i fiddle with my fingers as i hold the small bottle of strawberry milk. i stare at the field and chuckles watching Yoongi and his friends playing dodge balls.
'it looks fun' i thought. i really want to join but i have to stay outside the field because my twisted wrist. why? how? it's Bonra. i guess mentioning her name already explains why and how.
"knock knock" someone knocks the wooden bench. i look to the person and curse at her in my heart.
"you should say 'who's there'" Bonra said. i stare at her then back to the field.
"i thought showing you what i can do isnt enough, right? you still date him" she said.
"i know it all. you may talk" she said. i turn to her and tilt my head, act 'confused' but she tilts her head the same way as i do. i frown and she smiles wider.
"ugh, come on. Ahn Miso, talk" she barged. i scoff and stands up but she pulls me to sit back.
"talk" she said. i keep my mouth shut. the way my father planting this attitude since i was kid, really affects me. he always taught me, shut my mouth so public wont say anything about how i talk. maybe they dont know Ahn Minhyuk is my father. but i'm sure they know who Ahn Minhyuk is.
"i told you to talk. are you deaf? or acting deaf?" she said behind her gritted teeth. now i get it, she might have found out. but hey, i still wont open this mouth. she grabs my chin and squish my cheeks harshly and it painfully hurt my gum.
"come on, step-sister" she said. i slap her hand away from my chin and stand up straight.
