Oppa? A BTS Fanfiction *ON HOLD*

Chapter 1

***Heads-up: THERE WILL BE SOME SWEARING IN THIS STORY.  If you have a problem with that, than please do not feel obligated to continue reading this.  Enjoy!***

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I trudged into the brightly-lit kitchen where my mom stood making our breakfast.  Although it was only 6:30 in the morning, she was already bustling about and humming to herself while the rain fell gently outside.  I smiled to myself as I realized what she was humming; "Sexy, Free, and Single" by the popular K-Pop group Super Junior.  My absolute favorite boyband EVER.

  As I stood there in a daze, she looked over her shoulder and greeted me warmly.  "Morning, dear."  "Oh, hey mom.  Can I help you with anything?"  She paused and wiped a bit of sweat off of her forehead while she thought.  "Well, I'm all good with the cooking, but you could set the table for me," she suggested.  "Okay!" I chuckled to myself, because she never let ANYONE near HER stove.  It seems like all I ever do these days is set the table.  Oh well. 

She soon brought over steaming plates heaped with rice, eggs, bulgogi, kimchi, and our usual green tea.  "Smells delicious as always, Mom,"  I commented as we began to dig in.  I always get up early to eat with her on the weekends because she leaves for her job at the department store quite early, and ever since my dad divorced her, she has needed someone to keep her company. 

I sighed as we devoured our hearty breakfast in silence, perfectly content with life.  Yes, perfectly content...................perfectly...................................perfectly.............con-content..............................RING!

RING, RING, RING, RING, RING!!!!!!!

I jolted upright in bed, my stupid alarm clock nearly giving me a heart attack.  A dream?  Yes, it had to be.  I glanced at the time; only 5:15 am!  "Why the hell did it go off so early?" I mumbled to myself, rubbing my sleep-deprived eyes.

*Sigh *

I glanced around my darkened room before flopping back onto my pillow, hoping to fall back asleep.  No such luck.  As usual, I just tossed and turned; unable to get comfortable.  "Aishh......." I sighed to myself and decided that I should probably get up for the day.

I stumbled out of bed and into my bathroom to take a shower.  I turned the water on and looked in the mirror before stripping my clothes off.  Geez!  Why is it that when K-Drama stars wake up they look stunning, but when I wake up I look like a dead bug?  Life is so unfair, I thought to myself.

I stepped into the tiled chamber and let the warm water run down my body.  It felt really good, almost relaxing.  I exhaled slowly, thinking about the dream that had just visited me.

I remember when things were like that between me and my mom; happy and carefree, almost as if we were a normal family.  But we were far from normal.  The water slowly began to turn cold as it ran down my back, and I frowned.

It has been almost four years since my dad and mom got divorced; and ever since then my life has become a living hell. 

It started out pretty subtle: my mom wouldn't kiss me goodnight or tell me she loved me, but in these past few years her depression has really escalated, to the point that we hardly speak to each other. 

And when we do speak, it is usually because we're fighting about something.  I rested my head against the cool tile wall and sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time this morning, as tears started to form in the corners of my eyes.

No Liberty!  Why are you crying?  Come on, you're stronger than this!  I mentally scolded myself.  Again. 

Switching my mindset to what I had to do today, I finished my shower, dried off, and got dressed.  After giving my long, straight, golden-brown hair a quick blow-dry, I turned to face my mirror and winced.  EWW!

I gazed at my reflection in disgust: my pale skin, chapped lips, dark circles, and gray eyes looking nothing less than nightmare-ish.  I noticed a pimple coming in on my forehead.  Great!  Just great!

Sighing quietly, I opened one of my drawers and pulled out my make-up bag.  I have been told numerous times by the few friends that I have that I am very pretty, but either they're lying to me or I'm blind because I can't see it.

I applied my usual: a little concealer for my dark circles and pimple, a bit of foundation that is a shade darker than my actual skin tone, (you wouldn't believe how hard it is to find a foundation that come in the shade of "translucent ghost ") some neutral eyeshadow, a hint of black eyeliner and a swipe of mascara, and finally a touch of lip balm.  I stood back to admire my work.

Well, I thought, you look decent, so I guess that's good enough.

It was Thursday, so I didn't have classes at university until 8:30.  I looked at my clock while picking up my school bag and books.  6:51 am.  I guess I'll be getting to school a little early.  Again.

As I started toward my hallway, I heard a loud clap of thunder from outside.  Rain?!  I jumped over to my window, confirming my suspicions.  It was indeed raining, but unlike in my dream, it came pouring down heavily, pounding against our roof.  "AISHH!" I whispered angrily while grabbing my umbrella.  Today was going to be a long day.

***Author's Note: Chapter 1 is finished, YAY!  I'm sorry that it was so full of crap and boring, just bare with me.  Hopefully you will find the next chapter a bit more entertaining.  Annyeong!***