Rose [Mashikyu]

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[Junkyu's P.O.V.]

"Junkyu, my baby, we're going out for dinner tomorrow night. Choose an outfit, it's going to be classy, okay?" It was 4pm, and mom had just gotten off of the phone after talking with someone.

Huh? A dinner?

"With who, mom?" I questioned.

"Ah, Kyu, you really need to pay more attention to me when I speak! My childhood friend is moving back to Seoul from Japan, I haven't seen her in so long! She's also brought her husband and her son along with her. I want us to make a good impression, okay? We're going to Jungsik for dinner, so make sure to dress nicely." She ushered me to my room, "Now go and pick out and outfit to wear now so you don't worry over it tomorrow."

Jungsik? Really? The last time we went there, it was just the two of us- and the bill was nearly $450.

I shook my head in defeat, darn my mother's wealth. To her, a good impression was never having a good time- it was keeping up the picture perfect reputation we had set in place, and going somewhere extremely expensive to eat at.

Though, I couldn't blame her. Money meant power.

After rummaging through my closet for a while, I finally found something formal to wear- nothing extraordinary, really. Just a pair of blue trousers along with a blue suit jacket, and a black turtle neck, oh, and also a small silver chain necklace as an accessory. I loved accessories, a lot, and since it was a trend for boys to pierce their ears then, mom let me get 2 in each ear. At home I would wear my long, silver, and dangly ones that would shimmer in the light.

They made me feel pretty.

And mom didn't see the problem. But, when going out, she would make me wear either small black studs that were barely noticeable, or nothing at all.

I wondered why- did the earrings make her think I was feminine? Is that it? I never really got an answer to that question of mine.

"Junkyu, I've finished cooking dinner!" Mom called, "come down here and eat!"

I laid the outfit I chose onto my bed, and made my way down the stairs.

Oh, where's the husband, you may ask? Mom and I ran away from him when I was seven.

I say husband, because that's all he ever was.

I never considered him to be my father- he's just the man that made our lives a living hell. A husband.

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[Mashiho's P.O.V.]

Oh no, mom had broken one of dad's favourite vases- the one that was super expensive.

This wasn't going to be good.

"Are you stupid? Look what you've done!" And so it began, I really didn't want to stay any longer.

We had just settled into a small house owned by mom, and while carrying the vase out of a box, mom had experienced a sudden jolt of pain in her arm making her drop it- she really didn't mean to. But dad couldn't see that. He couldn't understand. He never did.

"I-It was an accident." I heard mom reply.

I always wondered; why didn't mom fight back? Why didn't she just look him in the eye, call him a sick bastard, and get divorce papers? That's what I would've done if I were her.