platonic. | park woojin

three

I don't really see my father very often, he's usually away on business trips but the times when he's at home are wonderful. He lets me have all the freedom in the world and tells mum off for the bad things she does to me. Whenever he's not around mum can easily be compared to the devil but when dad's around she's a lot closer to an angel - hard to believe? I know, but it's true. My father's a lawyer who represents people all over the world in a manner of cases, usually he wins or at least gets his client to an agreement they're happy with. Right now, he was at home; relaxing on the couch, eating a bag of chips. I walk past him and he shoots me a grin, I smile back and he holds up the chip bag "Want some?" I bite my lip and hesitate, scanning the large room for any sight of my mother "Your mother's upstairs, quick, before she comes back down come and get some." I run over to him and pick up a handful, I shove it all into my mouth and chew it quickly, swallowing it. "Record time." He whispers as my mother walks down the stairs and into the room 

"Hello, darling." She waves to him and he waves back, she walks into the kitchen completely ignoring me, she emerges with a pre-made sandwich. It looks wonderful but I can't eat it. "Don't you have homework to be doing?" My mother asks,

"No, not right now."

"Shouldn't you be somewhere?" I nod,

"Violin but you won't take me." I was supposed to be at my lesson in half an hour but I know she won't let me go.

"Find someone to take you, we have a whole host of servants." She scoffs. Yes, servants who won't take me because you told them not to. I trudge up to my room, rolls onto my bed and off the other side towards my desk. Picking up my phone I decided my best option was to message Woojin.

me:
can you take me to my violin lesson ???

woojin:
yeah, won't your mum take you?

me:
no she won't
me:
i need to be there in 30 minutes

woojin:
okay, i'll send someone to collect you

me:
thanks

I pick up my violin and hop downstairs, passing my parents my mother looks at me shocked, "What are you doing?"

"Going to my lesson." I say pulling on a pair of shoes, I check my hair in the mirror and stand by the door waiting. 

"Who's taking you?" I shrug

"I'm not too sure, honestly." She shoots up from the couch .

"You didn't call a taxi did you?" Her voice almost cracks because it's so high "You can't stoop to that low of a level."

"I didn't call a taxi." I reply,

"Then who's taking you?" She fumes, the doorbell rings and I open it. She stands behind me, furious.

"Darling, calm down. She's probably just asked Woojin for help." She relaxes her face and looks at who's at the door; sure enough, in their easily noticeable, immaculate navy blue uniform stood one of Woojin's family's drivers.

"I'm here to pick up Miss Minjung and take her to her violin lesson. If you'd like me to do this every week, we can arrange that." He bows and then waits for me to exit the house.

"Goodbye mum, goodbye dad. I'll see you later." I give them both a small wave and I walk down the front steps towards the car. "Thank you for taking me." I say to the driver,