When dialogue is in italics it means it's spoken in English... when regular that means they are speaking in Korean.
I would be lying if I said I wasn't mad.
Because I'm absolutely fuming.
However, you'd never know. I've become particularly good at hiding what's inside, so good that no one ever suspects what's going on at home anymore. I'm pretty sure they just assume all is well.
All is it not well.
But I will act like all is well so that I don't get asked questions.
When I'm feeling like this, I always find myself wandering around. It doesn't really matter where, just as long as I can see something, Anything, I don't care
Just as long as it takes my mind off things.
I clench my fists at my side, trying to think of anything but what's awaiting me back at home. The sky is quite beautiful today, as well as the weather. Not too hot, not too cold either.
My fingers find their way to my headphones, popping them in for a further escape. I quickly press 'shuffle', the sound of piano filling my ears as I make my way down the streets of LA.
"Excuse me?" A small voice disrupts my music, my eyebrows furrowing.
"Uh-miss excuse me?" The voice comes again.
Confused, I turn around to see two Asian boys staring at me. They seem to lighten up a bit when I actually acknowledge them, so I take out out my headphones almost as quickly as I put them in.
"Can I help you?" I ask, their smiles growing.
"Y-yes, my name Jungkook," One with Brown hair says, gesturing to his friend, "His name is-"
I wait for them to continue but they only stare at me blankly, exchanging glances awkwardly.
"My name is Lailah," I say, filling in the weird silence.
"Lailah?" Jungkook confirms, my head nodding on it's own. I study him quickly, checking out his strangely fashionable outfit. It consists of a black beanie with "xxx" etched on it, along with an oversized white T-shirt, jean jacket, black jeans and white sneakers.
I do a once over of my own outfit, happy that I somehow managed to put effort into it today. My style is usually formed around comfort rather than fashion, considering my oversized hoodie that I'm wearing as a dress right now. However, usually I'll play it up with something like with the knee high boots I'm wearing now.
"Ask her if she can come eat with us," Suga says to Jungkook, my ears picking up on his Korean words.
"We should have planned this out, how do I ask that?" Jungkook laughs, his cheeks turning red.
"I can speak Korean," I speak up, watching their eyes widen.
"Do you need help with something?" I ask, holding back a smile at their reactions.
"Are we aloud to ask a Korean speaker? Is that against the rules?" Jungkook whispers, Suga quickly shaking his head.