Cityscapes (Jumin Han x OC)

Chapter 20

It's 3am, and I wake up to banging on my door. I crawl out of bed, and barely make it to the door. I see my phone on the floor, and figure it must be Jumin. He must've been calling after he saw the news. For once though, I was wrong. I opened the door and saw my father and mother. Together. Both very opposite of one another but together none the less. My father standing there arms crossed, red with anger. My mom standing there with tears on her face.

"Thank God, you're okay," she said hugging me. She pushed me inside with the force of her hug. My mother is quite short, with black hair cut in a bob. She has big round glasses, and these thin lips, with various wrinkles adorning her face. From smile lines, to crows feat, to lines across her forehead.

"Yeah. I'm alive," I said as they forced their way in here.

"You didn't answer your phone," My father insulted.

"As you can imagine, it's been busy with the recent news," I explained. My mother grabbed my cheeks.

"You could've picked up the phone for your parents," my mother said, gently rubbing my face.

"I'm an adult. I'm safe, and I didn't want to have to explain what was happening there," I said, simply.

"Why are you acting so defensive?" My father asked.

"Oh. I don't know. It's 3am. You're at my house. To obviously ask about my personal life. I don't know if you realize this, but it's enough of an invasion of privacy having the paparazzi know where my apartment is."

I am a relatively cool person. I rarely get irritated, or angry, let alone livid like this. Someone knocked at my door again. I walked over to it, whipped it open, saw Jumin's face, and yelled "Not right now!" Then I slammed the door in his face.

"Who was that?" My mother asked.

"The only other person who would be concerned enough about the news to be at my house at 3am. Now. If the whole fucking neighborhood wouldn't mind, could I have some privacy?" I asked.

My mother gasped. "Language!" She announced.

"This is not your house. You're not paying the rent," My father decided.

"I lost my job!" I yelled.

"You lost your job?" My mother gasped.

"Months ago! 2 months ago, mom. I'm getting it back by the end of the quarter or sooner though. At least, I hope. You know what? Hear it from the legend himself!"

I stormed over to the door, whipped it open again, and dragged Jumin by the arm into my apartment.

"You're making sure I have a job, right?" I yelled.

"Yes," he said, slightly quietly and concerned,

"Thank for the input," I said, pushing him back out the door, and slamming the door again.

"You heard it straight from the horses mouth, now can you stop harassing me?"

"Was that Jumin Han?" My mom asked anxiously.

"No. It was the fucking 8 ball of careers. Yes, it was Jumin. You guys are torturing me, right now. Do you guys not realize the day I've had? Oh no. You worried if I was okay. That's not why you're here. Neither of you. Dad, you were hoping to have some meaningful conversation where I would admit the reason why I lost my job is because I was fucking my boss. And mom, you wanted to hear my miraculous story of romantic love. Neither of which is even mildly accurate to true life. But that's why you're here. You always want to prove yourself to be better than the other. So, stop making me your pawn in this game to such a point that you invade my privacy at 3am!"

My mom looked so shocked by my words that she stormed out of the apartment. She won't be calling me for months. On the other hand, my father, in all of his rational emotions, stared at me. "I suppose you're right," he remarked. I think, partially, this is to prove he's more understanding than my mother.

"I suppose I am."

"I apologize for blaming you for your job, Miran. This is your space, your apartment, regardless of who pays the bill. That was wrong of me," he said, coming over to me.

"Thanks for the apology, but...actions speak louder than words. Please, leave," I respond.

He nods and heads out the door, leaving it cracked. I go to head back to my room before hearing pacing. God damn it, Jumin. I run over to the door, and open it. There stands Jumin, incredibly confused.

"Parents," I said, simply.

"Parents," he said sighing. "At 3am?"

"You haven't seen the news?" I asked.

"No. Not at all," he said. "I came because you weren't picking up the phone, and got really worried."

"Look up your name once in a while. I'm fine. Just...overwhelmingly stressed. I'll see you tomorrow," I said, closing the door. I clutched my head and headed to bed.