The juvenile eight-year-old youngster sat perched her bedroom window, gazing vacantly into the frigid, pitch-black night. She parted her swollen lips, throbbing after biting down it enough to make it bleed.
"Why mommy?", she murmured ever so softly. "Why is daddy so mean?". Tears began to lifelessly fall from her eyes as she sat alone in the pitch dark room listening to the painful cries of her mother next door.
๐๐ฉ๐บ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ?
Little did the young girl know why the screams stopped abruptly.
She paddled toward the door, placing her ear on it just to hear utter silence. The tears have stopped flowing now, making her red tear-stained face sticky. She hesitantly opened the door- and screamed.
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-9 years later-
"I'm never doing that again," Eungi said, slamming the door of her car, angrily making her way to the car elevator.
"Why can't you just get along with them! They are my siblings! Your soon-to-be inlaws! At least pretend to like them?" I protested, chasing after her like a lost puppy. I hurried after her as we got into the elevator together and she smacked aggressively on the only button on the elevator.
I flinched as the elevator jerked up and started accelerating us up to the 17th floor. "Why can't she just shut her damn mouth up and stop judging me.", she spat.
๐๐ข๐บ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ณ๐ต.
"Eun that's my sister your talking about!"
"I don't care. Whenever I see her, she pisses me off like nothing else."
"Please Euni? For me? At least pretend to like her, so she doesn't hate you as much?" I look at her, sticking out my tongue attempting to do aegyo.
"Fine, fine. Just stop trying to do aegyo. It's not gonna work." ๐๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ. ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ. We ended up waiting in the elevator in complete silence.
๐๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ. As the elevator opened Eungi immediately rushed out. ๐๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ญ๐บ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ'๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐บ๐ฆ๐ฅ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ด๐ฆ? "Eun, I'm going to Nayeon's place!", I hollered out.
And as per usual, I got no reply back. She probably isn't going to give me a ride. I guess I'll just have to make my way there myself then.
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Not long after, I reached Nayeon's shared apartment. I rang the doorbell twice looking around.
I knocked on the door waiting for a answer.
Nothing.
I knocked again a bit harder this time.
But even when I waited a minute, 2 minutes, 4 minutes, 5 minutes, there was no answer.
Putting my bag down, I tried to open the door myself.
๐๐ญ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ. It opened.
I sighed in relief and peeked my head inside.
I could see two beds, one on the right and one on the left. The right one had black sheets, black pillows, and even a black frame. The walls on the right side as decorated with rock star posters and punk rock. There was also a leather jacket on the chair.
I could tell Nayeon's new roommate was a punk-boy. Or maybe emo?
Suddenly I was engulfed in a hug. My vision was being completely filled with a mop of bright pink hair. "Yoon-ah! You never call, you never visit, I was so worried!". Nayeon scolded.
"Stop it Nae! You're starting to sound like Jae. I think he's rubbing off on you.", I smirked, patting her head.
"Stop that! I'm your older!". She pulled my hand off her hand and stomped back inside.
"JAE! THE BRATS HERE!", Nayeon shouted. "Seriously wh- oh. Fuck"
*drops mug.
"WHAT THE FRICK FRACK TIC TAC PATTY WACK HEART ATTACK SNICK SNACK QUARTERBACK BIG MACK RACE ATTACK DOUBLE BACK GUY NAMED JACK DID YOU JUST SAY?", shouted back from the kitchen making his way to me engulfing me in a hug.
"Yoon-ah I've missed you. How are you and Eungi? Have you done anything yet?", he wiggles his eyebrows at me.
I sigh and look down sadly. "Aish Yoon-ah I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brung that up." He tightened around me pulling me to the couch to sit down.
"It's ok Jae. It's just that...sometimes I feel like she doesn't love me. Like we're not even in a relationship. " I mumble, my eyes becoming glassy, and tears threatening to fall.
Jae rubs my back attempting to calm me down. "And we've been fighting so much recently. Even about the smallest of things. What if she stops loving me? What if she didn't even love me in the first place?" I moan and sob harder.
I felt the couch sink and another pair of arms around me. Between my two best friends, I feel safe, secure. Everything I should feel when I'm with Eunji. I'm sure she loves me. She just has problems showing it. Well, that's what I tell myself at least.
As I calmed down, a grin spreads on Nayeon's face...and what happens when she has one of her oh so good schemes, which ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ fail might I add.
"What are you thinking Nayeon." I sigh.
"What makes you think that I'm thinking of anything?", Nayeon trails, twiddling with her long turquoise bangs.
"That smile only appears when you have one of those bad ideas you have." I groan.
"Well, my little mochi. I'm going to help you get your girl!" Nayeon claps happily. Looking at Jae for support.
"Na I don't think this is a go-. Ah! I mean...I'll help you too Yoon-ah." Jae smiles reassuringly at me.
"Thanks, guys. I don't know what I'd do without you. But I'm not sure how you're going to make Eunji fall in love with me when he can barely tolerate my presence right now."
"Don't worry! Leave it to us! I promise you, by the end of this year, you're going to feel Eungi's vagina going u- HEY WHAT WAS THAT FOR?", Nayeon pouted as Jae hits the back of her head.
I smiled at the two bickering people. Oh, how I missed this.
Nayeon regained her posture and stared at me directly in the eyes. "But first...but first we need a makeover," she said, smirking evilly.