Gang 555 | Monsta X

ii. i got robbed by prisoners??!!?

Chapter 2

I grumbled as my hand grabbed another handful of popcorn and stuffed it in my mouth. My other hand stealthily crept its way to the tv remote, and I switched the channel once again.

The heirs. Well, that's okay.

It took be a few seconds to realise that I had watched the episode and it was the second time it was airing already. In a rush of anger, I grabbed more popcorn and stuffed my mouth, before burying my face into the cushion beside me, which muffled my endless screams.

Why wasn't today working well for me?

It was the sixth hour I was sitting on the sofa, not like I am complaining that my ass hurts or something. I really don't mind staying in this position forever - legs outstretched on the coffee table in front of me, arms on my sides that were curled around two cushions, large bowl of homemade popcorn sitting on my lap, and lastly, my head leaning against the top of the sofa whilst my neck taking a long break for having to prop up my oh-so-gigantic head since birth.

My eyes that were once glued to the television screen began to close on their own. I was taking super long blinks like time had slowed down or something - I was rethinking my actions.

Oh right, I forgot to mention something(even though it has been droning on in my head for ages), I'm grounded.

Apparently, all Mum is good at is raising such a horrible and despicable child like me and making me feel as guilty as ever. There should be a nobel prize for that.

"Uhh..Mum, you need to hear me out first." I attempted to sooth her bubbling anger.

All Mum did was to point her finger right at my face, "You think all of my warnings are all joke and games, you don't even try coming in early! Huh?!?? Strolling in at 4.45am from the club, to see your mother standing here instead of being asleep and all you can do is hesitate and think of another excuse?!???"

Oh damn. She was right, her instincts are better than a robot. I was trying to come up with another excuse. Well, at least I tried simmering her anger.

Although her actions depicted that she was fuming mad, but her eyes drooped, making the dark bags underneath visible, she was in fact very worried - worst of all, I think she had been waiting for me....

Suddenly the thought of those hot yet weirdo beggars begging me for money struck me. Oh yeah, those people. If it hadn't for them, I would have been much earlier but late. Still. Jooheon's face then replaced the face of Mum, his small eyes blinking back at me while his tongue clicking impatiently waiting for a reply - that's when something clicked inside me, and my anger meter sped upwards.

"So what, Mum?!?? I'm already 21 - my third year in university!! I'm old enough to know what's right and what's wrong so I don't need your help of stepping into my life and ruining the precious time I have to spend with my friends!!! You really need to wake up, I'm not 5 or anything, I'm a grown-up! I can take care of myself," I heaved a long sigh. "And please stay out of my life."

I expected her to yell back at me, grab my hair and drag me towards my room. But nothing happened. There was awful long silence that sent shivers down my spine. Mum stared back at me - not with anxiety - but now with disgust, hatred, anger and grief.

I returned the stare. Only to feel guilt rising in my chest and my cheeks reddening. I recited what I had just said to her in my mind, and my anger was slowly dismissing, leaving me astounded with what I had said. To my Mum.

The woman that risked everything she had in her life and bored me, nonetheless wanting company -a new person in her life to keep her company, also expecting the ups and downs being added to her once peaceful life. She raised me and sacrificed 21 years to grow me into someone who had morales - sophisticated yet bright.