"Seungmin! What is this?!"
I hurried into the kitchen where my father gripped onto his phone angrily, standing. "You have a B in your English class?" He growled lowly.
"I-I. I'm sorry." I apologized.
"This is disgusting to look at. How am I supposed to call you my son when you can't keep your grades at an A? Are you dumb or something? Get that grade up. I don't want a useless son living under my roof." He spat coldly, walking by me.
I stood, biting my bottom lip as I tried to calm myself. That was one of the first times he used the word useless in a long, long time.
I gulped down the tears that wanted to escape my eyes and headed into my room. I pulled out my phone, deciding to go and read.
I enjoyed reading, a lot. I love to escape into the fake reality of a different world and act as if I'm the main character going through all the problems in the story. And maybe reacting in my own ways to the characters actions. I was so glad these stories existed.
Chan suddenly called me. I answered, pressing it to my ear.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey. You'll be at school tomorrow, right?" He asked.
"Yeah." I answered.
"You wanna sit with me and my friends at lunch? Since you know Hyunjin now. They miss me sitting there and I want them to meet you." Chan asked.
"Um, sure." I agreed.
"Cool, see you tomorrow, Seungmin. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Hyung." I replied before hanging up.
As I was about to put my phone down to go to bed, Hyunjin called me.
Me and Hyunjin got to know each other a little bit at Chan's house. And when I say a little bit I mean he got to know that I was a completely different person than what Jisung had described me to be. Apparently Jisung described me to be a self-loving jerk that doesn't care about other people's feelings and is super loud about it. Which, that was how I acted back in the sixth to seventh grade when me and Jisung were friends.
I answered, pressing it to my ear once again.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Seungmin. Sorry for calling you but I need some advice and no one is answering me."
"Oh, but I'm not really good at-"
"Pink or Yellow?" He cut me off.
"Um, yellow. That's actually my favorite color." I chuckle.
"Okay. Thanks. Wait, favorite color? I was trying to figure out which sweatshirt to where. The pink one has a strawberry and the yellow is just. . . Yellow." Hyunjin explained. "I can give it to you."
"No, no. That's fine. It'll be too big on me anyways." I declined.
"It'll be cute on you. But if you really don't want it I'll wear it because that is the color you picked. You sure you don't want it?"
"I'm sure, Hyunjin. I really have to sleep now. I'll see you at school tomorrow."
"Oh, yeah. Bye, Seungminnie!" He hung up before I could say bye.
And he called me Seungminnie. Huh. Even Chan doesn't call me that. We aren't even that close, why would he be using it? Maybe he did it without realizing it?
I shrugged it off, setting my phone on my desk, plugging it in to charge. I stood from my chair and lied down on my bed. I sighed, knowing I needed to get that B up to an A.
Those grades keep the color in my life.
