Soyoo's P.O.V.
"SOYAH!"
deng.
"For fuhg's sake", I swore, while I patted my head, and the spot that got hit.
"Where do you think you're going?! And looking like that!", Mom shouted. "Only God above knows what the neighbours think when they see you coming back home! Can't you take better care of yourself?!"
I couldn't answer much, or disagree with her.
I was covered in mud and my school uniform was all dirty, the same school uniform she always tried to keep clean for as long as possible.
That's just because she didn't want to spend money every single time to get it washed, dried and cared of.
Mother of the year, right?
"I'm sorry, Eomma...", I began to mumble while getting up, but she just wouldn't listen, and kept shouting at me.
"You disgrace! How am I supposed to deal with you if you don't even try to stay clean?", she continued, while hitting me lightly - if that was possible - on my shoulder.
But why was I in that situation?
Well. I tried so desperately to sneak into our house by passing under the window in the kitchen, and then straight to the back door. I knew I could do it without getting caught.
I was used to it.
She used to get something to drink during the afternoon, when she just wanted to forget that she had a daughter to educate, alias, most of the days.
I thought she would just fall asleep on the couch, as usual.
But this time, she was there.
Waiting for me.
Right by the window.
With a damn frying pan.
"Aish! Why won't you say anything, Soyah!", she asked, raising her voice, as if I was deaf.
Well, that would be too good to be true...
"Will you stop poking me with that?", I said, trying to keep that thing dangling like a clave from Mom's hand away from me. "Bet it still has oil stains from food... Did you wash it, at least?" The disgust in my voice was real, since the answer was obvious, but I managed to cover it a little by keeping my eyes down, while I checked if I could just escape her and make it in time to go to my bedroom without a frying pan flying to my back.
Our house was very small, but at least it was not part of a dormitory or a huge building with many people to deal with.
We were surrounded by them, but we had the little advantage of independence.
That's very rare in Korea, if you ask any Korean netizen.
I would have been glad of that, if I wasn't stuck with such a person.
When I raised my eyes, Mom glanced at the frying pan, first, as if she was really thinking about it, then looked at me. "What does that even mean, huh? Isn't it your duty to wash the dishes?", her eyebrows raised like an eagle's wings while she said that, as if it was the most obvious thing ever to use her own daughter for all kinds of jobs.
"Ah! How can you be so insolent? Come here, you-", she tried to reach for me from the window, losing her balance. I got to distance myself a little faster than her movement came, and went for a run to the back door.
Meanwhile, she was probably still trying not to fall into the ground from the window.
That would have been something to see.
"SOYAH!", I heard shouting from behind the corner I just turned.
I wasn't even caring about her. She could shout all day, for what I cared.
After all, she is the one always blabbing about my image and the others thinking bad of me, but she is okay with screaming like a mad catlady? Okay...
What mattered the most was me getting the key I hid in one of the holes I digged... at the base of one of the threes that divided us from the neighbours.
I know, yuck, so dirty.
But that was one of the least possible places where she would look into.
Because, yeah, she did not care about her daughter. Check.
She wanted everything done for her. Check.
And she would look into her not-so-wanted daughter's stuff, even if she did not care about her, so the daughter would hide things like that? Check.
Here you have the perfect list of things if you ever wonder if you were adopted, or simply if the age crisis came earlier for your mother, who could be acting like a psycho.
Once I got the small key, I opened the door as fast as I could, run upstairs on the wooden old stairs and locked myself up in the safest place of the planet: my bedroom.
It was not one of those big and luxurious places of rich kids, but it was comfy enough for a medium bed beside a window, small walls with drawings and papers glued together, shelves for books, a dusty carpet, a desk and some chairs. It was good enough for me, since it was the only room on that floor, except for the bathroom.
Mom lived at the First floor, where there were the already known kitchen, a 'living room' or 'place for a TV and a couch', and a room for food and other useful things.
I could hear Mom swearing and throwing insults to her dear God, while she was heavily marching towards the stairs. I just waited for her to come to my door, hitting it while demanding to enter, threatening me to not feed me, and other beautiful and sweet phrases every single mother of the universe tells her daughter.
That was one typical way of how things went for me, Kim Soyoo, at the age of 19 years old.
No, my name was NOT Soyah.
Mom was always so lazy to even spell my name and the informal part differently, so instead of "Soyoo" and "-ah", she just went for Soyah.
REALLY, a genius.
I just calmly put my rucksack on the floor, while undressing and listening to my Mom's voice.I looked at my uniform reflected in the mirror standing in front of me, before taking it off.
What a mess. I sighed at the sight, and while I was taking my skirt off I looked at the computer on my desk.
One obvious thought crossed my mind. I opened the black computer, and a beautiful picture of the Hawaiian sea was there. I've never been to Hawaii, so, nope, not my pic, but that's a common thing to have HD pics of places so far away you'll probably never visit.
Gosh, I'm so dramatic.
I used the touchpad to reach the music folder, and clicked one of my favourite songs.
🎧
When I heard the strong voice of Lee Jooheon-oppa storming out, all the bad thoughts went straight to the trash can of my mind.
I could have put the Official Music Video of Hero, but I still had parts to learn, so I had been stuck with the lyrics for a while. Not my fault if Jooheon-oppa's rap is God-like!
My face shaped into the typical angry look of a hard stan when she's listening to her boys, and I started jamming to the song with my head, too.
"Are you listening to that shitty bunch of gays, again?", shouted Mom, for what I could hear.
"What did I do to raise such a failure of girl who listens to failed men?", she kept saying, while banging to the door. Not even BigBang's backup dancers would have been able to be like that.
"Whatever you say, Eomma", I replied, rolling my eyes and putting the school uniform on a chair. Then I wore an oversized white shirt with no shirts. Nochu would love my style.
When Lee Minhyuk's part came, my heart skipped a beat.
It was that voice and those long blond hair that made me fall for him so bad, one year before. Later I would have found myself calling him bias and other not-so-innocent terms.
He was such a cute and beautiful sunshine, a bless to this world, like he was the gift that whoever watches us from above wanted to send me to make amend for all the bad things happened in my life.
I watched as the words kept flooding under my eyes. "I really wish you were a hero who came and saved me, Oppa...", I whispered, as my Mom kept making her nonsense noise and I closed my eyes. I rested my arm and head next to the computer, done for that day.
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YO!
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