Gangster mom (#세븐틴Seventeen fanfic♡)

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"Okay, Mom, I'll change schools." I sighed. I kind of didn't want to though. The students at my current school already know me as the school jjang (i think like the gangster??) so they don't bother me anymore, but in my new school? Who knows? They may always discriminate against me again, like at first in my current school.

Because of my mom. Well, if you don't already know, she's a gangster. Like...the real ones. Those with knifes in their back pockets, those that have lots of loyalty for their commards, those that fight and kill in dark alleys. Yes, I know you're gonna be so surprised. I understand.

Anyway, back to my school. "So, what's the school like?" I asked, knowing that my mother would have sent her 'brothers' to check on the school. My mom may be a gangster, but she cares for me most. She's weak for her daughter.

"It's fine. Just that, I heard the girls there are no joke. Don't touch their so-called oppas, I don't want my darling girl to get bullied there." "Don't worry mom, I have no thoughts to do anything to their oppas. But, what if they fall for me? Like with my absolute beauty that I inherited from my mother?" I said sassily.

My mom just let out a chuckle and she hit my head. "Now that's my darling girl!" I grinned and sashayed out dramatically. "Gotta go mom! Jooeun and Hyesung are waiting for me." "Come back safe!" Mom shouted from the kitchen. I shouted back a reply before heading to the lift lobby.

I just entered the lift when I heard, "I'm sorry!" A deep voice sounded from outside the lift doors as a hand slipped in between the lift doors.

A tall boy with black hair entered the lift and muttered a thanks. I looked down at my feet and I took a deep breath. I was fiddling with my fingers when I felt his gaze on me.

I looked up hesitatently. "Yes? Is there a problem?" I asked politely. I do not want to start a fight with a guy in the lift, especially when he is towering over me. "Uh...nope. Nothing's wrong. I just want to tell you that..." The lift doors opened and he ran out after saying,"you're extremely pretty, like an angel!"

My cheeks turned a flush of red and I touched my face. I haven't felt this feeling in a long time. After my...kindergarden crush told me he liked my dress. And... him...That was like 10 years ago!!

I'm 17 now, by the way. And I'm born on October 4, 10:04 pm, so my mom likes to call me angel as well (angel is cheonsa천사 in korean, which also means 1004). That's my nickname for me too, made by my friends. And...I wouldn't say I hate it though, heehee.

I wonder who that guy is though... I mumble to myself as I walked down the street. Well, since he stays on the same floor as me, I'll probably see him again. I'll just ask for his name then.

I continued walking as I stared at the stars on my pink converse shoes. "Ayo! Eunseo! You're here!" A deafening voice called me. I rolled my eyes and headed towards my two besties.

Hyesung fistbumped me as Jooeun offers me a sandwich. I reject the offer though. I don't eat vegetables.

"Oops! Got you the wrong one. Here, cheese and han, without veggies. Sit, little maknae angel." Jooeun makes fun of me. I sigh and shake my head. We're all the same age, just that Jooeun is born in Febuary, and Hyesung is born in July, making me the maknae out of the three of us.

"Nice shoes." Hyesung commented. "My mom got them for me." I shrug it off. Jooeun's eyes flash up and she shows us her wrist,"My dad got me a new pandora brcelet, and he told me to keep it on always."

Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, Jooeun's dad is my mom's boss, whereas Hyesung's mom is my mom's best friend.

This time, all three of us are changing school together, beacuse of our parents gang activities. And non of us actually disagree to our parents being gangsters, we actually find it fun.

We even get more protection and can experience different things than other kids. And we don't need to study!! Our parents don't care, so...meh.

Just then, a droplet of rain fell on my nose. "Girls, its raining. Let's find shelter first." I exclaimed. "Here. Pretty girls like you shouldn't fall be out in the rain." A friendly voice greeted me and held out an umbrella over my head. I looked up and saw...