: 𝑷𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔

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𝑷𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔—-𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏

Playing Hate me by Miley Cyrus

Don't trust.

Do not trust them.

You're too forgiving.

Too giving.

They'll take and take little flower.

Thrive in the sun,

Before they take you and let you wither.

Survive little flower,

These paper flowers look too alike for you to know.

So instead, trust yourself.

If you do, you'll be able to see the sun another day.












If you do, you'll be able to see the sun another day

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Hyunjin's POV:

I don't know what to do? I'm terrified.

I'm so fucking scared and I'm left with no choice. It's either follow my siblings which is almost guaranteed to be dangerous or leave with the others.

I can't understand why they want to stay. Why are they so adamant to stay here to practically live in the danger?

I normally am able to read my siblings so easy. Yeji has always been a strong pillar for me to lean on whenever I needed it. My brave, strong big sister. She was as beautiful as our mother with the traits to knock anyone who tried to mess with us down. She has always been caring and kind to me as we've grown older.

I remember being afraid, so afraid whenever I found myself alone. The negligence of any parental figure was hard but she was there. Always there even when I sobbed to myself with my knees to my chest as I sat in that familiar, dark closet. She would sit on the other side, humming her favourite tune of the week as I sobbed my little heart out. And she would call out to me, with her soft gentle voice through the door,

Jinnie? It's ok. It's ok to be sad.

Cry.
Cry as much as you need. Your big sister will always be with you.

No matter what happens.

Maybe it's why I was so easily driven to talk to Minho from the other side when he panicked. Why it was so familiar to me but at the time I didn't really think to deeply about it.

Yeji would always make sure I was ok. She was my person.

And then I had two.

When Niki was born, it was us three against the world. Niki has always been my reasoning, my sweet little brother who happened to be more mature than me. He was said to be cold to others but to me and Yeji he was warm and silently loving.

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