It is what it is. Short stories about BTS members in AUs. There will be no requests allowed here as I only take in written requests on another book I call "U Imagine". So send in personal requests over there instead of over here ok. ; )
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*⚠️ Trigger Warning: Sensitive topics will be discussed such as stalking, harassing, threatening, self-harm, obscene language, depression, child abuse, murder, blood and gore, graphic description of said material. Reader discretion is advised. ⚠️
A/N: If you pushed past the warning, I hope you enjoy this story. 😘
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Your POV:
People compare beautiful people to objects that hold beauty...
Such as a flower...
But if you knew any better,
Beautiful people are like dandelions...
They are the 'exceptional weeds' out of the rest, that can live and get whatever they want from others...
And leave them dry the next day...
As if they were a parasite, and took only the parts of people they needed and left them broken.
Now why do I say such a thing?
It's because it's happened to that woman who birthed me...
I don't call her mama anymore Since she lost that title years ago
Yet I fell for the same curse that broke her too.
In fact, whenever I saw a picture of that mothafucka,
I'm reminded of how much he's a heartthrob that most would fall for
And one day, the wind blew him away Since he is a dandelion An exceptional weed
And I trusted him foolishly And he spread himself around And that's the end of it
Yet I can get over him My dandelion I'll make you feel for me again
This time I won't let go _________________________________
As of today, I have lived three years independently. And I have to say I'm proud that I made a name for myself instead of that woman, forcing me to provide for her, to take care of her, to clean up after her mess and waste my childhood having no one to rely on.
At that time, things were difficult, at home, I quit school at eleven to work in order to provide for my mom and I.
It wasn't until a young boy my age, probably 15, he looked ethereal as he approached me, "Hey, do you want to help me pick flowers for my mom? I need extra hands. I promise I'll give you something in return."
