7 bang tan boys!! And me?

Wake up!

I wake up early and the sun is shining brightly. But it wasn't the sun, it was my stupid sister putting a dumb flashlight on me. Why the heck is she using a flash light in the morning? I get that she's older but sometimes she really seems like the least mature person in the world.

Anyway we're only 2 years apart and even though I'm 22 I feel like I'm smarter than the she-devil, oh-so-nice my sister Christina.

" Wake up!!! You'll be late for your first day at work!"The she-devil says, forgetting that it's not as easy for us as it is for her. Saying that she's here only because she "missed her parents and me". Haha. 

Bullshit

Reluctantly, I whisper "Okay, okay you don't have to shout." and slide off my rugged heavy sheets and go to the bathroom.

We all know that Christina is in Korea with me and my parents to be with her so-called "soul mates that she never met." Bts, mediocre group that doesn't spur any reaction in me which apparently makes them her favorite group.

I just wish she stops talking about that group. In the beginning it was hard enough when she was trying to make me an "army" but now she literally making my life miserable by talking about bts for like every second. They are a good group but I'm not a fan of them.

Why can't she understand that!?!?

Any way I go into the shower and wash myself. The shampoo slipped and stubbed my toe.

WTH! There is a frickin picture of a guy while im taking a shower outside my bathtub.

Wincing, I reach outside and spot the shampoo and the picture.

I also notice that my sister apparently made a mess around the bathroom too. Why does she do that everyday? Can't she just clean up after herself? Like is that so hard to do? Ignoring the picture I finish my shower and step out of the damp and moist tub.

After changing into suitable clothes for my job I go back into my bathroom examine the place.

Phew.

There is nothing but tissues and that one picture that I have to pick up. I walk across the cold tile to look at it.

The boy looked very cute and I had a nagging feeling that I knew him. He had a boxed smile and really nice features. Nice Caramel color like me and he had perfect eyes. He was on of those people that once you saw that you knew that they are very innocent.

I looked up at the mirror and saw myself. This person had full lips and longer hair. Chocolate eyes and Caramel skin that came from my dad and the eye shape and lips that came from my mother.

I look away...not because I thought I was ugly but because I don't think my face is interesting as the other faces I see these days. My mom is the most prettiest. So is my sister. They both have the blond long hair with the electric blue eyes. My mom is pure American and my dad is 100% south Korean from daegu. I look the most Korean and my sister looks the most American.

That's why my parents named her an American name and me..."GA EUL COME OVER HERE!!!" my mother interrupted my thoughts.

I sigh, at least my parents are keeping me in there house right? I throw the picture along with the other tissues and trash in the trash can. I don't even bother yelling back to my mom. I not really the talkative type.

I gather my stuff and put some makeup on before I leave my room. I look back, this is going to be a very different day probably because of my job in GUCCI.