At (y/n)'s house
08:24 PM
(Y/n)'s POV
[1084 Words]
I open my eyes slowly, waking up from the sounds of someone knocking at my door.
"(y/n)-ahh!! Wake up from your nap! Its dinner time!" I heard my mom shout from the other side of the door. I didn't reply to her because I was still sleepy.
I tossed and turned at my bed, half awake, irritated, and full. I actually ate before I slept, and now, I'll be eating again.
"(y/n)!!!" She continued shouting.
"Yeah! I'm coming in abit! Give me five minutes" I replied. She gave no response, probably meaning she got it.
I sat up from my bed, feeling a little bit dizzy and uneasy. I wanted to skip dinner since I'm feeling full, but my dad would probably not like that. Continuing, I tied my hair up and stood up. I finally went down, seeing both my parents waiting for me at the table. There I see a whole chicken and a bowl of rice. A typical dinner for us.
Honestly speaking, I'm never really fond eating dinner with my parents alone because the atmosphere would always feel intense.
I really wish my brother was here, but he hardly goes home since he's very busy with work.
We ate silently. The atmosphere was awkward as always.
I wasn't very close with my dad and he has some real bad mood swings, which is why I always feel scared and not in the mood to eat. I salute my mom keeping up with him. I guess it must be true love? Or she just really loves him.
I hear my parents starting up a conversation, not paying much attention to it, my dad suddenly asked,
"How is your school life going? Your grades?" I gulped.
"Ah, they're going well." I smile nervously.
Yes, my grades are high, and I've been doing well academically. But leaving that aside. My relationship with school isn't the best.
"What then happend to your 'friends'?" He added
"Hun.. " my mom whispered to my dad touching his shoulders.
My heart beated faster. I felt like throwing up.
I calmed myself down before replying to him. I cleared my throat.
"Ah, I found new ones, they're great.. " I said.
That was a solid lie.
My old friends turned their backs on me.
They did many things to me as a joke. Of course, I let that pass. But it grew more, in a bad way.
I've been with them for quite a long time so I trusted them. And so I thought they thought the same to me. But who knew faith would lead me to misery.
That was my first big fight with them.
My first scar, and regret.
It has been over two weeks since drama happend. I quite have moved on but of course, I still miss them, but I can't bring myself to forgive. It has been really lonely, but just a little bit more, for me to be free from that expensive crappy school, away from toxicness.
Just like that, dinner ended with a heavy chest, with a sad feeling.
I stood up, went to my room, and just tossed myself to bed. I grabbed my phone from the night stand.
"San-Yong (a/n: sorry, i know nothing bout school names rip) university huh.." I silently muttered.
San-Yong university is a largely known school. Even if it's a private school, alot of people attend it. I heard alot of idols have graduated there. Even if im not very fond of kpop, it's cool to set foot in a school that celebrities had. The school is divided into two separate departments. Performing arts department and academics department. Even if we can choose one of those to focus at primarily, we still have to attend some subjects in both departments, which sucks because I can't do music, sing, nor dance.
Looking through informations about the school, my phone suddenly rang.
It's an unknown number. I was debating whether I should pick it up or not, but I did.
"Hello?" I said in a polite manner.
"(y/n)-ahh!!! How are you!?" A familiar voice answered.
"Oppa!?" I was startled to hear his voice. I haven't heard it since a month ago. It was the voice of my brother, Kim Namjoon!
"Yep, you should save my number after this. Anyways, how are you? I heard from mom that you'll be transferring to Sanyo univ?" He asked.
"Im doing great," I paused for a little bit then continued "I guess? And yeah, I'll be transferring!" I said.
"Why though?" Namjoon questioned.
I felt a ball in my throat when he asked that. Squeezing my hand, thinking that I'm sure he doesn't know what happened. He doesn't need to.
"Its crappy and its expensive!" I exclaimed.
"But isn't the school your going to more expensive?" He replied.
"Oh yeah you're right. But hey! Atleast it isn't crap!"
He laughed at that statement and responded,
"Based on my experience, you're right."
"Told you. By the way, op-" Just when I was about to say something, I heard a bang of a door coming from the other end of the phone call.
"Yah! Hyung!! " A man with a deep voice shouted. He must be old. But I clearly heard him saying hyung so he must be younger than my brother.
I couldn't understand the conversation well. It sounded like gibberish so i didn't bother listening.
I forgot to mention the my brother, Kim Namjoon, is part of a boy group, named Bangtan Sonyeondan, or BTS.
The group was largely known in Korea but not internationally. They are a young group. Actually I think three members are still studying. Props to them for attending school somehow with their busy scedule.
I literally know nothing about the group, except my brother,and this one guy named chimmin. Oh! Jin too!
Even if I prefer western music, the music they produce are great!
Unlike my brother who's hella talented in music, I'm the complete opposite. Im just glad I'm pretty much smart too.
Beep
Namjoon's phone disconnected.
"Well damn. What the hell happend" I said to myself, looking at my phone confusingly. As he said, I saved his number on my phone.
Well it was a long day.
I stretch my arms, placed my phone at the night stand, closed the lamp, then tucked my self in the blanket.
I yawned and went to sleep again.
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