Red Lights | Minho ✓

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Third person
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      “I just came to say thank you!”

Miso cleared her throat, trying to feign a nonchalant face. But bro, deep down it hurts. Hurt to know that she was being played all along. She felt like a complete fool, believing that Lee Minho was actually helping her. She was really that desperate, huh?

“Miso, I'm-”

“Shut up! I'm trying to show my gratitude to you,” Miso seethed, stomping her foot. The brunette was really ecstatic when her mother drove in with a car she had been dreaming to get for five years, she had pinned a photo of it in her room as motivation to keep up her Angel Miso act. Her parents were very over joyed with the way she and Minho fit so perfectly, it felt so surreal to them. Marking it down as an achievement they bought the car a little earlier than anticipated.

And the first person Miso thought of calling was Minho, the guy who really helped her out. But she couldn't get thought to him. Unable to contain how happy she was, the brown haired marched right down to Minho's apartment just to tell him this. Just to be met with what?

Chan looked away, he couldn't bare with the scene unraveling in front of him. He understood Miso had every right to be angry. Minho really did it this time.

“You, Lee Minho, you are the best, and I'm so grateful that our parents brought us together. Thank you for helping me out and sticking with me even when you found out I'm not really who everyone made out to be,” Miso nattered, the lump in her throat getting more painful and hard to contain. “Thank you for not lying to me and being honest. So here you go, take it,” the brown haired stepped forward, putting a box of cake she had purchased for him. “I know it isn't much but kindly accept it, and I know its lame but its from my heart.”

“Mi, I ju.. I just can't” Minho shook his head, stepping away from her.

“Shut up and take it,” She forced the box into his hands. “Thank you for making the passed seven months really fun for me.”

Miso bowed, walking away from the dumbfounded Minho. He simply watched as she walked away, unable to manufacture words, they just floated in his head like stupid gibberish.

“And I know nothing was really going on,” Miso paused, taking in a deep breath. “But its over, I guess.”

“Miso wait,” Minho ran up to her, grabbing her wrist, but the female yanked her hand off, heading out as fast as she could. “I'm sorry,” He mumbled to himself, his head hanging low.

Chan had a sympathetic look. He walked to the younger, exhaling sharply. “Well this is fucked up.”

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Miso didn't want to cry, she tried swallowing the lump down as much as the could. The drive back home just consisted of sniffles and mumbled of profanities. The brown haired made it home, aiming to her room, she didn't plan on facing her parents. Not right now, not ever.

“Oh thank goodness you're back,” Her mom heaved out a sigh of relieve. “Dinner was getting cold.”

“I'm not hungry, thank you,” Miso bowed.

But her breathy voice didn't go unnoticed by both concerned parents. “What happened?”

“Nothing, I'm fine, just totally over joyed,” A choked sob escaped Miso at the end of her feigned happiness. And she decided to let her parents know, so they'd never ask her about Minho ever. “Minho and I broke up!”

“What?” Her dad bellowed, getting up from the seat. A strident look on his face. “What did you do?”

“Me?”

“Well yes, I also think its you,” Her mother butted in. “Minho is perfect.”

“Minho is not perfect!” the brunette jeered. “He's not perfect, he's childish and stupid and loud. He says fucked up inappropriate things whenever he feels like. He has a drinking problem and is a fucking tease. He's anything but decent, he's anything but perfect. He's dumb!”

“Miso that's enough,” Mrs Shin hugged her crying daughter, patting her hair. “At least we know its not your fault. That you have to put up with all that,” She smiled and kissed her forehead. “That you're still our Miso, our perfect Miso.”

“I'm not perfect either,” Miso pulled away from her mom, scrawling. “I smoke, I drink and I watch porn too.”

Both her parents gasped.

“All my life I've been your perfect little Mimi, good grades, proper, nice. I had to balance my time, studying, piano lessons, English lessons, ballet lessons, craft, art, singing, more piano, violin, flute, Spanish, Chinese, Japanese, extra curricular lessons. Do you know how stressed I am? No. You just know I'm perfect. Well I'm not! Goodnight!”

Speechless, her parents watched as she stormed to her room.

“What has gotten into her?”

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