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Kris' POV
*Tugsh*
"Ouch! Noona! Y-yah! Wae iraeyo?"
(Ouch! Sis, why are like this?)
"Wake up! You're going to be late!"
"A-arrasseo, neh. Naega il eoseol geos-ida! Geunyang naege obun jegong."
(I got it. I'll get up. Just give me five minutes.)
"Aba't-"
"Oh! Arrasseo! Naneun ireona."
(Fine. I'll wake up.)
I closed my eyes when I heard complete silence. Then suddenly, I heard sobs that made me panic. I looked at my sister and she was crying silently.
"Ugh!" I mentally calmed myself. "Hush. Uljima noona. Mianhaeyo. I'll take a bath, just stop crying okay? Mian," I said as I grabbed my towel to show her that I'll follow what she said.
(Hush. Don't cry sis. I'm sorry. I'll take a bath just stop crying. Sorry)
And she stopped crying. I know her too well. "Really? You'll drive me to school too?" She said while wiping her tears. I was about to nod when... wait...
"I didn't say that!" I refused and then she started bawling.
Now she looks like a fucking crying seesaw. Tch.
"Fine! I'll do what you want. Just please, let me have a peaceful morning noona." I almost begged. She then smiled widely and walked out of my room. Tsk, she always win. Why does she have to be that childish?
I'm Kris Wu. 21 years of age. I'm not old. I have a sister. That's all. They say that I'm a gangster because of, maybe my ways of dressing up (that sounds girly tho) or maybe because people always find me when there's a fight in school or outside. But gangster is still a big word and I'm definitely not one of them.
I hate seeing my sister cry. Actually we're twins. But my eomma said that she's older than me because she was born 3 minutes earlier before I was.
I took a bath, do my morning rituals then went down the stairs. I kissed my mother's cheek and said 'good morning' to dad.
I have a great relationship with them. They're the most sweet parents I know. Too sweet to the point that I want to separate them with each other even for just one day. They're sweetness just pains my eyes.
While eating..
"Anak! Masarap ba?" My mom suddenly asked. She's talking about this thing with carrots, mushrooms and water. I think it's a soup. I looked at her seriously.
"Never cook soups mom. Jebal." I replied. I never lied when it comes to her cooking. It's just.. cooking's not her style but she's trying hard to cook.
(Jebal : please.)
"Tsk, Gago to ah. Masarap naman ah? Diba hon?" She asked dad. And that's what I got when I tell the truth. She always curses me!
"A-ah? Hahaha! Ang ganda ng kisame natin hon no?" My dad looked away. Hah! I told her!
My mom rolled her eyes as my dad tried to think on how to change her mood. I chuckled as I put my spoon down and wiped my mouth. "Dad, Mom. I'm done. I'll go ahead" I said and took my black bag and yelled at the stairs, hoping that my sister will hear me.
"Noona! Get in the car now! I'm going to school!" I shouted again. I bid my goodbye to my dad and kissed my mom's cheeks. I'm sweet I know.
"Bye son take car. And please speak Filipino, you're in the Philippines now." My mom said. "Your mom is right. Gayahin mo ko nagsasalita ng Filipino." He proudly said then held my mother's waist tightly.
It's too early for another sweet moment dad. Please.
"Nae Eommoni. Naneun galgeoya!"
"Yes mom. I'll go."
I'm used in speaking English because when we're 6, we migrated at the US from Korea, then last 2 years, we went back here in the Philippines. I have to repeat some years of highschool several times that's why I'm 21 now. We're born here but I can't speak their dialect well. Words will do, but sentences? Nope. It's a tongue twister for me!
Finally after years my sister got to my car. "Seriously.. what did you do? It almost took a half hour for you to get your bag? What are you? A turtle?" I told her.
"Yah! Who are you talking to?! Ate mo ako no!" She tried to defend herself.
"Don't use that as an excuse. Just admit that you're so slow." I mocked her and as the normal her, she just pouted like a kid and crossed her arms.
"Binubully mo ako! Isusumbong kita kina eomma!"
"Yeah yeah."
After a long ride, we finally arrived at our university.
Yeah you saw it right. My mom gave that university to us on my noona's 18th birthday, which is my birthday too. Remember, we're twins.
But I don't take responsibilities. My sister's too stubborn to hold that so that's why we hired a principal.
*Phone rings*
I answered my phone though I'm not used of using it. Dunno, it's boring.
"Yeah?" I answered.
"Aren't you not familiar with hello?" His voice. It's Baekhyun.
"Aniyo. Why?"
(Aniyo : No)
"Hahaha! We're here in the parking lot. Where are you?"
"I'm here parking number 45 come here. I don't want to look for all of you."
"Psh, tamad mo talaga."
"Mweoragu?!" I asked trying to confirm what he said.
(What did you say?!)
Though i'm not speaking Filipino, I can understand it. I don't want to look dumb when there's other people's around. I never looked dumb to others.
"Nothing. We're here. Turn around." He said as I ended the call and turned around.
And there I saw them. My friends but they call them as my gangmates. Abnormal friends being judged by abnormal people.
I'll introduce them to you for those who don't know them yet. If you do, you can skip this part.
(Lahat po dito at fact about sa EXO. But about dun sa mga bussines and age nila. Imbento ko lang yun.)
Baekhyun, 18 our mood booster. When he's around it's like we have our own clown. Not because of his looks like one but because he's happy to be with.
