No one was at home. And I didn't even know: should I be happy or expect some unpleasant surprise? It looked like mom’s things were really bad at work since she's late. I sighed with a kind of relief and went up to my room. Out of habit, I looked back at the door of my parents' room - for some time now, I prefer to plug my ears with my hands when I walk by.
One day three years ago, I woke up because of the noise in the next room. I couldn't understand what was happening for a long time because I just couldn’t get away from sleep (as always, I dreamed of some utter nonsense, but I still couldn't understand that I was already awake). Then, I decided to go out and see what they have there. They rarely quarrel, so I was surprised that they were shouting at each other and that dad still could not stand it (I was hoping they were fighting because of my mother’s attitude towards me).
The door to the parents' room was slightly open, and I managed to see Dad walking toward and backward in the twilight and nervously listening to Mom. I noticed that he tightly clenched his jaw - he was mad. I couldn't see mom, but I could imagine what state she was in: she was standing calmly and was not showing how much everything was annoying her. I could tell by her voice that she was tired of it all.
"You promised to keep your nose out."
"And you didn't say that you would oppress her!" dad froze. His whole figure was tense, and I felt uneasy.
“Stop it,” Mom said in a calm tone. "We agreed: I will give birth to this child, and then you do not meddle in her upbringing. Remember that? That's all."
I heard her steps towards the door and dad's screams after her. I understood that I could be caught, and I flew to my room at the speed of light. What I heard enough to understand: the only dad wanted a child.
Now I already perfectly understand that children were never included in my mother's plans. I was born by some kind of contract and nothing more. I would rather not really know that because the truth is an unpleasant thing. Jongin says it's better to be aware of the reasons for this attitude towards me than to suffer and try to save the situation. Since then, I just do what I have to and keep quiet. All my efforts to win mom's approval and get a smile, and not a slap in the face at least once, are doomed to failure. And I'm afraid of my parents' bedroom because I don't want to know anything else. I'm over it.
I can finally take a shower in my room, change into my pajamas, sort out notes, and dive under the covers. Today is not coming out of my head because of my mother's behavior and Jongin's new friend. Unfortunately, Chanyeol occupies much more of my mind. He acts as if he is sure that we will meet again. Stupid. Even if we meet, we will not communicate with him. Because I'm scared and because my mother will pull the skin off me.
During the short conversation that took place in the studio, I manage to understand: Chanyeol has some unique magnetic aura. Despite his repulsive appearance and no less terrible behavior, he is attractive. But not so much that I can allow myself to give him hope for further communication.
I am still thinking about his smile and voice. One has only to scroll through all the events of today in my head as I start to shake. I got nervous.
“Well, we will see.”
“See you again, thorn!”
I sighed, closing my eyes tightly. Just two phrases, but I shiver as if the room temperature is freezing. Chanyeol gives a strange impression: he looks like an ordinary bad boy, to whom his parents do not pay enough attention, but at the same time he has a car, and not some cheap or old, but a new model - I can clearly see it. How? I don't think he has a job or anything else. He seems too frivolous.
