You can do it (minsung)

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If some of you guys forget:

BOLD IS FOR ENGLISH, ITALICS WILL BE KOREAN, BOLD WITH UNDERLINE WILL BE ENGLISH THOUGHTS, AND ITALICIZED WITH UNDERLINE WILL BE KOREAN THOUGHTS.

Why is he asking me this question... again? The last time I couldn't even answer him. Shouldn't THAT be enough to tell him that it's not a question I want to answer?

I froze. My throat felt like it was clogged up, but with emotions. I didn't like answering this question or really, any other question in the category of asking me: if I'm ok. This question really starts coming up when I wear long sleeve shirts and sweatpants.

It gets pretty questionable when I'm wearing a literal sweat outfit in 90-degree weather, so I don't really blame the people who ask, for asking. But still, why ask when it's not you in the outfit.

questions like these, I absolutely hate. When I hear them, it's like, someone saying, "what goes on in your house?" Or whenever I DO answer them that's what they're going to know... what happens at home.

"Hello? I'm talking to you."

"I-I'm sorry, B-But I really can't answer that."

"Why?"

"B-Because I'm not really that comfortable... I WOULD LOVE TO TELL YOU...b-but I-I just.... can't."

"You can. Tell me"

I froze again. Mainly because he kept asking the question even after I told him I couldn't, but also because he demanded me to tell him. Who was HE to demand ANYTHING at ME?

"Can you not hear correctly? I'm STILL talking to you... you know."

"Oh yeah I know, but at the moment I really... really just don't care... like... at all... you know?" I mocked. But I must've gotten really angry, I never talk in English unless I'm mad, like really mad. English is a hard language, why would I want to speak it...all the time?

"Did your mom ever teach you how to respect your elders" He scoffed.

"I wish"

"Explains why you're a brat."

"No, YOU and this SITUATION explains why I'm BEING a brat, not that I am one though. Actually, I'm not even being the brat, you are. I told you I'm not comfortable with answering, yet you STILL try to get it out of me. Did your mom ever teach you manners?"

"OfCourse, she did, I just don't always bring then around. And what's with the sudden change in language?"

I roll my eyes.

"Don't worry about it. If you really want to know the answer to your question, I'd advise you to not be so demanding, and impatient, and wait till I'M ready to tell you."

"Why should I wait until you're ready to tell me?"

"Because It's my story...is it not?"

I turn around to get a sweat outfit out of my bag and I pulled out one of the crop tops I was pretty sure I might've packed. I sighed and shook my head before putting it back to just get the hoodie without a shirt going under it.

I was too upset with the rotten rat sitting on the bed behind me, to even make myself find a shirt. I guess I was just going to have to be hot tonight.

"Woah, I thought you would have nice ripped up jeans and cool shirts in there. Maybe some Nike's, Jordans... maybe even like 5 converses. A whole skin care routine, I honestly thought that was what was taking up all the space in the bag."