Words of Music (Jung Hoseok)

Chapter One

Ever since omma died, I can feel appa's longing of love. It's kind of hypocritical of him to want to find love, while banning me of any and all love. Appa finally got his wish and has met a girl he "loves." I don't think its real love, I think its just his way of coping. Appa wants me to meet her. He thinks that she will be my new omma. I know what he says is most likely going to come true. They've been seeing each other for nearly a year now.

On tuesday appa invites her over. I don't know what to expect. I expected someone close to his age, maybe a year or two younger or older. What I get is totally different. She looks around 20 years younger, with a beautiful, curly black hair. Her face is painted with light makeup, and I can tell why appa chose her. She's beautiful. If she wanted, she could be a model.

"Ah, you must be Min-seo. Your father tells me all sorts of things about you. I'm Song Ha-yoon," She extends a hand towards me, gesturing for me to shake her hand. I take it and we shake hands for what seems like a millisecond. She jerks her hand back and wipes it on her jeans. I guess her politeness was just for a few seconds. It almost seemed too good to be true.

"Song Ha-yoon, you're here. You are very early, but at least I get to see you, darling," Appa's deep voice comes from behind me. He's smilling and gives me the okay to smile, "How about we have dinner, are you ok with that, precious?"

"Sure, appa," I say before thinking. I don't know why I think he would ever call me precious, he never calls me that.

"No cares about what you want Min-seo. I was asking my girlfriend, Song. Do excuse her darling," He hooks arms with her and they walk off into the dining room. I can't help but feel as though someone punched me in the stomach. No one cares about what you want Min-seo. The feeling of someone, especially your own father, is like being told you are a failure. "Min-seo! Come eat dinner, unless you don't want any!"

I get out of my daze and yell back, "Coming!" I find myself dreading dinner. I don't want to do this. I don't want to be near someone that has owns all of appa's attention. I don't even want to be near the both of them. I find myself disliking my father. Why? is all that comes up in my head. Why does he have to be like this? Why does he not care about me? Why does he not love me? Why did omma ever have to die?

Appa starts small talk at the table. The usual. He asks things like "How was your day?" or "How's to food? I spent all day making it just for you." I want to gag. It disturbs me how much effort dad puts into Song. It's almost as if he's blind and doesn't see Song's look of disgust on her face.

"I'd like to do something special tonight," Appa's voice adds some noise to our silent dinner. He gets up off of his chair and walks over to Song's side. I think he might help her out of her chair, and they might do something romantic. I stare at the two of them, wondering what is going on. Appa kneels on one foot, the other one up. He reaches into his pocket, to grab a small box. I know what the box contains, just by looking at it, a ring. I don't need an explanation of what's going on, I know he's proposing to her. "Song Ha-yoon, will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?" 

Song stares at me for a while, then she looks back at appa. I cross my fingers that she will say no. I don't think appa is serious. Don't worry Min, he only loves omma. Maybe Song knows that and will decline his marriage proposal. It takes a while for Song to reply. "Yes." That single word feels like a punch to the stomach. Song and appa get up from their position and start hugging. I feel like I might throw up again. I stare at my plate of food, slowly losing my appetite. 

"Min, meet your new omma." I whip my head up. I bite my tongue to hold back tears. I want to break every single thing in this house. I want to break the dining table, the chairs, and most of all, Song and appa's relationship. "I need to go to the bathroom, so why don't you two get to know each other."

"Ok, bye." I noticed that Song doesn't call appa anything. It kind of makes me glad, it shows me that no one will have a greater bond with appa than my mother. It also reminds me that I might never get to know the father I once knew. Song shoots me the death stare. "You know Min, your so-called 'appa' will never give you a ring."

I can't deal with it anymore. I know appa wants be to be respectful, but I can't. "I don't need a ring from him, he's my father."

"I know. What I mean is, he will never love you as much as me." She doesn't regret the words she just spilled from her mouth. 

"Don't tell me how much appa loves me. For all I know, he will never love you as much as my real omma." I feel satisfied after telling her that. I wait to watch her crumble, but she never does. 

"Watch what you say, Min. I'm going to soon be your new omma." It sounds like she is trying to threaten me. 

"We'll see about that." I push the chair away from the table and storm out of the room towards my bedroom. I lie in bed, replaying the whole conversation we just had. Run away, Run away, Min. I can only hear those words filling my head. 

No matter how many times I tell myself that she can't replace omma, the more wrong I become. Appa is practically replacing omma with a girl 20 years younger than him. I take a few steady breaths and these breaths lull me to sleep. I don't know what I will do, but at this point I know staying will be the death of me. 

Ok, so this is the first chapter. I feel like this story might be going a little too fast, but I'm not sure what to think of it right now. Anyways I'm planning on updating this story weekly, but I don't think updates are going to happen every single week. 

Anyways, stay amazing, 

ODonut