Skinny Love

once upon a time

I'm not exactly what you call, a princess. Not really the type to sit still and look pretty with a line of suitors asking for my hand, I mean...I guess. Technically.

My life isn't a fairytale. But gosh, do I love stories. Fairytales, myths, fiction.

A certain...type of fiction, specifically. ;)

"Yeah, I think this is it." I say as my brown eyes scan the glowing neonlight sign.

"Bangtan...Sonyeondan...Boarding House, right? Eonnie, why does it sound like some cringey, creepy guesthouse run by pedophiles."

Enter Kim Jisoo, the alleged last relative Lalisa Manoban, aka moi, has with the most detached personality. She hates me, basically. My mother was thrice removed from the family and was basically the black sheep of all Manoban black sheeps. She's Thai who married into the Kim household but don't get ahead, first, shh, wait. There's more to it. My dad? Thai. Adopted by Jisoo's grandfather. Also dead. Mom? Haven't seen her in years. Also dead. Me? A Manoban by blood, by heart, by name. I'm not a Kim. Never will be, even if I want to be acknowledged as such. Hello from the family outcast to you too.

Jisoo is the only family member I have left. And she got rid of me as soon as she got the chance.

"You're an idiot." I could hear the roll of her eyes here halfway across the city. "You're fine, the sign glows neonlight, right? It's a safe haven beckoning for you. Anyways, study hard, party hard, don't give me a niece!"

"Eonnie." I whine. There's the sound of footsteps drifitng near me but I couldn't really care less because it's close to midnight and it's cold, my hands are freezing and I'm too reluctant to just fuck it, I'm making a grand entrance to this new home with these new people I barely know the faces of, let alone names -

"I-" I cut myself short when the phone I was gripping in my hand was immediately snatched from me! "Hey!"

There's this guy. His doe eyes scans all over my gadget, even tossing it on its back with a tight lip. Then those stupid eyes fell on me.

And he hang up on Jisoo-eonnie.

"What the hell," I latched onto his hand because what the freak is this dude's problem? Jisoo is going after my ass when this all blows over. Ughr.

The guy snorted and easily avoided my hand with a shoulder tipped off back and his hand with my phone rounding before he eventually shoved me off him. "Yeah. Thanks for giving me back my phone, fat cheeks."

Fat cheeks?  His phone?

All the way here, a good five feet away thanks to the gentleman for making me stumble, I scoffed before laughing a single laugh sarcastically. I narrowed my eyes, "Aye, I know a thick faced thief when I see on-"

I didn't even get to finish before he starts heading off. He was walking towards the entrance of the family boardinghouse and the audacity! "Hey, dipstick!" I growled. "GIVE ME BACK MY PHONE!"