Love Is An Open Dorm Door

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

Charisse's P.O.V.

So... What the hell?

I love BTS and all, but why does my mom have to be so judgemental and harsh all the time?

I just want to be free... okay, not really free.

Oh you know what? Whatever, I'm used to it anyway, and they won't stop until I'm 21 or so.

What can I do? I'm the only child...:(

Also, I have to focus with my studies and enter the honors' list.

Yeah, I should probably think about my grades for now, no k-pops and all.

I walked through my path, books clutched tightly onto my chest, my head busy about the current and previous days. My days are quite frustrating to be honest. And about the "no kpops and all"... I might not be able to do that.

Their just too hot to handle!!~ Like some sort of chili you can't even eat for a second and you still ate it.

I may be able to handle some of them, but it doesn't necessarily mean I like them. I need milk if I go overboard.

Ding

My phone rang, indicating that a notification has been sent to me. I slowly took it from my jeans' back pocket and read what popped on my lock screen.

BTS World... EEEEEKK!

I swipe open the notification and I silently squealed as I saw my bias on the screen. I then took out my earphones, already predicting on what is in that app.

Pretend you aren't a fan girl, pretend you aren't a fan girl, pretend you aren't a fan girl, calm Charisse, calm. Remain calm...

My fingers tapped hardly and excitedly onto the screen, my teeth bit my bottom lip from ecstasy as I could hear my favorite song on the background.

"숨겨왔어

I tell you something
그저 묻어두기엔
이젠 버틸 수가 없는 걸
왜 그땐 말 못 했는지
어차피 아파와서
정말 버틸 수가 없을 걸
Now cry
너에게 너무 미안할 뿐야

또 cry 널 지켜주지 못해서--"

And I have never expected to bump into someone who spat at me so cruelly...:(

I hate life.

-*~*-

'And I can't believe it! He cursed at me like I did it purposely', I huffed in rage when I recalled the flashback of a guy cursing at me so violently.

What am I supposed to do when my favorite song is up?

Though, I accepted the fact that I was the one at mistake, and I did say sorry after the incident.

Gosh! I hate how he looked at me as if I am dead meat after our short peripheral meeting.

That guy.. I swear!