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❝ favorite ❞ bangtan - angst

[🌙] : title : ❝ favorite ❞
[✨] : type : angst
[🍂] : member(s) : bangtan
[🍁] : side note : this chapter was requested by BonoBonoYahh

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Ten year old you was sitting on the bench, eyes glistening with tears as you stared at your brothers. They laughed and screamed with joy, obviously ignoring your presence.

You finally stood up, putting up a smile as you threw your hands up, shouting, "I wanna play too! Please! Please!"

Jeongguk turned, eyes instantly turning cold. "No. Sit on the bench and wait until we want to go home already."

"But oppa I want to play too—"

"We said no!" taehyung suddenly shouted and held your wrist, dragging towards the bench and harshly making you sit.

— present —

Once again, you found yourself reminiscing that memory as you sat in front of your parents, papers in hand. You glanced at your brothers, scowls on their faces as usual.

Your parents examined your papers along with your brothers' papers. Just like every single time, you heard your father sigh.

"Again, what level of stupidity is this?" he growled, throwing their papers on them. You sat their, tears covering your eyes.

You waited to hear your mother's words once again. Just like always. "Why can't you all be like your little sister? Despite her grade level, she can obviously beat you all." You tensed, seeing your brothers rage at your mother's words.

That was kinda true. You were born with such intelligence. You were known at school because of that. You even rejected your teachers when they told you to jump to a higher grade level.

You didn't really like that. You wanted to reach your dream step by step.

"Stupid bitch. Why did she even have to be born." your hands formed into fists, still remaining frozen as you heard your mother shout.

"Boys, Get in your rooms now." They obliged, still mumbling harsh words.

"Now y/n," your father whispered, a sinister smile on his lips. "About our recent discussion, has your mind been made up?"

But things were never good.

I hated this life. I hated being the favorite child. I hated being born as the intelligent one.

Everything has its downfall.

All I wanted was to have control over my own life. I wanted to be free and happy just like my brothers. But of course, life wasn't that kind.

Locked up inside this life carrying my parents' expectation was never a positive thing was it?

I hate this.

"Yes father." you voiced out, hands shaking. "And I don't want to inherit your company."

You heard both of them sigh as your father smirked. "You know, I've had so much patience for you y/n. I didn't really wanna do this but I guess I have to, hm?"

A punch landed on your face as the chair you sat on stumbled backwards, dragging you along. You coughed, blood gushing out your nose.

He began kicking you, shouting words that stung you. You sighed, softening now as you laid there helpless, taking all the beating.

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Your eyes fluttered open, lips immediately leaving a sigh. You stood up from your bed, body sore from all the beating yesterday.

After doing your morning routine, you headed for school.

Right.

Yes you were popular at school for your intelligence. But that didn't mean you were adored by your schoolmates.

They adored your brothers more. And of course, they bad mouthed you in front of your schoolmates.

"So, what reward did you receive from mom and dad yesterday?" you heard a grumble behind you and you turned to see namjoon, hands on his pockets. "Cash? Extra allowance? Tell us sis."

You shook your head and silently turned, attempting to run away but he held your upper arm and you winced. "Don't even try running away."

"Namjoon—" yoongi tried interrupting and you looked up to see him already looking at you with slight concern. "Namjoon stop—"

"What? Yoongi didn't you hate her too?" he chuckled before tightening his grip on you. You winced once again, tears forming on your eyes. He was directly squishing your wound from the beating. And it hurt as hell.

"P-Please stop." you whimpered.

"Why? Tell me why should I, huh? You deserve this—"

"Didn't you want to know what I received from mom and dad?" you suddenly said. "You're holding onto it now so please—" your hand flew to your mouth, stopping you from saying anything else.

He frowned, quickly lifting up your sleeve and having a quick peek at your bruise before you were able to run away.

They stood there, lips parted. Yoongi sighed, tucking his hands on his pockets. He wasn't shocked.

He knew it after all so why pretend to be shocked?

[🥂] : author's note
       — so um hi 😙✌️

[📝] : total word count
        — 801 words