Kpop Imagines

Bloo

!!!!!Warning!!!!!
I am NOT encouraging anybody to drink, smoke, do drugs or anything else! This is only a story! If you feel uncomfortable reading about such topics skip this chapter! Also Bloo is not like that in real life, again I repeat, it is only a story!

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"You're behaving really mature", she praised you lovingly, expressing her pride with her stretched arms. Ms Sah, your English teacher, told you the exact same thing so many times, at least once weekly. You, indeed, were her favorite student and that was a little more than just obvious. The teachers appreciated the way you kinda had a clue of life and managed to reach so much on an independent base. All adults you knew showed an impressed expression whenever they heard about your actions. Receiving almost only good grades, writing books and learning languages as hobby, always being the nice teenage girl. That teenage girl who never did anything special, the one who seemed to have never experienced something outside her comfort zone. People believed that although in order to know so much about life like you it wouldn't have been possible to never get out of a certain zone. Everyone was too naive.

The entire class sent over some death or jealousy glares right after hearing the praise again. As if you weren't feeling uncomfortable enough with so many lasting looks at you the teacher decided to go ahead "You really know much. You're wise. Sensible especially. You wouldn't ever do something that's bad for you, I believe that. About you nobody has to worry, you'll master life". Externally you could feel these stares becoming worse, internally you could feel a decent stitch in your heart. The urge to deny these sentences was too big, so big you relieved pressure by scratching your nails over the bare skin of your leg. Nothing of this was true. The only real facts were the ones she had enumerated, though, she hadn't known you outside of school life. Not always you could know what's good for you and what's not, sometimes you also only wanted to ignore this decision.

As she was about to leave through the wooden door she once more turned around to the class "Everyone, pick Y/n as idol. Unlike you guys who go out at night or procrastinate their studies she stays home and gets a hang of her life. Do everyone a favor and be like her". Next, she left. Anger was growing inside your body, killing your mind. Why did people believe such stories? Always it said you wouldn't ever do anything wrong or illegal or spontaneous. After so many years of carrying such lie on your shoulders you got upset every time someone stated something similar. "She'll marry a rich professor, she wouldn't ever have a hangover, she wouldn't ever try out such things". Things people said, mostly adults. And they couldn't be more wrong.

[10;26pm]
"Dad, I'm going to the bar", you shouted across the flat while adjusting your choker which looked more compatible for a make-out session than night out. But who cares. That was your style. Generally speaking, grunge with an own personal touch.

"You won't. Tomorrow is a normal school day", he replied cold heartedly without leaving his chair.

"Argh, okay, I won't"

A loud groan escaped your lungs at first. Though, you didn't stop getting ready. After locking the door to your own room you went to the window and called Bloo, your boyfriend.

"Hey, bae. Uhh please pick me up in front of the window again. Btw, I'm ready now"

Yeah, you'd go out though. No matter what anyone said. People saying you'd marry a rich professor were now wrong at this point. Bloo was your ideal type, you loved him dearly. But he was the exact opposite of a professor. Grunge style, smoking, drinking, clubbing, tattoos, etc. On the inside he was a total softie after all but he was definitely kind of a bad boy. The baddest out of all.

[10;38pm]
Carefully but knowingly you climbed through the window on the second floor. Experienced was a perfect word to describe you. You did that so often.