▸ 关于我 Chapter Three. . . ❀︵︵
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Nomi pov

Emotional scars hurts way worse than the physical, eventually they both heal. But the emotional ones scars us for life, it changes us. And my emotional scar has affected Asher. The way he would plunder me with questions, constantly staring at me. His eyes twinkling in fear. Fear of what is going through my head. Now that he knows. He's been more protective than ever. Constantly asking me am I going to move out.

It's the plan asher. It's the goal.

Opening the door to the hallway jade and I lock on to each other, giving me a facade smile, to which I return an eyebrow raise. Closing my room door, I make a b-line for the bathroom but she beacons my name "nomi, you should really stop stressing your dad out, think about his feelings sometimes you know, he's a single father trying to take care of you, you should at least try" jade beams her fake smile upon me, letting out a heavy sigh my devil tells me to give her a piece of my venom.

But I won't give in to be lower than her.

"If my father wanted to resolve something he can tell me, I really don't need to hear it from his girlfriend thank you" my voice sounding as sweet as possible, when all I ever wanted to do was curse her out.

"Well technically I'm your step-mom, we're getting married soon" her voice hones in on me, it was as if time stopped. My body became limp, and I was staring at the world through a fish bowl. Married? Stepmom?

"And I want you to be my flower girl" she throws her arm around my shoulder softly rubbing my forearm, this can't be real. "The wedding will take place next week, I wanted to tell you all together as a family but I got too excited, and we'll be moving here!! This house is beautiful nomi" the anger in me balls my fist up and pushes her down onto the floor. The thump was so loud, my brother and father come out at the same time, mentally cursing myself. My chin raised towards the celling. Ready for the sudden outbursts.

My older brother pulls me in for a hug,protecting me from our father who is screaming his last vessel at me "let her go!" he yells at my brother, i feel his muscles tighten around me, my body trembling to just collapse onto the ground. "I got you" my brother mumbles. Nodding my head he shifts us towards his room

"Let her voice I'm not done talking to her!"
"Shut the fuck up dad!!" My brother yells, his voice so loud and deadly, the whole house was silent, all you could hear were the birds chirping the sounds of spit being swallowed. Heart beats we're racing. My brother was always calm and collective. Very serene. But today he was channeling off the feelings I've dealt with for a while.

"Dad, you're acting like a real fucking ass, I don't even know if I should consider you as a dad, you've turn into someone I don't even know, you're marrying someone that doesn't respect your kids, or your deceased wife, out mother dad! This is her house!! And you're going to let her live here and change things around to her liking?!" I grab onto my brother for support, feeling super lightheaded my nose drips in crimson liquid, staining my teeth. "Nomi?!" He yells holding my head and shaking me slightly, I can't see anything, I can't breathe. Everything feels so hollow, so caved in. My throat felt so clogged and filled to the brim with liquid. I felt like I was drowning "call 911!!" I hear someone yell through my blocked ears.

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Seokjin's pov

Writing the last page of my essay I lay back on my chair hearing each and every bone in my spine crack into shatters. Procrastination isn't usually what I'm used to be this week I felt it was needed.
"Hey jin!" Jungkook waves at me, waving back I move my bag for him to sit next to me, followed by the boys.

"What you've been up to? Still writing that book you told us about?" Namjoon smiles
"No,it's on pause right now, I don't have much to write about" I grab a couple of Jungkook's fries
"Can't wait to read it when it's finish" Jimin comments, smiling I nod my head, they're so supportive of my journey to bettering myself. And they are one of the reasons I am better. Growing up my life wasn't the smoothest, but it wasn't the rockiest either, I had mixtures.

So in certain grey areas, I wish were a bit brighter, but we can't choose how we get hurt in this world, but we can change how we deal with it. yoongi wraps his arm around my shoulder "you'll get through it and we're here to help you through it all"

"yeah no matter what it is" Jimin beams, moving his hair out of his face.

"thank you guys" I grin, clicking my pen I stuff it in between my notebook. looking at my watch it was time for my literture class. i wanted to be a music majory like these crazy nuts, but becoming a writer/novelist called me more. i mean dont get me wrong id love to be a singer as well, because i can still write music too, but i just feel books get the message across in a way you set back and reflect right after you read it. and somethimes the message isn't ambiguous.

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Nomi pov

Rushing up the stairs for my literature class, holy shit I'm going to be late. All for a commotion that took place. Not only am I late for this class I was late for my doctors appointment, I got checked out for passing out today as well. Shit. My body isn't holding up well today. Not paying attention I bump into everyone yelling excuse me and I'm sorry along the way. Juggling the door knob I walk into class barely breathing. My friend smiling at me softly. "Oh nomi you're here, sadly you're twenty minutes late, I'll have to tell you to leave" she stings

"No,excuse me professor I was at a doctors appointment" I slide the note on her table, then I pull up my sleeves showing her the bandaids across my arms. She gives me a face of disapproval. Why would I lie? What reason do I have for lying.

"okay sit down" , saying a soft thank you I sit down next to my friend feeling the weight off my shoulders dissolving.
"Hey, how did your appointment go?"

Sighing I pull out my binder "besides the fact I was stuck with needles, i would say it went along great"
"Sheesh, I'm sorry you have to go through that, but at least you're healthy right?"
"Correct" opening the book we were supposed to read together, I grab my highlighter and stuff to take notes in.

