Genre: angst, fluff Requester: tessaxnomy   ‘Wu Bìhăi was perhaps an odd mishmash of personality quirks; her short, olive-purple dyed hair and baggy tomboy clothes contrasting with her doe eyes, feminine jaw line, cute nose and rosy cheeks. It wasn’t only her appearance that was a bit like a mix-and-match. Behind the ripped skinny jeans and tank tops, Bìhăi was somewhat gentle and caring. She was a mother figure to her younger sister, Dao-ming, who was five years her junior, and protected her from everything (literally). However, unlike most teens, Dao-ming didn’t mind; she loved her sister as much as her sister loved her.’   It all sounds peachy, doesn’t it? Two sisters sticking with each other through thick and thin, always having each other’s back. Except it’s not, is it? In fact, we have a lot on our plates right now. Or should I say; I have a lot on my plate right now. Something along the lines of ‘a bunch of kids thought it’d be funny to pick on the outcast – the tomboy with no parents – and break their bike, blaming it on that weirdo and making her pay for the damages, knowing she can barely afford a roof over her head’. Yeah, those kids are wacked up. Seriously, that school has a lot of psycho kids in it.   I held onto Dao-ming’s small hand tightly as we crossed the street. Her sienna brown hair had grown a lot these last two years, in fact, it hung very neatly at her elbows. She had doe eyes like me, though unlike me, her eyelashes were long and highlighted her beady light brown eyes. I looked behind me after hearing voices that I thought sounded like those kids. I wasn’t afraid of them; after all, they were just kids to me now, though I was not much older than them. Actually, I was so cautious of them because I knew what they were capable of, and I didn’t want my dongsaeng to get hurt because of me. I looked back again, seeing those kids hanging around, smoking. I breathed a sigh of relief and quietly began to lead her away slowly. That was until a lazy cyclist swayed near us and nearly hit us, directing people’s attention to us. Just my luck. “Hey orphan!” one called out. I shook my head, telling myself to ignore them. “What do you want this time?” I gasped at my words. As they advanced closer to us, I hid my sister behind me, as to shield her from them.   “Do you want my week’s savings? Is that it?” I took out all my money, holding it out for them. “Or do you want my bag so you can sell it?” I dropped my bag to the floor. “Or perhaps, maybe you just like bullying people. Does it make you feel strong?” the words flew out of my mouth before I could process them. This isn’t like me. Usually I’d ignore it and walk away. But not today. Dao-ming whimpered in fear behind me. The kids drew their eyebrows together in confusion. My sister’s head peaked around my arm and I stopped her from coming out, afraid of what they