𝕍𝕚𝕩𝕖𝕟 | Lee Donghyuck

✧ Pilot

"Jiyoo! Jiyoo!! Can I borrow your homework?"

Song Jiyoo was busy switching out her binders in between classes, when one of her classmates approached her with their own blank homework sheet.

She didn't even spare a glance as she took her binder and neatly placed it into her backpack. "No."

"Please? I'll get it back to you—!"

She jerked the zipper of her backpack closed and rolled her eyes before slinging it over her shoulder and whipping her head toward the nuisance. "I said no."

The boy's face turned sour. "Geez, I was asking nicely."

"Too bad I don't care. Do your homework on your own, or you won't learn." She slammed her locker shut and trudged off, leaving the boy alone.

He meandered back to his friends. "Can you believe that?"

"How rude..."

"That's just not right."

They all validated the boy's feelings after his hard rejection.

One particular girl in the circle sighed and twirled her hair.

"And that's why she has no friends." Song Seoyoo watched her sister stomp away. "It's kinda sad."

"Is she like that at home?"

"No," Seoyoo looked at her friends after Jiyoo disappeared behind a corner.

"It's worse."

*****

Jiyoo shoved the heavy front door closed as she walked into the entrance of her spacey home. Wall decor and lighting fixtures lightly shook from the impact, which she was always scolded for disrupting. Even the big minimal chandelier hanging from the tall vaulted ceiling swayed just slightly.

Was it a mansion? On the smaller side of the word, but yes, it counted as a mansion. A fairly modern mansion that was a geometrist's dream.

Jiyoo really didn't care for the fact that she had money. Seoyoo, on the other hand, wasn't as shy when it came to spending. Especially when it came to pretty clothing, chic little backpacks and cute accessories. That's just how she was. She was different from Jiyoo in that way. She was different from her in numerous ways.

Jiyoo never understood her sister, being the one of the two to wear sneakers and sweats to school every day. If she had the option for comfort, there was no question what Jiyoo would choose. So what if she looked like a bum? She got good grades, and that's what mattered.

From the den, the sound of her father's voice bounced off the tall white walls and sleek marble flooring. "Jiyoo, I told you to stop slamming the door, or you'll break something!!"

"No, I won't. I'm not even slamming it, chill out." Jiyoo was not in the best of moods, but to be fair, she was never in the best of moods at any given time.

"Where's your sister?" her father sighed as she walked through the den toward the kitchen.

"I don't know, and frankly, I don't care." She tossed her backpack onto a chair as she sat at the counter and pulled out her homework.

"You shouldn't talk like that."

"Like what? It's not like I'm worried for her, she could probably kill me with her high heels if she wanted to."

"She's your sister, you should always worry about her."

Jiwoo scoffed. "You're my father, you should care about my well-being just as much as hers."