sorry » im youngmin

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i hoped for a better morning the next day but i knew it wasn't going to be the case when i heard my mom in my room. she sighed loudly. she was picking up all loose papers and clothes on the floor.

i shifted my position on my bed and tried to continue sleeping. but she pinched my leg for me to get up. i winced in pain and groaned.

"i don't even know why a photo of donghyun is still here when he died a long time ago"

i rolled my eyes and asked her to leave the room, as i clearly wasn't in the mood to argue with her.

"what do you even see in him? all i know is that he's such a flirt, like your dad"

"mom, get out. please. he is not what you think he is. stop pretending to know every one of my friends. i'm so sick of it."

"no honey, he's exactly like your dad. a flirt. i saw him walking drunkardly in the streets with one girl. i am not going to imagine what did he do with that girl in the dark alleys"

"mom, why are you so rude? can't you not talk about donghyun that way? he's not that kind of guy. he doesn't even look like that kind of guy." i said, not taking in any of her words as i know that it's utter bullshit. "and dad is dead. stop talking about him."

"and so is donghyun." she grabbed the only photograph of me and donghyun with her as she left my room. i shouted out in frustration, throwing a pillow at her, but i missed her.

today's going to be such a good day seriously.

"by the way, i want you to go out with youngmin today. he's already waiting at the dining table" i heard her shouting from the other side of the house.