Blue Moon: a MONSTA X FF [hiatus]

CHAPTER 1 : I

Soyoo's P.O.V.

"SOYAH!"

deng.

"For fuhg's sake", I swore, while I patted my head, and the spot that got hit.

"Where do you think you're going?! And looking like that!", Mom shouted. "Only God above knows what the neighbours think when they see you coming back home! Can't you take better care of yourself?!"

I couldn't answer much, or disagree with her.

I was covered in mud and my school uniform was all dirty, the same school uniform she always tried to keep clean for as long as possible.

That's just because she didn't want to spend money every single time to get it washed, dried and cared of.

Mother of the year, right?

"I'm sorry, Eomma...", I began to mumble while getting up, but she just wouldn't listen, and kept shouting at me.

"You disgrace! How am I supposed to deal with you if you don't even try to stay clean?", she continued, while hitting me lightly - if that was possible - on my shoulder.

But why was I in that situation?

Well. I tried so desperately to sneak into our house by passing under the window in the kitchen, and then straight to the back door. I knew I could do it without getting caught.

I was used to it.

She used to get something to drink during the afternoon, when she just wanted to forget that she had a daughter to educate, alias, most of the days.

I thought she would just fall asleep on the couch, as usual.

But this time, she was there.

Waiting for me.

Right by the window.

With a damn frying pan.

"Aish! Why won't you say anything, Soyah!", she asked, raising her voice, as if I was deaf.

Well, that would be too good to be true...

"Will you stop poking me with that?", I said, trying to keep that thing dangling like a clave from Mom's hand away from me. "Bet it still has oil stains from food... Did you wash it, at least?" The disgust in my voice was real, since the answer was obvious, but I managed to cover it a little by keeping my eyes down, while I checked if I could just escape her and make it in time to go to my bedroom without a frying pan flying to my back.

Our house was very small, but at least it was not part of a dormitory or a huge building with many people to deal with.

We were surrounded by them, but we had the little advantage of independence.

That's very rare in Korea, if you ask any Korean netizen.

I would have been glad of that, if I wasn't stuck with such a person.

When I raised my eyes, Mom glanced at the frying pan, first, as if she was really thinking about it, then looked at me. "What does that even mean, huh? Isn't it your duty to wash the dishes?", her eyebrows raised like an eagle's wings while she said that, as if it was the most obvious thing ever to use her own daughter for all kinds of jobs.