Mimi
"Where were you all day?" my mother asks with her signature disappointing and angry face, I place down my backpack and take a seat on the couch.
"Why are you not answering?" she asks and I throw my head back. She stands right in front of me with her crossed arms, angry glare. I sigh. I don't want to talk right now.
"What's all of this?" She asks as she takes the parcel in her hand and about to open it, however, I'm fast enough to snatch them from her. She would ask me a bunch of questions about the magazines and I'm too exhausted to face them right now.
"Something important for my next project." I reply quickly and head towards my bedroom. I change my clothes with my comfortable pajama set and sit on the chair, turning on the PC as I have some pending projects to do.
I hear a click sound and I know it's my mother. Thanks to the Almighty that I wasn't checking the magazines.
"Come with me, you need to eat. You skipped your breakfast this morning.” My mother says as she places her palm above my head, massaging my scalp gently and I sigh.
"I'm not hungry, ma, besides I ate my meal already." I make a lie again, I'm not in a mood for an argument with her and hear her useful tips at all.
"I know you didn't have had any classes, Mi, you could have stayed at home and helped me with my works." she says and my jaw clenches tightly. I say nothing in return.
"Listen, Mi, what we were telling you because—”
"All of these are for my own good, I know, mom and sorry for what I did. It won't happen again. I'll be careful.” I cut her off and back to do what I was doing.
“Let's go and grab your dinner, Mi. I know you didn’t eat anything. I can understand.” She says and I sigh. All mothers have some incredible power of understanding their kids, minus the mental health issue.
“Ma, I'm not hungry.” I whine and she glares at me. “If you don't go then I'm not going to have my dinner too. Is that what you want?” She asks with her soft voice and my shoulder shrugs in defeat.
“Okay, let's go. I'll eat.” I say and get up from the chair. My mother can be so stubborn often. Like a kid.
After the dinner, I quickly enter my room to check all of the latest magazines of Kim Taehyung and start to see each and every detail of his feature, he is perfect from every angel. He's too perfect that it's itches my skin.
"Why do you hate me, Mr. Kim? Why? Do I deserve all of the hate from you?" I whisper and I feel my something wet on my cheeks. My tears are messing with my cheeks and I didn’t even notice. Wow, how stupid that I'm crying over my stupid crush who hates me. I know he's not going to answer my questions but I wish I could ask him why does he hate me so much.
It's half past two in the morning and what am I doing? Twisting myself on the bed again and again but there's no sign on sleep in my eyes. God, make me sleep, please.
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"Hey, Bri! What a surprise bestie. You've transferred to my university, Oh my God, now I can stick with you all day—" I pull her into a tight hug and she giggles. I can't believe she'll be in the New York University as she transferred her credits here.
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Fanfiction[RE-WRITING/ EDITING] ❝People say that if your tears rolling down from the right eye, then it's the tear of happiness and if the tears rolling down from the left eye then it's for sorrow ness. Then why every time I cry for my sorrow ness, my tears...
