Dreamer | Jung Hoseok [Discontinued]

Two

"I'm back!" I shout as I close the behind me. I couldn't wait to write all about this in my journal and let all of my emotions out. Non-existent butterflies were still fluttering around me as I thought nothing and no one can ruin my day. I thought.

"You think I enjoy working my head off day and night as if I'm a slave!?" My mother screamed. I flinched at the sudden noise. 

I heard her smacking the table with utensils out of anger. I immediately dropped my bag and sprinted to the kitchen, almost falling over. There they were, my mom and dad fighting.

"I worked day and night just for earning enough to run this family crap and this is what I get in return! This!" My father retorted as he pointed at eomma. Eomma's expression turned into one of disgust.

I'm not surprised.

I sigh, this being an usual situation in my life. 

Appa threw a drinking glass to the floor, shattering it into pieces as I yelped in fear. 

"Will you two stop!?" I shouted. They looked at me in both and anger and shock. I stomp towards them with a daring but stiff face. "I get it, you two work really hard for us and I promise that I will work hard at school and succeed. Stop fighting now, its not gonna do anything!"

"You're gonna work hard, huh?" My father walked closer to me as I backed off. "I don't believe it. You can't do anything, did I raise you like this? You don't even know simple etiquette."

He pointed down at my feet as I followed his gaze, only to realize I ran into the house without taking off my shoes. I look back at the kitchen entrance and saw dirty show prints on the wooden floor.

"Look what you've done you piece of crap!" He shouted. "You're nothing but another mouth to feed!"

I flinched at the sudden raise of voice and bit my lip out of nervousness, not sure what to do. I couldn't even look up at him properly before I felt a sharp, stinging pain on my left cheek.

Not being able to control myself, I broke into a cry as tears started to rapidly cover my face. My face turned hot and started to puff out like a chipmunk.

 My breathe hitched, not a single word coming out of my mouth. I felt nothing but suffocated and pathetically terrified.

I expected eomma to defend me but no, she was just leaning against the kitchen counter, watching us as if she was watching some sort of movie making me want to cry even more than I already am.

 I gritted my teeth and held on to my left cheek, trying to ease the pain before staring up at my father before giving him a sharp and stern, but fearful stare. "You don't even deserve me..."

I run out of the kitchen, leaving more dirty prints on the floor. "Rim Sua, come back here right now!" I didn't bother to reply to eomma's scream and continued my way to the entrance. I picked up my bag, slung it on my shoulders and slammed the door behind me. 

I walk slowly on the sidewalk, wiping the tears off my face with my arm. I didn't know where I was going but was too depressed to think about it.

Maybe Dahee's house.

I lower my head and watch my feet walk by itself, sniffling as my head throbbed and my eyes drooping.

Before I knew it, my forehead bumps into something metallic.

I hold my forehead and hiss in pain as I slowly look up to realize I walked into a streetlight. I groan in frustration, disappointed in myself as to how clumsy and inattentive I can be.

I hear small giggles from behind me, frustrating me even further. The people walking around me just continue minding their own business or atleast hold in their laughter. The person behind has the nerve to straight out laugh right where I can hear him.

This is exactly what I needed after what just happened at home.

I turn around, ready to show the person a piece of my mind. That is, until I saw his face.

"Are you okay, Sua?" He managed to say between his laughs, holding his stomach.

My chest tightened, my cheeks started warming up, my mouth hung open and my eyes enlarged. All out of fear.