SEVENTEEN

Chapter 6

I SAW THIS I COULD HAVE LITERALLY CRIED OKAY SO WHEN PEOPLE SAY KITTEN OR CAT FROM NOW ON IM JUST GONNA BE LIKE "YOU MEAN DINO?" BECAUSE LITERALLY THERE IS NO DIFFERENCE.

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Min-Young's POV

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"Mom just one year okay 6 months is not enough time for me. A year is plenty and it will give me time to explore Korea. I haven't been here since I was 10 you know."

"Your gonna be gone so long. I can let you stay there for a year but as long as you call me once in awhile. I have to go, bye honey."

"Love you mom."

I hung up the phone and plopped on to the bed. My phone slipped out of my head and fell to the ground with a giant drop.

"Aish~" I have one year, exactly one year to find him. How am I exactly gonna do that. He could be anywhere in fact, he could be in Japan for sake. All I've got was his credit card records and try to track him down. I don't know how I'm gonna do this, I should of thought through this before I stepped on that plane. Then again I did have a choice either go to Korea and find my father or go to a boarding school in Japan. I mean which one did I pick? Going to Korea.

I felt like he was there, like he was actually still in Korea doing what ever he wanted to. I always wondered where he went. He could be dead after all. But I had a feeling he was still there.

Don't get me wrong he was a amazing father of course, but I think he just wasn't a good husband. He would always care for me of course, give the things I needed but when it came to my mom he blew it. He started drinking after picking me up from school, yelling at my mom after he tucked me into bed, and even breaking things in the house when I was playing. He was great in the father department but not so much in the husband part.

"Baka."

I found myself saying that word a lot. When I was little my father wanted me to learn Japanese rather than Korean because he thought Korean was useless compared to Japanese. I didn't want to make mother feel bad so I just learned both each from my mother and my father. I was more skilled in Korean than Japanese honestly and that got my dad really pissed off. He even tried to change my name into a Japanese name, it was originally Minami Shimada, but after he left somewhere my mom changed it to the birth name I had that my mom had picked out. She made it with her own name instead of my fathers. Park Min-Young.

I was so determined to make my mother happy it kinda set of my dad. He got really jealous and started taking me everywhere he wanted. Like Japanese temples and lots of markets. We were originally in Japan that time but then my mom made us move to Korea so I could make more friends there considering I was best at Korean language.

I don't know why but I kept on playing memories and memories of him when I was a younger teenager. I wanted to know where he was, what he was doing at the exact moment. I mean after he left I actually believed that what he said he was doing, was that he was actually doing that, helping his parents from sickness. And when I figured out that my grandparents died before I was born I lost hope in him a lot. Even in myself.

I learned that you never trust someone, until you actually know the person. I knew my father pretty well, but other times I had no idea what he was doing.

Being Japanese and Korean was a big deal, but some people wouldn't notice it at all except for MingHao.

When we first met, he straight up asked me in Japanese if I was well Japanese. I said yes and he started using all these words in Japanese that he looked up and I would correct him a lot of times.