|| A Foreigner in Danger || <VMIN x OC>

Annyeong Mummy

Friday.

I woke up to the sound of them arguing.

Sigh.

Always the same routine.

Wake up, brush teeth, yank on school uniform, tame hair and leave before they argue over something stupid like me eating seaweed soup or cereal for breakfast.

Why do they argue over every little thing?

They always have to find something to argue about.

This is why I hate the thought of a relationship.

Seeing them like this constantly makes me wonder why anyone would even try to settle down with the same old face forever.

Boring, I thought to myself.

At least I have school to look forward to-- Sigh, the Easter holidays are in a couple of months, how will I keep myself busy?

I hardly have any friends because Dad keeps moving for business.

Every time I make one friend, Dad will tell me to pack my bags and swoosh to the next part of this dark world.

He takes me everywhere with him because my parents are getting a divorce and he doesn't want Mum's unfaithful, "slutty" ways to make their mark on me.

Savage, I know, but he's kind of right.

I don't think she was ever happy with having to marry my Dad.

They met at a night club in Seoul.

Mum was there as an exchange student (she was pretty clever lolz) and Dad was a typical Daegu bad boy on the streets yet a good mummy's boy at home.

He knew she wasn't Korean and that attracted him more to her because he had heard non-Korean girls were 'easier' and so he tested his theory and let's just say that night I was conceived.

She found out she was pregnant, went after my Dad and there went his Mummy's boy image.

His parents were good Christian politicians so this scandal was NOT good for them and Mum could not abort under any circumstances so she had to marry my Dad and have me.

I was spared the details (gladly) but all I know is that Mum gave birth to me in London and Dad joined her and they decided to play happy families until I was old enough.

Not every day you come across a half-Korean, quarter English and quarter Spanish 17 year old, do you?

Well that's me, Song Jasmine, or Jasmine Song as known in London.

Well here I am, walking through this hell hole, witnessing another one of their arguments.

"Jasmine! Why are you still here? You are late for school, again!" my Mum screamed at me.

I looked up and saw they had stopped arguing, not noticing I was sitting in the kitchen for about 10 minutes heating up leftover pizza.

"How is she supposed to study on an empty stomach! Make her some proper breakfast this time. Not your greasy leftovers or bland cereal, she's a growing girl, make her some white rice, kimchi or seaweed soup!"

See, I told you. Dad is so cultured, why did he force himself to marry Mum?

It doesn't make sense.

"Why don't you bloody make her your own food! You know I don't know how to cook that!" Mum screamed back.

"You had 17 years to learn! Why didn't you? Maybe it's because you're too busy getting laid rather than fulfilling your wife and mother duties! This is why I am leaving and taking Jasmine with me!"