The book we're reading is: Mother Mother by Koren Zailckas

In many ways I can relate, my dad has also turned into a controlling, manipulative manic father. I know this book is mainly about the mother, but it's way too accurate for me it relates to my good for nothing father. Instead of my oldest leaving and he becomes controlling, my mother dies and he only attacks me. I didn't notice I snapped a pen in half spilling all of the ink in the palm of my hands until my friend shakes my shoulder. "Nomi?!" He whispers, I pan my eyes at him then looking at my hand along with the desk full of ink. My eyes widen grabbing the napkins out of his hands attempting to clean the ink up, it still leaves a stain on my hands, making me look like a murder.

God why did it have to be red ink?

After class I went to the bathroom to wash my hands but nevertheless it didn't come off, looking my friend in the eyes with disappointment "no use I lost the fight to red ink"

"Welp, now you're finally your favorite fruit!!" I laugh throwing my arms around his shoulder "the strawberry in you is screaming" he continues to joke, as we're walking towards the cafeteria I see the same guy I ran into a couple of months ago, getting bullied by someone. We still do this in college? That's fucking crazy. Leaving my friend I push through people towards him. Pushing the guy off him I stand in front of him.

"Do we have a problem?" I ask him, followed by a chuckle his tongue imprinted on his cheeks "listen girl you need to move and mind ya business"
"Or else what? You'll hit a girl huh?"
"I ain't going to hit you just yet"
"Try it then" I squint my eyes, I feel the boy behind my grab my wrist, I look back at him his eyes were shining in fear "you don't have too, it's not worth it"

"No! This isn't okay for a grown ass man to still be bullying you that miserable in your life you still carry that all the way to college?! Ain't nobody give you love in your life?" I scream at him, not carrying who was looking, cause quite frankly I don't give a damn, I'm tired of pushovers. I'm such of narcissistic people.

The guy goes the push me but I elbow him in the stomach then chop him in throat, kneeing him right in the ball I watch him fall onto the floor, I frown looking down at him, "so who are you going to fuck up?" I ask cockily "if I hear you're messing with him again, i'll break your arm you use to jack off you fucking skunk" I grab the guy's wrist pulling him towards my friend.

"C'mon hangout with us! Well unless you have to meet up with your friends then I don't wanna intrude, by the way my name is nomi" I smile turning around to shake his hand, his eyes went from a thousand different emotions to one he was satisfied with "my name is Jin, and no actually they're still in their classes, I was on my way to the library I have nothing to do right now"

"Great! Are you hungry I'm paying!!" I link my arms around his at least attempt, he's a little taller than me I smile looking up at him
"Oh no no it's okay I'll pay for it"
"Ahhh c'mon let me be the guy in this relationship" I joke he scrunches his nose followed by a nod, "goodie!!, Jin meet my friend Brandon" Brandon shakes his hands then looks at me with judgmental eyes

"Nomi what if he would've hit you?!" Brandon yells at me in concern I smirk pushing him to the side to look at the menu today. "Easy I would've just beat his ass" I reply nonchalantly walking you the cashier I ask for three bowls of ramen "hey do you guys want any sweets?" I grab two mochi's fit myself as they each grab one of their decided flavors.

Walking to an empty table, I crack my chopsticks apart and begin eating "nomi?" Brandon questions, looking up at him in confusion I nod my head "I think that guy you beat up was Jayden" at that sudden name I drop my chopsticks running my fingers through my now messy mane. Jayden huh? So he's here as well, what a small world.

"Hm, that's cute" I pretend, I want to act like I'm over the trauma but I'm not, it's stuck with me for a while. But I should be over it. I shouldn't be lingering onto it. This shit happened years ago.

"Nomi? It's okay if you're still haunted by it, I mean who wouldn't you know? He's your—"
"Brandon?" I ask very darkly "do not finish that sentence, I am completely fine, and I'm over it, I promise so don't worry" I smile at the end "it's not like we'll cross paths again"

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Seokjin's pov

I look at her sudden state and just know she's showing a facade, but she is strong at the same time, not letting her weaknesses control her, or let a toxic human control her wellbeing like a puppet, she has brute force to fight back.

"Guys don't worry about me" she pushes, "if you do you'll have wrinkles on your forehead!" She jokes, letting out a sly smile I dig back into my mochi. She's an intriguing woman. I hear my name being called from a distance, I turn around seeing jungkook running ahead of them. Jungkook gets close to me and wraps his arms around my shoulder. "So what have you been up too?"

"Nothing, just eating how was class?" I ask trying to avert the conversation, I really don't want to explain the situation.
"It was good,I finally understand guitar strings now, it took me so long to learn it" jungkook then looks at Nomi and Brandon smiling. "Excuse my rudeness, hi my name is jungkook!" He sticks his hand out to her

"Nomi" she smiles, meeting my friends one by one, nomi instantly clicks with jungkook and Taehyung by her brashly and energetic. Those two are definitely going to be bestfriends. my mind is but off by the piece of ice flying past my eyes, frowning and pulling out my lower lip. "Oh? You have sniper type aim!" Jungkook yells

"I'm just good like that kid" nomi laughs at him.

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Nomi pov

Unlocking the door to my house, I see a bunch clothes by the front door in bags, shoes strolled everywhere. "What is this?" I ask to my pacing "father" his eyes stare into mine, scoffing he places his hands on his hips.

"You're moving out of here"

💌 author's note ꒱
The heat is a blazing, can y'all believe this man? Actually can you believe his "wife" , they're both annoying as hell, but how do y'all feel about this chapter? I'm back buttercups! Is there anything I could do better? Or what you'd like to see? Let me know in the comments, I love you all dearly.

: ̗̀➛ A picture is worth one million words but music touches a billon hearts.