the good doctor ¤ kim seokjin

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The way she looked down on me made me want to crawl into the closet and never come back out. Jin's step-mother was sitting in the living room like a queen, waiting for Jin to come home. She told me to get her some tea and even asked me if I knew how to use a kettle, I wanted to bite her head off.

"Hyomi, bring me some water too!" She screeched from the living room.

I grabbed a water bottle and her tea and walked back to her and placed them down on the coffee table. I sat down across from her and smiled.

"Actually it's Himi."

"Whatever, be glad I don't call you by slut."

I held my tongue and dusted off my leg, she was a thorn in a rose.

"When does Seokjin get home?" she whined.

"He should be home soon, he gets off early tod-"

"Okay! Just shut up! I hate your voice."

We sat in silence, the television on the news and the sound of her obnoxious dish clinking. I checked my phone if I got any text messages, but not a single one. I fiddled with my fingers, still not getting used to fake nails. I felt like I was some kind of Barbie doll for him now like my feelings were invalid. The sound of the lock clicking and the door opening made me relax a bit.

"Mrs. Kim?" Jin bowed and closed the door behind him. "How can I help you?"

"You're getting married."

"What?"