Boys Over Freedom // BTS FF

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(You Can Excuse Any Extra I Just Mean The Clothes)

Using makeup to cover his work became an art for me. I hate wearing it but I have to. After both of us were finished getting ready we left. The car rides are always quiet, I have nothing I want to say to him and he better not speak to me. About 30 minutes later we arrived at a shopping mall. Before I got out the car he came to grab my hand and got really close to my face

"What are you doing Hyojoon?" I was obviously annoyed by him

"Hey I don't know where this attitude came from but drop it. Don't cause a scene in here ok?"

"I don't have an attitude Hyojoon"

"Hyojoon?"

"That's your name right? Can we go inside now? It's cold out here"

He grabbed my arm and put his arm on my neck "I'm in a good mood so act right"

"We're in public children could be out here" I said with as serious expression making him drop his arm.

Kids should never witness something like it could be traumatic even just watching it. I may seem kind of mean but I'm not I care deeply about a lot of things and I actually happen to be very sensitive when it comes to my feelings. There's just something about him that makes me this way. He grabbed my hand and pulled me along with him into the store. Once again leading me to expensive stores trying to spend his money on me just to make me happy knowing it never works.

"You should get new shoes your foot may grow out of the old ones" he said while looking for shoes to buy me.

"It's fine I can still fit the other ones"

"No you should get new ones. Come. I like these"

I dragged myself over to him and looked at the shoes. They were a pair of orange vans. I hated orange and they weren't even my size yet he bought them anyway. After that he dragged me to another store to "buy me clothes". I don't have clothes. A few nice outfits that are stashed away because I never wear them but the others are either torn up, thrown away or probably covered in my blood right now. He makes me wear his clothes because it satisfies him in some weird way.

"Pick out some clothes you like" he said while doing the same. "Remember the size"

"Why can't I ever get my own" I responded to him.

"Pick out some clothes you like" He repeated, making me angry.

"Whatever Hyojoon" I rolled my eyes.

"Hey" he glared at me.

I didn't pick my head up I just stuck to picking his clothes. I made sure everything was baggy on me and got sizes bigger than mine. He hates when his clothes are too small so they have to be bigger than me. We didn't spend much time there just an hour or so. Today he actually bought food for once then took me to the house but I felt something change as we made it back there. Something made the room feel awkward and I couldn't shake the feeling. Doing the best I could, I just let it go and went to start sorting the clothes

While sorting the clothes I heard his heavy footsteps coming into the room and braced myself for his bitchy whining about something his delusional mind told him that I did

"Can it wait I'm trying to sort clothes and if I don't finish now I'll be up all night with it"

As soon his footsteps silenced I felt his presence behind me. Before I could speak again he turned me around and hit me