"Just shut up and suck my dick already"
"If you pull my hair again I'll bite it off"
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When a fuck boy and an ex fuck boy end up becoming step brothers and sleep right across from each other, it becomes practically impossible to keep their hands to...
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Trigger warning // weight, body dysmorphia, bullying, cutting, rape
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All you need to know is that Wooyoung was traumatized when he was younger due to bullying experiences and a toxic relationship. . . . . . . . .
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Wooyoung's POV
I was painfully naive back then. The school's quiet introverted weirdo. The one that always ate lunch alone. Had no friends. Was self conscious about their weight and appearance so every year I would get the baggiest uniform the school could offer and grew out my bangs so people didn't have to see my hideous face.
It was better that way. I knew no one would ever show an interest in me. I'd most likely die alone. And I was ok with it. I was ready to accept this fact.
How could I forget the bullying. It was almost everyday and came in waves throughout the day. Some days better than others.
The worst was when the most popular kid at my school had confessed to me. I remember being so... confused. Someone as attractive as him liked me? Without wasting time I immediately told him I felt the same way. Out of excitement perhaps? Who knows.
That's when I realized just how delusional I was. He had immediately bursted out laughing and his friends who were hiding came out of their hiding spots with their phones held up. Recording the scene and laughing as well.
Pointing and laughing at me. Like I was joke.
I still remember the boy's harsh words till this day. "Who the hell would like an ugly pig like you? Go die"
That night was the first time in my entire life that I had considered cutting. I cried so hard and gripped the razor in my hand as I sat in the cold bathtub.
But I couldn't do it.
I was always terrified of blood. Especially the sight of my own. I'm weak. That's a fact I had accepted that day. Weak and worthless and perhaps a part of me actually believed what he said was true and that I do need to go die.
