, nothing special. just boring. just plain.

whose speaking you say? well, i'm su nian nian, and my brother is min yoongi.

well , step brother. my mom died after my birth and my dad just few years later. my aunts had given me for adoption. i thought all hope was lost, that was until the mins found me and adopted me.

i have a strong chinese heritage, so i speak broken korean.

i go down the stairs to see my brother, coldly stirring a bowl of cereal. i kindly ask him in my broken korean.

"oppa, can i please have some cereal?"

"get it yourself, we already adopted you, that was the biggest favour. what else you ungrateful chinese immigrant?"

i smile softly, but what hides behind is pain and misery. i was always hated by my brother, ever since i came into their lives, he had nothing soft to say. his words would be filled with fire and rage. but i kept morale, hoping he would treat me better.

after skipping breakfast, i walked to school. my brother never walked with me, he would always take the bicycle.

after a 5 km walk to school, i go to my class. i sit in front because i'm from another descent. and i'm the only one of chinese history. being lonely hurts.

after class, i was walking to my class, when suddenly a group of girls cornered me and dragged me to a bathroom stall.

"you b*tch, why do you even come to this school with that ugly face, take a break and go kill yourself, you unwanted child."

they then proceeded to hurt me physically and mentally. it really hurts, but i keep smiling.

"this dog keeps smiling even though she is getting beaten up. we should really teach her a lesson."

one of them takes a pocket knife and carves their initials in my right thigh. the cut, so deep, that blood oozed out.

"i think we are done here. it was fun." they leave me until the only thing I could hear were my loud thoughts.

i lay on the ground to rot, till the school ends.

gaining some energy, i get up and leave. lucky no students were there. i walk home with my battered condition. i open the door, to see my brother pacing back and forth, arms behind his back. as soon as he sees me, he stops.

i hoped that he would embrace me.

no.

he proceeded to degrade me badly, throwing abusive slang and profanities here and there. but after 2 hours, he finally pulled the string.

"you should have never been born. that's why your mother and father died, they never wanted you. you killed them."

i fell to the ground, at horror. he was right, i had killed them. i didn't deserve to live. this fact seemed to torment my head. until, i got up.

"don't worry, min yoongi. from now onwards, i promise. i won't interfere in your life. pretend that now i'm gone. you're free."

he scoffs at what i say and goes to his bedroom. i decide to remove my admission from the school, and to live on the streets. i don't want to be a part of his life anymore, i have already done enough."

i go upstairs and pack a bag full of my clothes and belongings. i go to the nearest dumpster, and throw the bag away. these were all brought by his family's money.

i go far away to the other end of the city, where the beggars live. i make a home out of metal scraps, and try to make myself at home. it is hard without comfort, but this is what I deserve.