My Story (Ongoing) BTS Fanfic Mafia

Chapter 1 | Curdled Milk

Everything began so long ago. Probably even before I was born but here's the thing, I wasn't born then so it ain't my story to tell. What I will tell you is my story and here's how it begins.

Sasha - 6 year old

Oma was sleeping. I quietly tiptoed back to the bathroom and saw that my 3-year-old brother, Yuri was still sleeping in the bathtub. I didn't want to bother him so I quietly laid down beside him and cuddled close to him to keep each other warm.

 I couldn't fall asleep so I decided to go and make breakfast for Yuri and me. Then I went to the fridge and I peaked inside. There was a very stinky smell in it. I few days ago the light in the fridge stopped working. I took out the milk and saw that it was gathering up in clumps. I remembered grandma used to said that when milk goes bad, it starts to curdle. I guess this is what that means.

 I gain a lot of my knowledge about food from grandma. Grandma used to visit us every Saturday and would teach me many things. In those days Oma would be normal and we would have fun together. 

Five days ago, when Yuri and I were playing with the cubes that Grandma brought, I heard them whispering between each other. This was the one time that Oma was drinking when Grandma was here. I knew that meant that somethings wrong. Their whispers quickly escalated to loud talking. 

"Oma, stop telling me how to live! I can take care of myself."

"But Ana I'm not just worried about you, but think about the kids. What will they grow up to be? Sasha isn't even going to school. She should be-" 

Grandma looked at me and noticed that I was listening to what they were saying. Grandma quickly switched to speaking with Oma in Russian.Grandma was from Russia and she moved to Korea after marrying Grandpa.

 Grandpa passed away soon after Oma was born. Grandma said that Grandpa died in a construction accident. When Grandma told me this, Oma snickered and Grandma gave Oma a strict look with her lips becoming a tight line, her nose turns up and here eyebrows rose up. Oma then lifted up her two hands in a sign of defeat. 

Grandma taught Oma how to speak Russian when Oma was little because she wanted Oma to go to school in Moscow. After Oma finished Primary and Middle School, Grandma sent Oma to the same school that Grandma went to. Grandma said that we she went to that school, it was strict and very honourable but with time the Strictness must have lessened with a new principles and curriculum changes. 

Oma returned after completing 1 year and a half. Grandma said that Oma was irresponsible and concentrated non important things and the school sent Oma back. Not too long after, I was born. 

Grandma's and Oma's arguing soon became yelling. At that point I had already stopped playing the blocks. I could see in Yuri's eye's that he was scared. He slowly shuffled over to me and sat on my lap. His little hands Tightly held me around the neck.

"Noona, I'm scared. I don't like Oma yelling." He quietly whispered into my ear. His eyes eyes had become big with tears streaking down his face. His lip was shaking and I felt the vibrations of his body. 

"It's ok, Yuri. Noona's with you." I whispered back to him.

When I looked up again I saw Grandma was upset and crying. Oma looked really upset. Oma stomped over to the door, barely balancing on her own to feet. 

Oma pointed at the door and she then yelled, "Get out! I don't ever want to see you again."

Grandma at this point was crying uncontrollable and so was Yuri. Grandma grabbed her purse and slowly walked to the door. I could see how sad she was. Grandma clutched her purse and she turned around to look at us. She tried to smile for our sakes but it was wobble and she then blew us a kiss.

That was the last time I saw Grandma.

Author's Note

Where has Grandma went? Why do Sasha and Yuri sleep in the bathtub? Why doesn't Sasha go to school? Why was Oma snickering when Grandma said that Grandpa died in a construction Accident? Keep reading to find out more!

Hello! This chapter was taking me a long time and then all the sudden I had a spurge of wanting to write...so here I am!

Oma: Mom

Noona: older sister.

Korean Schooling: The Korean public education structure is divided into three parts: six years of primary school, followed by three years of middle school and then three years of high school. (This is the information I found on the internet. Sorry if inaccurate).