Mission: Destruction (YG WINNER - Song Minho)

Chapter 1: You Mad, Homie?

        ''Jinhyun, I'm going now, okay?!'' I shouted while rushing to the door, wondering if she'd hear me. I accidentally shut the door too loud, but knowing her, it won't bother her sleep. One time, I screamed at her ear. She half-opened her eyes then fell asleep again. When she woke up, I asked her about what I did but she didn't remember anything. Well, unlike her, even the slightest sound wakes me up. I can't sleep with the lights on too. It hurts my eyes like hell.

        I ran to the elevator. Our room is on the 3rd floor. Sometimes I take the stairs when I feel like exercising, but with times like this, being five minutes late for work, I took the elevator. I was about to run when the elevator door caught my shoe lace. I panicked for a bit. I was on my knees and people were starting to stare at me. I rolled my eyes at them and pulled my lace as if nothing happened. I stood up and flipped my dark brown hair that curls at its ends. Yeah, I can be a bitch sometimes. I'm just tired of always playing good. My true friends still love me anyway.

        By the time I reached the coffee shop where I work, I was sweating a lot. It was definitely a turn off, I must say, but I didn't care. I need this job. I enjoy working here (though I don't really enjoy drinking coffee, it gives me palpitation), also, I support my own living. I didn't think that I'd like to live here when I left LA. I mean, I can have all of the things I want there, but I decided and promised my parents that I'll take care of myself. It was really difficult to leave everything behind, but there's something that made me realize that I belong here (not just because I'm part Korean).

        ''Skye!!!'' Jessy shouted. She was wearing a yellow dress that reminded me of the dandelions we used to play with. I went here again because of her. I wanted to help her when she had that crazy deep problem. She's fine now though.

        ''So what do you want now?'' I said while ignoring her ear-to-ear smile, because if I do ask her why, we'd be talking all day again.

        ''Nothing! I just wanted to see you!'' I mean, really? You wanted to see me again while I'm wearing an apron with our maroon and white cafe uniform? Why can't you wait until my day-off?

        ''I don't believe you. Just take this and send the story of that smile to my email, okay? Now, get your ass out of here so that both of us can work,'' I said coldly, handing her coffee to her, and trying not to smile so that she'd think I'm not excited to know what's happening with her. But you know, deep inside I'm squealing! Ugh! This is so not me!

        ''You really know me!'' Jessy said and gave me a light hug. How would I not know her that well? She's my best friend and we practically grew up together. Also, our families (rich families) are friends. We spent our childhood together in LA. Then, my family moved to Korea because of our business and I studied High School here. When I'm about to go to college, my family insisted for me to study in a well known university in US. When I have time, or when there's something that I need to check on US or Korea, I fly back and forth, so I see her often (but Skype helps). 

        Jessy waved goodbye as she walked out of the cafe. Yes, indeed, I know her well, but she knows me well too. Although all her life, she's been sophisticated and really classy (only child,only heiress), while I just always go with the flow, doing what i want, bitchy, and maybe a bit boyish at times (younger brother, but I'm the one who's inheriting the throne. haha!), there's something that connects our friendship.

        ''Kyaa!!!'' I nearly spilled the coffee that I was making to myself as I heard a scream from a highschool student. It was good that I did not burn myself, but the coffee was all over the counter. The students were all screaming since they got here, but this girl, I think she'll have a sore throat with her 'kyaa!!!'. I heard giggles from the highschool girls as they were staring at me. I hate it when people are looking at me like I'm an idiot. Hellooo, I graduated from (insert popular university here), I'm just enjoying my freedom before my dad retires! (Sometimes I want to scream this, but my parents are working hard to protect our privacy, so yeah, I must behave.) I quickly cleaned the counter and stared right back at the girl who screamed. I raised an eyebrow and she retreated by talking nonsense to her friends (LOSER). Who do they think they are? It's the girl's fault anyway! What the hell are they talking about that she had to scream so loud that even the by-passers were shocked?! I hate it when we have customers like them!