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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒, her sixteenth? mi-cha seriously had lost count after the third one. she let herself be held up by the two bodies on her side, both of them also downing multiple shots as if they were to die the following morning.
mi-cha was only in paris for the weekend and had decided to meet up with some old friends for cocktails considering she was now the legal age to drink there. odette with her long red hair on her right was about to pass out and josephine with her big brown doe eyes on her left didn't seem to care about how much alcohol she had been ingesting.
"look at us drinking with a model!" odette giggled as she yelled over the music which was becoming overbearing, her red hair whacking mi-cha's cheek but the small korean girl didn't seem to mind.
josephine threw a tattooed arm over mi-cha's shoulder before pressing a kiss to the girls cheek for a few seconds "you need to visit more, ma belle" josephine and odette were both 1-2 years mi-cha's senior and had insisted they go to this bar for the night since they were both french born and knew the best spots.
mi-cha giggled well trying to keep her balance under josephine's arm, "i'm going back to dubai tomorrow, come with me" she sounded like she was pleading as she looked at the two girls on her sides, but anyone who knew mi-cha knew she didn't plead. for anything.
"i have an audition in versailles, merde" odette muttered in disdain as she flung back another shot. the waiter who had been bringing over trays of multiple intoxicants walked over empty handed with a slightly worried look.
"apologies mademoiselle, your card has been declined" his words causing mi-cha to furrow her eyebrows in confusion. the girl pulled out her purse before handing the man her own credit card and putting her black card away. the girl ignored the worried look josephine sent her before pulling out her phone and scrolling for her father's name.
the man was currently back in seoul, he owned a multi-million dollar company who scouted out upcoming models and actors/ actresses. it was partially what had gotten mi-cha into modelling, well more like forced her into it. she'd been modelling since the age of two and had made her big break by the age of seventeen after having a spread in vogue.
she held a finger up to her friends to signal she'd be no longer than a minute before walking out onto the balcony of the club, pushing through the sweaty bodies of all the tourists and french natives. it took two rings before her fathers voice cut through the phone.
"mi-cha? what's wrong?" the mans accented voice hit her ears as he spoke in korean, the girl sighed before looking over the beautiful town of paris. lights and people bustling in the streets at night looking for adventure making her feel content.
"the cards been declined. the black card?" she asked speaking back in korean knowing there was no point in trying to get her father to speak in english, he always said how it was stupid considering she was korean and they both spoke it.
"oh yes, i've cut you off" he said flatly, nothing more, no explanation. the girls eyes widened momentarily before she moved the phone closer to her ear, both hands gripping it tightly now. as if that phone being any closer would change what he'd just said. "you're spending has been crazy! me and your- your mother have decided you need to take a break" a break? funny.
"i'm an adult, you can't do that!" she was eighteen she thought to herself, recently turnt eighteen she reminded herself. she'd been travelling the world alone since she was seventeen and they only decide to worry now? great parenting she sarcastically awarded them in her head.
"you're no adult! you're eighteen. i want you to come live me, in seoul" her birth place. she'd lived there until she'd turnt fifteen, then she was whisked away to germany with her mother and step-father and hadn't returned since. not to see her father and to visit. she didn't see the point, seoul had never really been her home.
"seoul? what has eomma said about this?" the anger started building up in her, english leaving her throat before she could stop herself. her father's pained grunt was heard making the girl slightly wince before continuing in korean again "there's nothing in seoul for me, what would i even do?"
"your home is here, i'm here. you'll be returning to school being a normal kid" normal her ass, she hadn't been normal since the day she learnt to talk. "i will not argue with you any longer, you either come to seoul or return to dresden" before she could even try her father put the phone down on her.
it may have been childish of her but the girl began kicking the stone ledge in front of her which kept her from falling to her death. how dare he say she was out of control? try and control her life? she never needed anyone, she had been since the first time they made her travel to rome alone for a photoshoot at the age of twelve.
"jen-jang!" she swore loudly into the cold open before pushing her phone back into her pocket and storming back into the club. little did she know how that would be the last time for three years she'd be in paris living her life.
little did she know it'd be the last time she'd be anywhere but seoul, because once she returned she'd have too much keeping her there to leave. too many relationships which meant the world and one insanely annoying idiot who made her stomach swirl and her heart wrench. one idiot who'd let her break his heart over and over again. one idiot who'd break her heart over and over again
