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fifteen

Mia's POV

Though it's only been a week since my father visited, it feels like centuries. I am yet to tell my mother about our encounter, and I've been antsy since. I wake up every morning nervous I'm going to get kidnapped or taken away. I go to school, anxious of getting a call from the court. I visit the dance practices to see how the project is coming along, scared of my dad finding me.

I can tell Hansol has been worried about my situation, but he's been the best for me. Always comforting me, staying the night, and more. Even his small kisses make me feel light years better. He keeps asking me about what the lawyer said a week back, but I keep procrastinating because I don't know how he'll react. Mainly because my dad's lawyer explained that unless I magically come up with a large sum of money by the end of the school year, my father will most likely be able to get custody for a number of reasons. Not to mention my mother's poor condition is necessarily helping my case.

But, I got up today and got dressed semi- decent and told myself that today is the day I tell everything to not only Hansol, but the boys and my mom. I dreaded it, but I needed to get this mess under control.

I woke up before my mom, so I had to drag her out of bed. She cooperated, but seemed upset. This whole family and house just demonstrates sadness.

School went by, but I started to get nervous about practice today. Some of them don't even like me, and I was just going to tell my life problems randomly? I got to our place first, and paced back and forth considering what to do. Eventually, they showed up one by one.

I taped practice and worked on some of the process for the project with DK. When we packing things up, a sweaty Hansol picked me up and kissed me briefly. I shrieked between the kiss but then laughed. The others didn't notice when he carried me on the other wall of the old garage. He heated up the kiss by slipping his tongue into my mouth. With him still holding me, I kissed back needingly and wrapped my arms around his neck. We stayed like that, repetitive and slow kisses full of lust and need. When we released, he was breathing heavily and let me down.

"I- I need to tell you and the guys something. C'mon baby," I led him back to where the boys were. Of course, they were arguing and Seungkwan grabbed me from Hansol's grasp once he spotted me.

"Hey best friend," he cheered.

I gave back a weak smile and sat next to him.

"Listen guys," I said quietly, which surprisingly shut them up, "I have something to just tell you. It's not a cry for help, I just want you aware of what's going on, okay? So basically, I'm going to spare you the details but my piece-of-shit dad is back in town and is kind of threatening to take me away and leave. I want to stay and my father has a lot of power to gain custody. I need... well a shit- ton of money to get out of this and even that might not be enough. It isn't looking good, hence why I am just... not good lately. So, yeah. Hope I didn't totally just dump that on all of you."

I looked down, and immediately Seungkwan hugged me after a sad silence. I couldn't even look up again because I was basically attacked by hugs by all of them. I'm pleasantly surprised to be honest, I was expecting more pity than love.

"Yah, Mia we love you and we're keeping you!" Woozi's voice cried out.

"Yeah, and that's me saying it!" Mingyu stated.

We all bear- hugged it out and I sighed, "I hope things work out. Maybe I'm too pessimistic."

They nodded and Seungkwan volunteered on taking me home. We hopped into his car and drove with noisy, meaningless conversations. Then, he brought up what I said before.

"So, what if you really leave, Mia?"

"I don't even know. Scary, huh? I mean, you're the first person I've really told the whole story to," I said.

"Mia, we can't lose you. Me, especially. Don't you realise how much you changed this school for the better? Shutting down bitches like Gwen... God, I couldn't even imagine myself hanging out with someone like Hoshi, yet here I am. And it all leads back to you. You need to fight this. You can't give up. Plus, Vernon needs you. Like, his personality will turn to shit if you go."

I giggled a little and then sighed, "I won't lose. I've gotten punched in the face, gone up and down the social ladder like eight fucking times, gained literal enemies that aren't even students, and befriended a homeless kid. I am not letting a loser like my dad bring me down."

"Go best friend, that's my best friend," he sang, "Okay. See you, bitch."

"Love you, thanks Seungkwan," I got out of the car, "And we won't lose!"

I braced myself to tell my mom the news. But, Seungkwan's pep talk definitely provided me some confidence. Did I really cause that much of an effect? It seems like an exaggeration but regardless, it was nice to hear.

I entered the apartment and texted my mom to come home, since she obviously wasn't there. She didn't reply, but I was planning on waiting for her anyways. To pass time, I slipped into comfortable clothes and ate some cereal, waiting for her. She walked in surprisingly early and even more surprising, sober. She had a worried expresssion on her face that relaxed once she saw me.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

"You texted me saying to come home... I thought you were in trouble..." she led off.

"Oh," I hopped off the chair and sat her down, "Well, there is something I need to actually tell you. It's about dad."

Her eyes widened while I went through the speech again and then she closed them. She leaned back. And then dropped her head in her hands, and quietly started to sob. All I did was watch and tried to be the strong one, but eventually everything I bottled in came out. I sunk down on my knees to her sitting position and cried as well.

"I- I'm so s- scared mom," I said between cries.

She held me and continued to cry, "I know, baby. He won't do anything."

"Promise?"

She looked me dead in the eye and gave me the saddest, most heartbreaking look. Just looking at her for that moment made more tears fall. I shook and collapsed fully on her when she didn't promise.

"I'm sorry," she winced and got out of my grasp and shuffled to her room.

I continued to cry silently while sitting in the living room; the classic, cliche knees-up-against-my-chest-look. I decided to pull myself together for the 1,000th time and get to bed.

a/n; short chapter :( with lots of meaning? :)

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-lia