I am five years old. My mother just told me to go fetch a sweater because an adult man would be coming over soon, and I need to cover up.
I am seven years old. A boy wouldn’t stop chasing me on the playground and throwing rocks at me. I’m upset. My best friend says it’s because he likes me and she told me boys are mean to girls they like.
I am ten years old. We just had our first health class in school. The teachers were trying to educate us on sexual assault. After class, my friends told me to scream fire instead of rape if I’m ever being attacked, because no one will come if they hear the word rape being screamed.
I am twelve years old. I just got my first period. A pad fell out of my book bag at school and everyone started laughing. Apparently, periods aren’t normal and they should be hidden at all costs.
I am fifteen years old. I’m in the office crying because a boy I don’t know kept following me down the hallway and grabbing my ass even after I told him to stop. The administrator scolds me.
“maybe you shouldn’t be wearing leggings if you don’t want that kind of attention”
she sends me home with a dress code violation. She marked the “distracting” box.
I am seventeen years old. I’ve just been slapped because a boy got angry with me after I wouldn’t let him put his hands down my pants. Apparently, I led him on by letting him copy my math assignment.
I am twenty-one years old. My best friend has bought me special nail polish to wear to the bar. She says it changes color if it’s dipped in a drink that has a date rape drug in it.
I am twenty-three years old. I’m reading this to the first class I will ever teach. A student raises her hand and says, “no offense, but doesn’t this stuff happen to every girl?”
So yes, I am a feminist. And when you ask me why, I will read this to you. Again, and again, and again.
You looked at your phone screen, reading the messages over and over again. Why was he making everything harder for you?
Throwing your phone on the sofa, you leaned your head against the wall and closed your eyes, thinking about what had happened just a while ago.
↳ One hour ago
“Jungkook, I saw the way you look at a girl when you like her or when you’re in love with her. You don’t look at me like that..”
Holding your hand up, you stopped him before he could say anything. “You don’t have to say anything, Jungkook. Just, please, go home and stop making this harder for the both of us. I’m sure that as time goes by, you’ll forget me, believe me. Little by little, you’ll stop remembering me. It won’t be as difficult as you think it will be.”
Suddenly, Jungkook’s eyes darkened and he grabbed your shoulders and pressed your body against his, faces inches away from each other. “Damn it, Y/N! Stop interrupting me and listen to me! I like you! I don’t know how it happened or when it happened but it happened!”
“No, you don’t like me, Jungkook. You like the times when we spend time together, laugh together, have fun together or cry together. That’s it. I was always your distraction whenever she wasn’t there for you. I was always there for you whenever you needed a shoulder to cry on. But I’m tired, Jungkook. I can’t pretend to be happy anymore..”
You watched how Jungkook huffed loudly while he went his fingers trough his hair. “Y/N, why can’t you just believe me?! What should I do to make you believe me?!”
“You can’t make-”
Before you could end your sentence, Jungkook leaned forward and connected his lips with yours. Wrapping one arm around your body, he placed the other hand on your neck, pressing your head harshly against his.
When he realized that you weren’t reacting or responding to his kiss, he leaned back and placed his forehead against your shoulder. His whole body started shaking the moment he started talking in between his sobs. “Do you believe me now? Y/N, I don’t want to lose you, please.. Don’t leave me without you, I’m begging you. Tell me, what can I do to make you believe me?”
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “Just answer one question.”
When Jungkook heard those words, his head shot up immediately, his whole body filling with hope, looking at you with expecting and sparkling eyes.
Leaning forward, you reached for his back pocket and put your hand in it, grabbing the sparkling necklace that broke your heart whenever you saw it. Bringing the necklace in front of his eyes with your trembling hands, you asked him with a shaky voice.
“Why do you still carry her necklace with you even though you say you like me?”
☆ summary → When the nation’s little sister,
IU, gets into a huge scandal, your agency seizes the opportunity to thrust you
into that now vacant spotlight. Your self-composed song Paper Doll becomes an overnight sensation, and soon people
are itching to find out who was the one who broke your heart. All hell breaks
loose once netizens discover that you used to date popular idol, Jeon Jungkook.
Little do they know that it wasn’t him who left the relationship unscathed –
it was you.
↳ alternatively: a story on the consequences of a hit
☆ a/n → i haven’t even been on tumblr for a week and askdjjj I
can’t believe how many people liked pt. i – also, I know absolutely
nothing about songwriting or music theory, or anything really, so this is me
bullshitting my way through 4k words that i haven’t proofread
You associated every song of yours to a specific time
The whimsical cluster chords that opened up Blue Afternoon made you think of the view from your window last
spring. Looking down on the busy streets of Seoul from your flat, a crowding of
umbrellas had danced to the sound of heavy rain, and you had been immediately
struck with a melody line.
