lovelovelove | park sunghoon

one

2018

Misuk knew she was late to school again when she heard her mom cursing out loud in the kitchen. Jesus. The brown haired girl got up so fast her muscles tensed up, but a possible injury didn't move her at all.

She needed to get ready.

Misuk walked to the bathroom in a rush. Brushing her teeth and washing her face was the first thing on the morning to-do list.

Her hair was a mess every morning and since she could never leave her house looking like she had been electrocuted, fixing it was the most important part of it all.

She unlocked her phone to see the time and got distracted by the multiple messages her best friend was sending her, only to curse at the fact she won't even be able to do her makeup later.

"It's not like I'm good at it anyway."

When Misuk went back into her room, her uniform was perfectly laid on bed and her mom was placing her lunchbox inside the backpack, so she quietly stood by the door to wait for her mom to give her a forehead kiss on her way out. This has been their routine for the past year.

She still hasn't gotten used to the sleep schedule most koreans students follow at all.

Once Misuk finished putting on the uniform she found hideous, she ran to the kitchen to say goodbye before going to the lobby of the apartment complex. Her dad waited there for her every day so he could take her to school, even though that's the reason why he was always late to work.

She hated school. She couldn't stand being trapped inside a room with people she found annoying but she hated the teachers and homework even more.

Learning was something that came naturally to Misuk so she thanked God every day for not having to put much effort into it as the others. Yet, just the thought of having to wait three more years for graduation made her sick.

She wanted to go back to the US as soon as possible.

Misuk had her whole life set, at least for a fifteen year old Korean-American girl.

She was the smartest in the class, had a great group of friends, boys would fight just to get a smile from her and she was happy most of the times. Perfection.

She was ruling the world until her parents decided it was a good idea to ignore her existence and needs and head back to South Korea.

Misuk was sure they hated her for taking that decision without first asking.

The girl used to complain about the american education system, but now, nothing compares to the disgust she has for the Korean one.

The pressure parents put on their kids was enough to make her grateful hers were different. They knew early on high grades wasn't her thing so they encouraged Misuk to be excellent in what she loved doing while just managing being average in school.

No burden or stress.

Misuk was born a very creative and artistic person. Music was her sanity. She learned how to play guitar when she was seven and she started writing music when her obsession with Taylor Swift began in elementary school.

Wanting to be a songwriter back home is what gets her through every day in hell. That's why she needed to graduate as soon as possible to escape this place.

"Mimi!"

The girl had only stepped one foot inside the school when her best friend, Baek Jiwon, started running towards her. Misuk found that weird since Jiwon hated sweating.