The Nine-tailed girl

𝒜𝓃 𝐼𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜𝒹𝓊𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 : 𝕪/𝕟

Lee y/n.

Daughter of Lee Yeon, the billionaire (I think more than that tho) and Nam Ji-ah, the successful TV producer.

One day, I am destined to get all that money, but what will I do with it?

What am I supposed to do?

Who am I?

Those questions haunted and hunted me down every single day without fail, until the day before my 16th birthday.

"Y/n!"

This ought to be good.

I thought in a sarcastic tone, as I was stopped by the most annoying voice of the most annoying person ever. Kim Hanji, which brings me back to "the most annoying person ever".

Yeah, well she is my, uh, "FRiEnD", so I have to act all nice around her when I just can't wait for the day to come when I wrestle her to the ground until she doesn't look at me without fear in her eyes. So I turned back to Hanji's absolutely disgusting, "mOSt poPUlAR" (or as I like to say, the most POOPular), monkey face with a totally fake YET real looking smile.

"Hanji! How are you? How are singing classes?" I asked the homosapien standing right in front of me, as if I couldn't care less. "They're going awesome! I just worked on a new bit of a new song which I will sing in the Talent show, or your BIRTHDAY PARTY!" she said, letting almost the whole school know that tomorrow, as in the ninth of October is my birthday. "Could you say that a BIT more louder for the ones on the International Space Station?" I accidentally said out loud, when it was what I was thinking... why does this ALWAYS happen to me?! UGH. NOW I HAVE TO THROW A BIRTHDAY PARTY FOR MY SCHOOL AND CLASSMATES, OTHERWISE NOBODY WILL SPARE ME SINCE EVERYONE KNOWS AND IS ASKING FOR A PARTY (this went on TILL DETENTION. LIKE AT LEAST SPARE ME THERE! I'M IN DETENTION FOR THINKING PURPOSES, OH MY GOD!)

So the last thing I could ever worry about till yesterday (or about 6 hours ago) was now DOMINATING MY MIND. UGHH I HATE THIS.

So my mom always comes to pick me up, and all the boys in my class just don't understand the fact that she is my MOTHER AND SHE IS MARRIED. SHE DOESN'T WANT TO DATE YOU. FVCK OFF. GOD! But this time, it was worse.

My dad came to pick me up because mom was busy, and so was grandma.

I mean, it's not like I don't like my father, no, I love him! He's literally the COOLEST dad out there (A/N: No offense to all the other dads out there like everywhere, I just wanted to emphasize on how much of a cool dad Yeon is 😊), but the thing is, if he comes to my school, OHOHOHOHO. ALL THE GIRLS WOULD FALL IN LOVE WITH THE SAME MAN WHO IS MY FATHER. And I do NOT want to see that happening, but what can you say, anxiety, depression, PTSD and life are all bitches.

So my dad came to pick me up, and just so you know, this has never happened before, okay? My mom always drives to school, even at parent-teacher conferences (where I am only complimented as to how I can balance Academics and Extra-curricular activities well) and I avoided any contact with any of my classmates because, well, how do i put this...

They're absolute idiots.

And so, today, I. Am. Doomed. And y'all know it but can't do anything.

So, where was I? Oh yeah! Good looking dad, a white Volvo, a class of idiots, and a doomed daughter.

Hanji and her group of wannabes walked me over to the road in front of the school. I told them they didn't need to do that, but they "INSISTED" on doing it. Give me a baseball bat, and Kim Hanji would be found either incapacitated or dead in the girl's bathroom along with her wannabes.

"Oh. My. GOD! Your dad is the one, the only, the dreamy, handsome, LEE YEON?! OH MY GOD!!" Hanji squealed at the top of her lungs as a mob of high school students surrounded me asking questions about my dad and I tried to ignore them but then, oh lord, I heard Hanji ask me, "CAN I DATE YOUR DAD!?" and that. was. it. I had enough, so in turn of their stoopid, annoying questions at which my dad looked with pity and a smirk on his face (don't know what that meant tho) I shouted at the top of my voice, "SHUT UP AND GET BACK TO YOUR OWN LIVES YOU FREE PEOPLE, MY LIFE ISN'T A SITCOM OR A STAND UP COMEDY FOR YOU TO WATCH, DO YOU HEAR ME!" I stormed over to my dad with tears in my eyes because I was the reason behind all of this. I was the one who wanted to be friends with Hanji at the start, I was the one who told them that my dad was coming to pick me up today; I'm the one to blame.

I sat in the Volvo as I sniffled every 5 five seconds or so, and my dad noticed. "Yah, ramen, what's wrong?" My dad calls me ramen because the first time I drew a bowl of ramen it looked cute to him so he started calling me 'ramen' and it's nice. "Nothing appa, nothing." I said as I sniffled between between the two phrases. "Let me guess... um, who could make you soo sad and angry on a school day while leaving school, hmm.... aha! Was it, da-da-da-da, Hanji?" he said as he looked at me at a red light stop(that was one long red light tho). "Bingo." I said as I pointed a finger gun with my left hand at him. We have more of a best friend relationship than a father-daughter relationship, so I can share a bit more than eomma with him.

"Here you go. I got you an iced americano~ I know you like it~" he said holding up a cup of iced americano with his right hand and driving with his left. "Dad, you like iced americano... oh fvck it so do I." I said as I took the iced americano from his hand. It made my mood a bit better to stay shut and not cry until I reached home.

Eomma took a day off today, tomorrow, day after, the day after day after, the day after the day after the day after-BASICALLY, she took the week off. She always does that on my birthday week. And if my birthday is on a Sunday, she takes 2 weeks off just for me and appa (altho I sometimes call him 'bestie' behind eomma's back oop but I'm pretty sure she knows...😋)

I went home, ate my salad (with sweet onion dressing; I like it a lot thank you very much) and walked up to my room just so I could lock my door, put my phone on charging while I listen to music on it with headphones, and blast "Save Your Tears (Remix)" at full volume to block out the world's annoying noises and try to hold back my tears as I think to myself,

Life fvcking sucks.