Sixteen || Kim Namjoon

Chapter 1.

Back ground info:
This is lee yoomi!!  (^-^) She recently turned sixteen years old. Yoomi is half korean and half middle eastern. She originally is from England and lived in a small town but now is currently living in Seoul, South Korea in an apartment that her father, lee jai hyun, has given to her. She is studying in a school in soel in order to get the best grades so she can branch off of her fathers business. She works part time in a coffee shop called 'mocha hideout'.

Yoomi's POV (이 유미) ;;

"Here is your coffee miss, i hope you enjoy it!" I smile as i hand a customer her coffee.
"Thank you," she smiles. I smile back and bow to her. I return back to the counter as i take other orders and gave people their change.

"Yoomi-ssi," i hear the owner of the store call me.
I turn around to see her smiling.
"Thank you for coming in covering for tae woo's shift at such short notice!" She smiles.
"Its okay ms kim, i enjoy working here so i was glad to help!" I smile.
"Well your shifts over, do you want anything to drink? It's a thank you from me?" She asks.

I smile. I nod and ask for a lemonade.
"Ah I should've guessed haha," she smiles.

I go to the books and start sorting them out. Mocha hideout is basically a café and a book store put together. It's such a cosy place. Really is my type of place to be.

"Aish yoomi-ssi, you can't help but work can you?" Ms kim smiles. I smile back at her.
"Appa always taught me to work to the fullest and give a hundred percent in what i do! So i shall do that, even if my shift is over," i say.
"You are such a good child, your appa must be a proud man," ms kim says as she hands me my lemonade and slightly ruffles my hair.

I smile. I get up and bow to ms kim.
I put on my long beige coat and grab my black bag.
"See you tomorrow ms kim!" I smile.
"Bye yoomi-ssi! Get home safe and eat lots!" She says.

I open up my bottle of lemonade and drink it. I walk around a bit. Going into shops and buying a couple of bits and bobs.

My stomach starts to rumble as i rub it.
"Aish, what to eat!" I say. I go into a convenient store and buy my favourite type of ramen, spicy tomato! I also get a kimbap triangle and pay. I walk home to my appartment and put my bags down.

I eat my food in peace and throw out the trash when I'm done.
When i come back to my room i get a call.

"Appa!" I smile.
"Ahh yoomi! Kiddo how are you?" My dad asks.
"I'm good! How are you appa?" I say as i sit on my bed.
"Good, just got a call from your principal, he told me that you got the highest rank in your grade and the upper grade aswell! Yoomi i am so proud!" He says. I smile alot.

"Thanks appa," i say.
"Did my yoomi eat?" He asks.
"Yep! But i miss eating home cooked meals..." i sigh.
"Yoomi-ssi when i see you soon i will make you ttaeboki and spicy kimichi fried rice okay?" My dad says. I couldn't help stop smiling.
"I love you appa and i miss you!" I say.
"I miss you too yoomi honey, I'm sorry we aren't together right now... I can't help but feel like a bad father... you do understand that business needs me," he says.
"Yes appa! It's okay! As soon as i finish education and i get to advance my branch of the company we will get to spend alot of time together! Me, you and hyuntae oppa!" I say.

"You are such a good girl yoomi, I dont know what i did to deserve you!" Appa says. I giggle.
"Get some rest yoomi, work hard and-"
"Give out 100% to the world," i say in sync with my dad.
He laughs as he says,
"Ahh yoomi, i love you okay? Appa has to go and deal with some paperwork!"
"I love you too appa! Tell taehyun i said hi and that i miss him!" I say.
"Okay yoomi, bye," appa says as he cuts the call.

After the call ends my smile soon disappears. I hug my knees as i sigh.

Teenagers my age envy me for living alone, especially my friends! They say i get my own space and i dont have to worry about parents breathing down my neck and yes it is nice knowing that I have my own space but it gets so, so lonely.

I see dads collecting their daughters and sons from school and taking them to a restaurant to eat. I see moms coming in on open days, looking at their childrens hard work, nagging the teachers to give them extra lessons and as much my friends hate it... i envy them!

My dad, as much as i love him, is always too busy with his company as he is the chairman. My brother is the director and heir to the company so he is also busy with my dad... atleast they get to spend time with eachother. My mom, well, she left when i was a baby so I don't know her as much. I've seen her once or twice but to me she is more like a stranger.

I hug my knees tighter. I sigh.
The silence was my closest friend but my biggest enemy. I've gotten used to it but at the same time I haven't.

I grab my sketchbook and draw. It was a way i got stress out. I found comfort in drawing. I've always wanted to be a fashion designer. I love drawing and i love clothes. I used to want to be an architect as when i was twelve i helped put designs of my dads new building together. I just like designing in general.

But instead of drawing clothes, i draw a girl, sitting on her bed, alone. I've drawn her so many times, in the exact same position but only difference is the clothes she is wearing.

I chuckle slightly. Maybe she can be my companion? We both are lonely. My friends have boyfriends and girlfriends to talk to all night on the phone but one rule my dad has set is i can not date. I shouldn't focus on boys but instead on my education. I guess he's right... but... i just want to know there is someone there for me...

I put down my sketch book on the floor and cuddle my blanket. It's 9:30PM which others would say is really early but i end up going to sleep. I have nothing to do. I never do unless i have to study.

So i close my lights and close my eyes.

"Maybe one day you will have a friend to talk to to..."