That was your favorite part of songwriting – that moment when you finally had something, after having absolutely
Ironically enough, out of all the songs on your album,
you disliked Paper Doll the most.
Even before it had been propelled to the top of the
music charts, the song had never been a favorite. The melody line was catchy
but predictable, with the most common chord progressions and an overproduced
chorus. The people reviewing your songs during the album production had
all loved it, however, and they had adamantly decided to push it as a title
It was amusing how people presumed the song described
a devastating heartbreak between you and your first love. They weren’t exactly wrong, but their interpretation was completely off.
Still, you weren’t stupid enough to disapprove their theories. If they wanted to
believe that your first boyfriend was a heartless playboy, then that wasn’t
At least you had never thought it would have to be a
❝as long as you don’t give up on yoongi, he won’t give up on you. ►1832 words // scenario ⓒ scan credit
Yoongi finds himself waking up to the noises in bed than the ones outside of the apartment. The night hasn’t even had the chance to die out yet, still basking in the sky with darkness and it makes the moon glow twice as bright with the stars scattered like glitter for such a beautiful masterpiece but… Yoongi can’t appreciate that now.
He turns his head to his side, cheek pressed to the pillow as his eyes stare at the back of your head. His thoughts are formulating past the haze of coming to wake, blinking past sleepiness and pushing down his needs of catching up on rest to focus on how you refuse to look at him. Remaining unmoving and with staggered breathing, Yoongi uses his voice and calls out for you. It sounds weird, almost foreign because he would’ve never expected to speak at this hour but with the blaring numbers of 3:21 blinking by the side, it’s a reminder he’s awake and yes, his mouth works.
Your name is being dissolved into the air and rattling gently against your eardrums. From one call after another, growing louder in desperation and falling pin drop quiet in the next, it makes your body flinch when cold fingertips slide underneath your nightshirt and over your hipbones.
Request: could you do a imagine where the reader is a new student and
try’s to find a class instead of finding it she gets lost and goes in to the
gymnasium where she finds Zach(or Jeff) crying because his girlfriend
broke up with them and she tries to comfort him and they end up together.
I can do a part two if you like it and want me to continue. I ended up going with Jeff since I have a lot of Zach imagines right now.
Not Okay- Jeff
Being the new student was never easy. Being the new student
at a big ass school was even harder. It was the third class of your second day;
which also meant that would be the third class of the day you’d be late to. You
walked down another hall pretty sure you were just walking in circles.
Theoretically room 108 should be between 107 and 109 but apparently that wasn’t
how this school rolls. Thinking you finally found the room you opened the
cracked open door to see a large gymnasium with most of the lights off;
completely empty other than one student sitting on the bleachers.
“Hey can you help,” you stopped when you realized the guy’s
eyes were puffy and he was wiping away his tears, “are you okay? Actually that’s
a really stupid question you’re obviously not okay. Do you want to talk?”
He nodded and you sat next to him on the bleachers
completely abandoning the idea of going to class.
“I’m Y/N, any particular reason you’re sitting in the dark
gym by yourself? Because that’s setting off many red flags in my mind right
now.” You joked hoping to calm him down.
“I’m Jeff,” He started pausing to regain his composure, you
tried not to notice that he was really attractive, “and this is my Tuesday
ritual. You know cry my eyes out in the gym, scare the new girl, it’s really
fun you should try it.”
You laughed and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, “Look
I may be a stranger and if you don’t want to talk about it that’s cool but I’ve
been told I’m a great listener.”
“My girlfriend, well ex-girlfriend now, cheated on me.” He
admitted casting his eyes downward. You took a moment to gather your thoughts.
Most of them consisted of wondering how a girl could cheat on someone as
beautiful as him, and as much as you hated the insensitivity of it you were
also considering the fact that he was very single.
“Well for one that girl is insanely stupid because I’ve
known you for like two minutes and I already know that you are an incredibly
sweet guy. I know this is the most useless piece of advice ever, but you can’t
let some girl who doesn’t even realize how amazing you are get to you.” You
rambled completely unsure of how to help. All you knew was that you needed to
find the right words, because he deserved reassurance.
“I know you’re right. I just don’t know how to just ignore
her. I don’t know how to not let her get to me.” He admitted.
“Let’s skip,” you responded without thinking, “get out of
here and do something fun. You need a distraction.”
“Isn’t it like your second day? You shouldn’t miss it.” He
said sniffling slightly.
“I got the gist of it yesterday. It’s not like it’s my first
day. C’mon we’re going anywhere but here.” You told him and stood up offering
your hand to him which he took gratefully.