Reaching The Top[2pm Junho FANFIC]

Chapter 1- The News

Chapter 1- The News

"An An, are you doing your homework?!" I hear my mother shout from the kitchen.

"Of course mom, what else would I be doing!" I shout back at her. This has been the 17th time in the last 20 minutes she has asked me that question. Recently she had been really strict about how hard I've been studying, probably because it was only a few weeks away from mid-terms.

Scrolling through my phone, contrary to my moms words, I browsed through instagram. Looking at some idols. Laughing at some fan made posts about their idols and some memes they made. How I wish I was one of those idols, having constant fans swarming around me, giving me loads of love.

I love being the centre of attention. I love the feeling of everybody's eyes on me. It basically my drug. I live off of attention.

All of a sudden my door swings open, my moms silhouette entering in my dark room.

"What are you doing?" She practically screamed at me, "That is obviously not homework, in this house you either study, do your homework or eat and sleep!"

"What about-"

"An An! Do not!" She interrupted me. I shut up after that. Fighting my mom would probably be the one thing in my life I will not do. Ever.

She stuck her hand out infront of my face, I knew what she means by the hand.

I handed over my phone, not bothering to say anything. And turned to my desk, picking up my pencil and started to solve the algebraic equations.

'I am so done with this,' I thought of a range of ideas of how to get my phone back, only to circle back to the same conclusion at the end of each thought: my mom wacking me across the back of my head with whatever utensils she is cooking with at the moment.

I am 17 right now, almost 18, yet I'm still surrendering my phone to my mom.

Giving up, I sigh and try to solve all my problems, not life problems, math.

~♤♢♤~

Looking at my alarm, I see its already midnight, its so late, but I still have not received my phone.

Giving up on waiting, because I know my mom doesn't stay up past 10, I turn on my laptop and go onto facebook. As soon as I log it I receive two new messages. Looking at the username I immediately recognise ChaoJian. Silently giggling at his new profile pic.

I've known ChaoJian my whole life, he was born a day after me. So I make him respect me, though he never does. Because he always says we're friends of the same age. Although I know thats true, I just like to tease him.

"Hey~♡♡" he always sends me these hearts, I tell him to stop, but then he just adds more.
"Has ur phone been snatched?♡"

"Yh mom took it after she walked in on me scrolling thru insta, and not doing my h/w~" I replied, looking back at the memory.

"U naughty, naughty girl♡♡♡♡" I mentally cringed.

"Don't call me that, its weird"

"I know u ♡♡♡♡♡♡ it" if only I could punch him through the screen.

"I'll expose ur baby photos♡" as a child he loved seeing himself on camera, but looking back at those photos, he was one ugly baby.

"NOoOoOoooOoOoo, An my l♡ve don't do it"

"Then don't call me that,"

"Okay I won't I promise♡"

I smiled at his silliness, he always got me to smile, no matter what situation I was in. He is the sunshine to my life.