I nervously paced back and forth, gripping tightly onto the ends of my hair. My mom sat calmly on the couch, watching as I had a mild panic attack.
"Honey, if you could just sit down and let me talk-"
"I don't need you to talk, Mom," I groaned, stopping in my tracks. I ran my hand over my face and let out a cold laugh. "I just don't know what you're expecting from me."
"Honey-"
"Why now? Huh?" I let my hand fall down to my side. "Why do you decide to leave now?"
"It's for the best, sweetheart. There's better opportunities in a new city, a new country!" My mom used her most enthusiastic voice.
I chuckled. "You only want to move to France because of Benjamin, Mother. I know it, I just know it."
"Y/n, you have no reason to be like that," Mom scolded.
I let out a breath. "You're expecting me to find somewhere to live in just two days, Mom. Two!" I held up two fingers towards her. "I don't even know where to start!"
"Well, it's about time you learned. You're nineteen years old, y/n," Mom said, standing up and walking out of the living room.
I stared at the floor, too angry to even move. There were too many emotions flutrering inside me; anger, confusion, but most of all, the feeling of abandonment.
I brought my hands together, fidgeting with my fingers as I began to pace the floor again, much slower this time.
Two days. I had two days to find a place to live before my mom left for France with her stupid boyfriend, Benjamin.
Two days to completely change my comfortable life style and figure out how I would manage on my own.
Two days to completely grow up.
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roommates · im changkyun
Hayran Kurgu"you're my best friend, of course you can move in," ° a story in which the reader has to move in with her best friend changkyun °
