Red Lights [BANG CHAN FF]

3. Hesitation

TW: spanking, hair-pulling

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"Oh, fuck... ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck! FUCK!"

Akari caught the first bus and arrived home two hours ago, showered, changed into new clothes (more appropriate than last night's), and ate a slice of dry leftover pizza... but her mother still didn't call her... and her anxiety was at its peak.

Pacing the room, Akari gnawed on her lower lip, pulling the sleeves of her cashmere sweater (the one her mother bought her) to not bury her hands in her neatly styled "good daughter" hairstyle and ruin it.

She played out different scenarios in her mind - what her mother could say or ask and what she could reply. Akari also thought of many different emotional displays, anger being the most prominent one. Akari knew that she had to convince her parents to let her stay in Korea longer but she didn't need that tagged post.

Akari's Instagram profile could be classified as natural, calm, and aesthetically pleasing. She posted about her food, drinks, clothing, and scenery and very rarely showed her face—basically, her everyday life, captured from her perspective.

There was a reason she didn't post about her nightlife, the last night being the clear reason (plus the fact that her parents followed her account). Being drunk, Akari babbled her username to whoever spanky.xxx.hyung was and got herself in trouble she wasn't even aware of.

She messaged the guy with a shady username (which turned out to be the best friend of a guy she hooked up with), asking him nicely to take down the photo but he still hadn't responded, probably out cold due to large alcohol intake. Not that taking it down mattered anymore... Everybody saw her being held up by the hookup guy, her eyes closed and her head tipped back, laughing as if she didn't have a care in the world. Noted, her cleavage was in full display, her mini-skirt rolled up to her waist, revealing her red thong.

Akari looked up at the wall clock - it was almost 3 p.m., which meant it was lunchtime - and her phone on the coffee table still lay silent. Her stomach twisted in painful knots and her palms were sweaty.

The ringing of her phone on the small table made her panic skyrocket yet Akari approached it carefully and sighed in relief when she saw who was calling.

"Hey, Sora..." Akari seemingly relaxed.

"Yo, Akari!!! What the hell was up with you last night?!" Sora laughed while Akari's head still throbbed.

"Please... Not you too..." Akari mumbled, massaging her forehead. "I already have my hands full with my parents and how to explain that pic to them. My mother is supposed to call me and lash out on me so..."

A buzz of her phone told Akari that she had an approaching video call. Panic returned.

"Oh, shit. She's calling..." She told Sora and the other girl turned serious.

"Okay, stay calm... As much as you can. It'll be alright."

"It won't but thanks, I guess."

"Good luck!"

Akari ended the phone call and huffed out a breath that did nothing to relieve her overwhelming stress. It was a huge problem and she had to face it.

"Hi, Mom," Akari smiled and waved, putting on a nice tone as she greeted her mother in Japanese, and took a seat on the sofa as her legs threatened to give up at how nervous she felt.

The woman on the call had the biggest and angriest scowl Akari had ever seen.

Raised by a couple of strict and reserved people, Akari had seen her parents being more serious than happy, rarely smiling, but she had never seen her mother this angry.