"NEO. YOU ARE NO DAUGHTER OF MINE!"
"OF COURSE I'M NOT. YOU GOT ME IN AN AFFAIR!"
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?"
"I SAID, YOU GOT ME IN AN AFFAIR!"
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
"FINE! NOT LIKE I WANT TO STAY HERE ANYWAY."
I grabbed a couple sets of clothes and my important documents. Then I took out all my stashed away cash and ran out of the house.
What has she ever done for me? I work all day and earn money, but she gambles them all off. Why am I carrying the family's weight?
Thoughts drove me crazy and buckets of tears rolled down my cheeks as I squatted down at the bus stop.
Rain poured on me as I was under an old, shelterless bus stop.
Even the sky god is not on my side....
"Why are you here crying? Alone?" A familiar but annoying voice hits me.
Well, isn't he that annoying top student Park Jimin. Just what I need why I am down.
"W-Who says it's tears? It's the rain." I lied.
"You think I've never seen girls cry?" He says while stepping beside me, sheltering me with his big umbrella.
"Of course you have seen girls cry. You're the playboy type, aren't you?"
"YAH! Don't you make assumptions! I'm decent ok. If you want a playboy to insult, go find Jungkook the international playboy!" He yelled.
"Whatever." I rolled my eyes and stood up, "and I don't need your help." I put on my hood and strapped one of my bag strap on my shoulder, walking in the rain.
I could feel his eyes following me as I ran across the road. What the fuck is wrong with this pabo.
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I sat at the station benches, sighing and staring and my wet and dead phone.
I was grateful that I was smart enough to put my phone in a bag before leaving the Park Jimin guy's umbrella.
Pudong pudong
The train crashed into the station with loud chugging sounds.
I entered the train in a hurry and prayed that I brought my extra SIM card as I plugged my cable into the charging port.
I grumbled as I dug through my bag. Had I forgotten it?
"Misseu, your SIM c— you?" The stranger cut off as I put down my hood to bow and say thank you.
I stopped and put my hand on my hip while snatching the SIM card away, "Look who's here. My dear chingu Park Jimin."
He shrugged and sat down opposite my seat, "At lease you remembered my name. I should be honoured that Ice Queen knows my name."
"Why are you sitting here?" I crossed my arms.
He raised his ticket, "It's my seat."
I mumbled, "Go fuck yourself, Park Jimin."
"I heard that." He said, still staring at his notes which he just took out.
I rolled my eyes I snapped, "Not like I care."
I slammed my books on the table and started to study, occasionally glaring at Jimin when her takes my eraser.
This is kid doesn't know what does the word 'die' mean.
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"Good morning sir. Can I get you and your girlfriend some breakfast?" the cart lady says.
"Ah, we're n—" I began, but Jimin cut me off, "Yes please. Jagi, what do you want?"
I kicked him, "Who's your jagi?" Then I turned to the cart lady, "Omelette please."
She stared at me for a second before placing the plate of omelette before me.
"Ham and egg." Jimin said sweetly.
Blegh.
As the cart lady disappears to the next cabin, I threw I bigger tantrum and emptied his pencil case, "YAH! YOU PABO! YOU DID THAT PURPOSELY DIDN'T YOU?"
"Shhh people are watching..." he placed his finger on his round lips.
"Tsk." I slumped on my chair and curse at him.
"Why is your life so packed?" He puts his ham in his mouth as he asks.
"Who are you, mister?"
"I'm someone who is 1 month older than you."
"And how do you know that?"
"Oh girl, there's something called students' list."
"Fuck off bitch."
"Chill, my chingu. Have some ice cubes."
He pops a whole block of ice down my orange juice and the juice splatters on my shirt.
"Yah!" I yelled, trying to get the juice off. I had only one full arm cover shirt and the rest where either sleeveless or t shirts which are fairly tight. Well except one.
"Stop being drama. I'm pretty sure you have something there." Jimin points at my overflowing bag.
I grumbled and rushed to the toilet with my bag.
I spread out the oversized sweater and read the words 'Go Away'. I wanted to save this for tomorrow, but what choice do I have?
I put on the oversized sweater and walked back to my seat.
Jimin stares at me for a while before going back to his notes as I tie a loose bun on my head.
He's too weird what the fuck.
<———{{
I looked at my phone with the old SIM card one last time, 84 miss calls from Eomma.
She's probably dying without me working. Meh. I don't care.
But I could feel this little spike of pain in my heart. The pain that tells me to go back to my eomma.
I shook it off and installed the new SIM card. I sighed deeply, looking at the new and strange number.
Jimin swooped my phone away and keyed in his number while saving mine.
"Tsk. Give it back!" I snatched it back and looked at the contacts name.
Hottie from Class 1
Pfft. Hottie? More like asshole. I don't know why, I didn't feel like changing so I left it to be.
"Narcissist." I mumbled.
"You're really bad at mumbling. I can hear exactly what you are saying."
"So?"
"So I have skills."
"Bwoh? Ugh." I rolled my eyes for the 37388281991th time and banged my head on the table.
Why am I stuck with him everywhere I go? Can't he just disappear to a deserted place?
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any other friend rivalry :)
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