Minho's Muse- Lee Min Ho

C2-"This is so K-drama cliché".

Chapter 2: “This is so K-drama cliché”.

“What is he doing here?” I asked hal-abeoji “Mira’ke calm down he’s here to give necessary information.” Hal-abeoji replied fixing his glasses. I sat down reluctantly and waited.

“Miraenda , (it’s the accent is pronounced me-rain-da) it’s been a long time since I saw you…but I’m here to discuss your schooling, housing and finance , Hal-abeoji , Eomma and I have decide to enroll at WangSinbun High school for your last year, the school is a boarding school where all provisions are met and extra needs are welcomed;

Every semester you’ll come home ( Hal-abeoji’s Mansion) for a 2 week break. We’ve also decided to reward you with a new car, and a complete wardrobe makeover and 450 million won ( 450,000) in your bank account for the school year.

” Appa talked taking short breaths in between. “joh-a naega ihae ( Okay I understand.)  I replied bored. They did this every school year to make me” happy” I just sighed and rolled my eyes.

“Also your mother and I have decided to get back together despite our differences; we just never stopped loving each other. He said with his with his eyes clouding with affection. “I under—“ I wanted to say but I shot up from my chair in realization.

“Chincha ?!” I practically screamed. Hal-abeoji just laughed at me as i pulled my father into a big bear hug.

You see my parents were divorced for 5 years. And it really affected me ever since then I’ve lost all hope in falling in love. But hearing that they were getting back to together brought a token of believe in true love again.

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“Madame Miraenda” a soft voice cajoled me from my sleep. “Huh?” I replied unsure of my surroundings. “Your mother is waiting for you downstairs for breakfast. Pleases get dressed for school.” One of the maids beckoned.

I sprinted out of my soft duvet and into the shower. I allowed the warm water to stream down my back to soothe my cramped joints. I lathered the vanilla brown sugar body scrub and began to bathe…

After my shower I pulled the dreadful school uniform out of the closet; wore it and brushed my silky hair. I sat in my vanity and started to apply minimal eyeliner and lip-gloss. I fastened my jacket put on my black and gold loafers and raced down the stairs.

“Eomma!” I shouted in awe. I wrapped my arms around my mother’s petite body and sniffed her cotton sweater. “mm-mm eomma what perfume is this?” I asked. “La’ belle Pirie” by SKM she replied stroking my back lovingly.

She pulled out of my grasp and waved her left hand in my face. Mira look your father proposed to me again!.” I smiled and kissed her cheek. “I know Eomma! I’m so excited I can’t wait for the wedding.” I spoke grabbing a strawberry crepe off the pattern plate on the table.

“I’ll you more about it when you get back from school.” She told me leaning in to kiss my forehead. I took my favorite PRADA book back off the hook and yelled loud even for everyone in the house to hear “BYE, BYE SEE AT 4:30!” they all covered their ears and sent me a playful glare. (Author’s Clarification: I know I said that she’s going to a boarding school. But today isn’t the day she’s going to dorm it’s tomorrow.)

I laughed sheepishly..

…WangSinbun High school… 8:30

As soon as I stepped into the prestigious Wangsinbun I could practically smell the wealth bouncing off the crème walls. I clutched my bag closer to my body and began walking to the General Office for my daily schedule.

“Anneyong! I’m Miranda Kim Joo.” I spoke to the lady at the front desk. She just smiled and passed me a folder with all the information I’ll need for the school year. I bowed in respect and exited out of the office.

I opened up the folder and grabbed my schedule to head off to my first class… “AP English 101” I read out loud. I frowned in confusion; I already took AP English… and AP English 102 and 103. They probably gave me the wrong schedule. I continued to the class anyway. I’ll fix it later I said to myself.

I gently knocked on the shiny mahogany door; the door yanked open and a male teacher stood furious. “Why are you tardy.” He questioned with a scowl; “I’m new here so it took me a while to find your room.” I replied bowing in respect.

He just opened the door well even for me to get in. so I took that chance and slipped in…

“Introduce yourself new student” the teacher said stopping me in my tracks I backed up to the front of the class and introduced myself politely

“Anneyong My name is Miranda Kim Joo I’m 17 turning 18 in 3 weeks. I was born in Jumeirah Beach Residence, Dubai but my parents are Korean.”  

“Are you Indian? A voice asked. My head snapped up in annoyance…”Just because I was born in Dubai doesn’t mean I’m Indian you know. I have an American Name doesn’t mean I’m American.” I retorted as I sat next to a boy who was sleeping.

The teacher carried on with the class as he explained rites of passage in the 21st century. My eyes were drooping in boredom; I already learned this topic 2 years ago in England. Next thing I know someone is nudging me awake. My head lifted up slowly as I glanced around.

“Miss Joo. It’s your first day at you’re already sleeping!?’The teacher yelled whose name I found out was Mr. Joong. Why don’t you come up here and teach the class all about rites of passage and what they are since you know so much for you to sleep.” He spat glaring at me;

I shrugged my shoulders and got up. My classmates gasped and pointed at my boldness. Even Mr. Joong looked shocked…  I grabbed the electric marker out his and began to explain what rites of passage were.

“A rite of passage is a ceremony and marks the transition from one phase of life to another. Although it is often used to describe the tumultuous transition from adolescence to adulthood, it does refer to any of life’s transitions (Births and Beginnings, Initiations, Partnering’s, and Endings or Death). There are many passages in our lives if we choose to mark and celebrate them.

A journey is most concerned with initiatory rites of passage. Initiation is defined in the dictionary as, “the rites, ceremonies, ordeals or instructions with which a youth is formally invested with adult status in a community, society or sect.” We extend that definition to include rituals and ceremonies that help adults transition to new life roles along the path of adulthood – all the way into meaningful elder hood.” I said referring back to the text several times.

After I explained I walked to my seat snatched my book bag out of the chair and left the class but not before saying… “I’ve taken AP English 101,102 and 103 there’s nothing new to me.”

I strolled down the hallways looking for something to do until someone tall and lean crashed into me making me fall flat on bum. “Aish!” I said irritated.

Creamy pale hands stretched forward to help me out. And I could to think of is

“This is so K-drama cliché”.

A/N: Thanks for reading!” Sorry for the grammatical mistakes! (NOT EDITED)

-Z