"ANY CONCEPT OF ONE PERSON BEING SUPERIOR TO ANOTHER CAN LEAD TO RACISM."
- Walter Lang

MI-YOUNG PARK FELT LIKE A NEW PERSON.

Her hair was no longer the silky obsidian poker-straight hair.

Honeyed ombré streaked with red and butterscotch hues consumed her scalp, leaving behind a layered, messy, amateur mix of brown, black, and blonde strands tangled together into one.

Liquid sunshine curls permed into perfect twists flowed down her back consuming what once was molten onyx straight flowing strands.

Rosy-tinged, snowy skin was now coated a honey dew, caramel and graced her face and body, taking her over.

No longer was she the same girl who feared for saving her pale complexion.

That girl was long gone.

Desperately trying to fit in, Mi-young was the epitome of any other girl she admired.

Blonde, tan, and fake.

But, she was finally happy, for now.

~•~

He never felt more alive than he did at this very moment.

Asking the math teacher to go to the bathroom only to never return was the best decision he ever made.

Who could Jimin thank for this great idea?

Kim Taehyung, that's who.

The pair ditched school after less than half the day just to go to Taehyung's house and play video games.

Is this really worth it?

Jimin constantly had doubts in his mind and feared that his mother would find out about his reckless behavior, but Taehyung was there to comfort him.

"Don't be a momma's boy, Park. You're not going to die after skipping a few classes. Man up and stop being such a pussy."

Well that certainly made Jimin feel better about the whole fiasco.

If my mom is okay with Mi-young killing her hair and burning her skin, then I'm sure she's fine with me taking a day off. Yeah, just a day off. It ain't a big deal.

While the two were playing video games in Taehyung's living room, there was a sudden knock at the door.

Taehyung's classic devilish smirk graced his face.

"Our guests have arrived."

"Guests?"

Taehyung sauntered towards the door, revealing two other boys Jimin didn't recognize.

One of the unrecognizable boys, who was carrying a brown paper bag, greeted Jimin fairly nice, at least in Jimin's opinion.

"Sup."

"H-hey."

"You drink?"

"Drink? Well yeah don't we all drink? We do need water to survive after all."

"Wow, you consider this like water? Damn, we're going to get along real well."

Whaa—???

If only someone told Jimin that those weren't the type of drinks they had in mind.

"We're having some fun tonight, boys."

Taehyung couldn't help but smirk at a naive, confused Jimin, who was hesitantly nodding his head.

This marked the first of many toxic days for Jimin.

~•~

A/N: I'm a snatched sister (yes I do watch and love James Charles bye).

But before I get to why I'm a snatched sister, let me just say that I wrote this in deadass 1.5 hours and didn't read this over much?? So please don't kill me for this being short and bad. I'm such a fake hoe, I know.

I wasn't going to update today, but I decided I should because I really needed to talk about something.

MY QUEENS HAVE RETURNED.

My pussy is quaking holy fuck.

I know that some people were actually disappointed by their comeback and all but I'm like—

Their music video was so dope and fire and they all looked good as hell like wtf are they even human??

I'm a snatched sister.

While I do love DDU-DU DDU-DU, I gotta admit that I love Forever Young more but like all their songs on their Square Up mini album are all bops and JFKSJDJ JISOO'S SINGING AND LISA'S RAP SLAYING—

Okay, that's all I have to say lmao.

I hope y'all are doing great, I love you❤️

oH aNd tHanK yOu fOr 17K rEaDs HDJSJDJ WE LOVE A SNATCHED SISTER PT. 2