Dream University (EXO Fanfic)

Chapter 57 : S.O.S. Platinum!

That same evening. Eun Hee's POV.

I didn't know how long I stared at the pictures, how long I ache seeing my Mother see a huge misunderstanding, and how awful the person must be to do something as horrible as this; to sabotage my life. I felt my eyes strain after some time of strain, but no matter how much I cry, I know that won't fix the situation between Eomma and I.

I place the pictures back inside the envelope, keeping it tight onto my hand. I glance back at the Kitchen, seeing her cook dinner like any ordinary night, but with a sealed straight lips, she ignored me completely. I sniffle, wiping the leftover tears around my cheeks as I stood up from the couch. We shortly made eye contact as soon as I reach the first step of the staircase.

She sighs, placing a meal for one on top of the dining table. "Situation aside, you are still my daughter, you must eat to keep your strength up. Here, before the food gets cold." She wipes her hands with the kitchen cloth, averting her eyes now. "A-Aren't you going to join me? Your health is more of a priority here."

Eomma grabs her gardening materials, heading out back to her personal vegetable garden. "Eomma." I called out to her, she stops midway at the back door, looking over her shoulder. Not on me, but on the floor. "I know it's hard to believe after what you saw. But I'm telling you, those pictures are a misunderstanding. Please, you have to believe me, Eomma!"

"Then what am I suppose to believe after seeing that, huh? I saw my daughter together with a teacher not one, but two!" She places her materials down, her hands quavering at her side. "There are so many incidents of this! Is it because aunt and uncle isn't watching you well enough? Is it because Myungsoo isn't taking care of you in school? or does he already know of this?!"

Eomma swiftly leans at the side of the door, rushing my legs to support her. "Eomma, please! Enough already.. Just please, at least don't think too much about it. If you're not convinced, then I'll find a way to contact them. I'll let them clear the misunderstanding by themselves!" I plead.

She shakes her head, looking as if she was going to stick with her own belief and the pictures. Eomma lightly pushes me out of the way, grabbing her materials, and going on her way to her garden. I didn't know why, but she was too distant right now. I don't think anything that I would say would mean anything to her.

I turn to face the other direction, eyes darting on the food on the table. I went near the table, wrapping all the laid food on the table for Eomma to eat after her gardening session. If things get worse, I'll just have to consider having to attend a nearby University here. If that's the only way to get Eomma to trust me again that is.

I clench the piece of cloth near my chest, but just thinking about having to part with all the people I've met in the University so far.. I.. I just can't. I can't even bear not thinking any of them in a week. What makes me so sure I could last for my whole college life. I slip my cell phone on my hand, clutching it. I have no other choice then.. I'm sorry, Eomma.

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Meanwhile. Hong Kong, Otto e Mezzo. Chanyeol's POV.

I arrive by the desired place of Mr. Chou, fixing my cuffs comfortably as I walk up to the receptionist. "Good evening, any reservations--Oh! Mr. Park! Yes yes, Mr. Chou has just arrived as well. This way please.." She snaps her fingers, summoning a nearby waiter to guide me to an exclusive private room located near the dazzling balcony.

I hid a small sigh as soon as the waiter opened the door for me. There, I see Mr. Chou's daughter who was around our age. She has short and curly hair that reaches up to her shoulders, her eyes are big and round while her nose was perfectly in good shape. She must have done face surgery alongside her plump lips which seems way too realistic.