Banding With My Bullies | ITZY x Reader FF

Prologue

Love

It's something I have longed to know what it feels like.

The feeling of loving someone.
The feeling of being loved.

The happiness it brings.
The trouble it brings.

The pain it brings.
The relief it brings.

These all feelings are alien to someone like me.

I have never knew what love felt like. Perhaps I was destined to live a life without love after all.

Confused?

Alright...

I'll tell... About my life so far.

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Being orphaned at birth I didn't even know who parents were. Feeling their love was impossible to me. They told me they found me near a car crash site.

I was barely breathing.

Perhaps they love me or they didn't. I don't know. The only reminder I have of them is a half-heart platinum locket.

I grew up under the care of the orphanage where was treated... Pretty normal I guess.

The people there didn't hate me or anything, they just thought that I was different consider I didn't look very 'Korean-ish'.

'Doesn't make any sense?... I don't know. Does that to me matter anymore.

The relationship I had with them was like a normal student has with a teacher. Respective to their roles. (That means nothing kinky you pervs.)

Life was simple.

Too simple.

I was bland. It was colourless. I never felt alive.

Not feeling alive men something similar to being a walking dead body.

That's what I was.

A walking dead body.

Dance... It brought colour to my life.

I tried it is a simple activity of one of the many activities at the orphanage but I couldn't stop myself from dancing.

Dance made me breathe. I felt alive for the first time.

So I continued holding onto the small ray of light in this vast, dark world.

At 12, and old grandpa adopted me. He was perhaps as lonely as I was. He had a son but that son didn't really care for him.

He need company. A friend. A companion. A small support in his old age.

I was that to him.

That was perhaps the only time I feel the closest thing to love. Grandpa Bae was a good man.

Perhaps the world didn't like my happiness so it took away my only friend from me.

Grandfather died before my 13th birthday and I was left alone once again.

His son came to the funeral and from his face I could tell that he wasn't the most pleased to see me.