Insane Jisung FF

8

"What happened to you? You just walked out and left me there." Hyuna talked to me on the phone. I know the sudden walking out that I did yesterday worried her. I didn't want to worry her but my sudden outburst of negative emotions took over me. I even forgot that I went there for Jaemin and Yeona's anniversary. "I'm sorry, I just...I didn't feel well."

Well, I actually am. I just had an extreme tummy ache last night, turns out it was dysmenorrhea. That explains why I was emotional yesterday. "You okay? Do you want me and Yeona to come over?" 

"N-no, I'll be alright." I was sweating hard from the pain. I don't even know if I could attend classes tomorrow with this pain. Plus, the interschool field day is coming up, that's what I've been praying for my whole high school life. I want to go...no...I need to go. "Are you sure? You don't sound so good."

"I'm alright. I just need some rest. Call you again later, bye!" I hung up. I didn't even hesitate. I could talk anymore, it makes the pain worse. I just want to lie in bed and sleep it out. Tomorrow, I'll be back to normal. I have to be, I still need to help with the banner making and attend the dance presentation for the opening ceremony. Ari's going to be there, I have to show her that I'm better than her. Otherwise, she'll think she won. "Haeji, you okay?" Mom opened the door to my room to see me all sweaty. "I'm fine, just a slight dysmenorrhea."

"Really? By the way, can you help me with the dishes? There are too many. Plus the nanny went home yesterday, nobody's going to do it." I stood up with my weak body. I felt slightly dizzy, but it faded away after seconds later. "You look pale, have you drank enough water?" I nodded at her. I didn't want to do it. I want to scream at her but she's my mom. If I'm a good debater, she's better. "I have my menstruation, of course, I'll be pale." Her eyes widened. I don't know if it was insulting to her, but I didn't mean to do that. All I just wanted was to inform her that I'm not in my best condition. She looks mad at me for some reason, and I'm about to find out. 

"Don't use your damn attitude on me," she pointed her finger at me. I felt weaker, becoming more mentally exhausted with her words. "I'm not, mom."

"It doesn't mean you have dysmenorrhea, you can use that as an excuse to not help." Here we go again; my mom and her exaggerated sense of hearing. It's been years, and I'm used to it now. Even though I still hate it every time this happens. "Mom, I literally stood up. I'm going down stairs, I'm going to do the dishes."

"I didn't raise you to be this disrespectful."

Oh well, a typical asian mom.

She went on for minutes. That left me standing up for minutes too, with my dysmenorrhea. I'm done complaining, I'm done explaining, I'm done listening.  I ran downstairs to wash the dishes, but I accidentally dropped to spoon. It caused noise, and that scared the shit out of me. "Kim Haeji!"

Oh well, here we go again.

"Do you want to go live with your dad and his new wife? Oh, maybe you want to live alone like your brother? Hell no! You still can't even wash the dishes properly, how can you live on your own." Dad and his new wife, it doesn't hurt me in anyway. I'm not sensitive with this issue because mom has my stepdad too. That went on until I finish the last dish on the sink. That's when I finally plopped on my bed getting ready to sleep. I played NCT U's from home in my earphones.

Now playing...

NCT U- From Home

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When we shine bright...

I'm alive...

In the CT nal noraehae...

I slowly drifted off to the dream world. Slowly, letting my body settle on my mattress. Letting my mind rest.

I was crying in front of Jisung, I didn't want that to happen but it already did. "Why are you crying? Did someone make you sad?" He asked me.

"You must be mistaken...I'm not crying because I'm sad..." I gasped for air. I found myself sobbing, "...I feel humiliated! I'm humiliated!"

"You...you already know?"

"Jisung, you shouldn't have done that!" I pushed him away with all my strength. It was enough to make him take a step back. "I should've known," I turned around. I left him alone.

He must feel proud right now, after what he has done.

I went home with a frown. It just seems like I didn't know how to smile anymore. Mom approached me, seeing the way I acted. "You okay? Yah, what's wrong?" Tears started dripping on my cheeks. Seconds later, I started sobbing. Running towards my mom's chest. "Why are you crying?"

"I'm tired..."

I woke up the next morning, sweaty. That was a weird dream, it must be my hormones. I looked at the time, 3:33 pm. Oh shit, it's the demonic hour. I did feel scared. I guess I watch a lot of psychology facts on tiktok. After a minute of thinking, I couldn't see myself sleep. The pain faded away, and I'm surprised to see a hot pack on my stomach. Mom, probably was the one who placed it there.

It's early, what should I do?

School's at 8.

Should I jog?

Too early for that.

Should I cook for my lunch? My own recipe for a kimbap. I like inventing dishes since I have a pretty unique taste. I hate too much veggies, and I don't like too much sweet stuff. I can eat lettuce, they're my favorite. Kimbap is my favorite dish to make. Its either I cut them into sushi rolls or I keep them rolled and long as it is. I guess this time, a simple kimbap won't hurt.

An eggroll kimbap.

With my dried seaweeds, eggs, spam, and a lot more ingredients. I made atleast 2 lunchbox. One for mom and one for me. My little sister Saewon is a picky eater. She only likes western type of food because of all these western kids shows that she watches. She see them eat some waffles and that's the only thing she'll eat. That's what I hate about her. I'm also a picky eater, but not to her extent.

I wonder what kind of food Jisung likes?