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Eight

Lina's POV

I scraped my knee. Ouch. But I don't care. I scraped my knee again. Does this count as cutting? Scraping your knee on the wooden table on purpose? It makes me feel better. I don't care if people can see my cuts and scrapes, I will show it off, by wearing my fabulous shorts. I miss my appa. He's been gone for a few days. He never came back. 

When he slammed the door on my face, it reminds me on Hyejin. Except the fact that my appa didn't look back. Is there a reason why he didn't look back? Didn't give me or my mom one last glance at all! I miss him so much, I cried myself to sleep for the past few days. Even though my father is an arrogant asshole, I still miss him, well because, you know, he is my one and only appa.

My mom's "FRIEND" Mr. Yoo Jinho, aka Jinho has been visiting a lot lately after my father left. It's getting very strange, and Junghee has been bothering me lately by calling me her "unnie" for the past few days. What is going on?

I slammed my sneakers on. 

"Is there a something the matter, Lina?" Umma asked.

"No," I said, not caring.

"Are you sure? Lina, I'm your mother, I care about you," Umma said.

"NO! Nothing is wrong, okay? Just leave me alone, I need to go out," I screamed at Umma.

I looked up to her. She looked hurt. 

"Your knees.." she said.

I got up. "Okay, umma, I'm sorry I screamed at  you, I'm just so stressed out about everything, it's fine, don't worry about me."

My mom started crying. I looked at her, shocked. "Umma, please.. stop crying.."

"Lina.. I just want the best for my daughter, I know, you are stressed about your father leaving, and there is something I need to tell you.." Umma said.

I stood there, patient, ready for anything to hit me hard.

"Tell me," I said.

Umma sighed. "Me and your father are going to be divorced."

My shoulders drooped. "I already knew this was going to happen."

"Lina.. I know you love your father, but there is also another reason why he is leaving.."

"What?" I said.

"Jinho... me and Jinho have been in a relationship while me and your father were married... for 2 years," Umma said.

My jaw dropped. My eyes popped out.

My mom was in an affair with the stupid Mr. Yoo Jinho? Oh excuse ME!

"Why!? Umma! Please tell me you are lying!" I said.

Umma started crying. "I JUST HAD TO TELL YOU, OKAY?" 

"Are you serious!!! No wonder father was so MAD!!" I said.

"Please.. Lina.. stop yelling.. Our family has been through a lot.." Umma said.

"Daddy has the right to be mad!! But.. Umma! Why?!" I said.

Umma's tears flowed down her cheeks. "Lina.. just please.. understand me.."

I sighed. "Whatever.. if Mr. Yoo Jinho is going to be my step-father, he better be a good one, because no one can replace appa."

Umma nodded.

"I'm going out, call me if you need me," I said.

Umma nodded.

I opened  the door and closed the door.

I walked down the street, going to the place where me and my appa hanged out a lot when I first came to Korea at 7th grade. It was a tree house, near his childhood house. 

It was 5 minutes away. The old house was ugly, but I tried fixing it up back at middle school. But the treehouse there is still perfect. It was over 30 years old, but I don't care. It still had the memories of me and father being there. We played chess, we ate kimchi, he helped me with my homework, and we did everything there. Our activites stopped at my freshman year, since I was so busy at school.

I ran across the street. I was almost there. But then I saw someone. Someone who I obviously know.

It was Jungkook. 

I just stood there. He ran to me. He hugged me.

"Uh..." I said.

"Where are you going?" Jungkook asked.

"Somewhere..." I said.

"Let me join ya?" Jungkook winked.

I stood there smirking at him. "Fine."

We walked for about 2 minutes, while he talked about a prank he did with Kai.

When we got there, I saw the treehouse. It still looked the same as the last time I came here.

"There, the treehouse," I pointed.

Jungkook smiled. "Let's go in!!"

I nodded. I climbed up the ladder, and into the treehouse.

Then he did.

I sat down a cushion. The treehouse has a mini table, and a poster of me and appa smiling cheesy.

Tears started to swell up in my eyes. I brushed them away.

Jungkook sat on the other cushion. "Wow cool treehouse, is that picture you and your appa?"

I nodded.

I tried so hard not to cry. But it failed.

I sobbed. Tears splashed everywhere. I tried to stop, but I love and miss my father so much, I just want him back.

"Eh? What's wrong? Lina?" Jungkook said.

He held me by my shoulders. He saw me crying. How embarrasing.. His concerned face is so cute.

"Why are you crying? Is there anything I did?" Jungkook said.

I hugged Jungkook. "No."

I wrapped my legs around his waist. 

"Uh.. Lina.. your legs.. it has cuts and scrapes all over?! What did you do to yourself?!" Jungkook screamed.

"I-I-I miss my father.." I cried.

"What happen?" Jungkook asked.

"He left.. me and my mother.. I don't think he is coming back.." I cried. Tears wetting his tee.

"Lina.. you don't need to hurt yourself.. just because of your father.. if you need anything.. just ask me!!" Jungkook said.

"I-I-I want my appa.." I cried.

Jungkook looked me into the eyes.

He brushed his lips on mine.

Then I cupped his face and we shared a passionate kiss.

I let my hands pace all around his back. Then all of sudden his tongue slipped into my mouth. "Oops.." he said. But then I just smiled in the kiss, as I slipped my tongue in too. We started french kissing.. then things started to get dirty. Then pushed me down on the cushion. Still kissing me.

"No.." I said.

"I should stop.. we are still young.." Jungkook said.

I nodded. "Yeah, maybe next year?"

He nodded.