Now we don't have an answer anymore. Now I hate this, hate you. ~4minute, hate
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
Yoojung stood at the doorway of the bookshop and held back tears. Although the bookshop was huge and the bookshelves were filled with books, it looked like the books hadn't been touched in years. The floor was thick with dust and the windows were so dirty that she couldn't see anything through it.
Yoojung realised how very pathetic they must have looked, the three of them, standing in the doorway of a huge bookshop.
That was all he was anyway, pathetic.
It must have run in his side of the family, the only hope being her mother.
Her missing mother.
Not dead, yoojung reminded herself for the 10th time that day. Mum wouldn't have died, she's strong. Stronger than they think. Strong enough to not be affected by him. Anyway, she wouldn't have abandoned me. Not with him.
Her mother was alive, somewhere out there. But in the meantime, yoojung was stuck with him.
Yoojung had a mental list of what he was.
An idiot of a son, a drunkard of a husband and a failure of a father.
She had refused to acknowledge him as her father after her mother had left.
"So, how is it?" He said, attempting to smile.
"I've seen it before. It doesn't change." Yoojung glanced up and they held eye contact for a split second before she scowled and looked back at the ground.
She hated that both their eyes were the same shade of brown, but it was better to inherit that than his rotten personality.
It was true though, that the place hadn't changed since she was an infant, except the added layer of dirt and the three of them, standing in the doorway with their suitcases.
"Don't be rude yoojung." Her grandmother chastised her. She seemed tiny, all wrapped up in colourful scarves.
Sometimes, yoojung thought that her grandmother was too nice, too willing to accept the fact that all he hadn't done anything to help their current situation. All he had done when chaerin's mother had gone missing was drink and cry in his room.
Yoojung knew he had been drinking and gambling long before her mother had left. She had set at the dining table with her mother in the morning, waiting for him to come home, eating fruit loops.
And even when he did, the shouting and screaming between her parents showed that yoojung's mother had had enough of his bullshit.
Yoojung had never looked at fruit loops quite the same way again.
Her grandma had only joined the two of them later, when he suggested she move out of her cardboard hole of an appartment and stay with them in the bookshop to look after yoojung while he tried to pick their lives back on the right track.
The bookshop.
Their new home.
What the actual hell.
It was his fault, all his fault. He gambled away his money, his daughters trust and love, even his own wife. Yoojung missed the old apartment, with its sky blue walls. She missed the view of the stars from the tiny window in her room, where she could imagine she was living on a star, where she was another girl with another name, another identity.
She could do none of these things here in this dusty shop.
He picked up his luggage and trudged inside, shoulders stooping.
It was the first time in nearly three weeks that she'd seen him this somber.
Shaking her head, she picked up both hers and her grandmothers luggage and followed after.
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Yoojung was to share a room with her grandmother.
The bookshop had five rooms. One that was huge and held all the books, one that held miscellaneous things, one that was to be his room and a tiny bathroom. The other room was for yoojung and her grandmother to share.
There was only one power plug in the room, which was just as well, because yoojung only needed one plug to charge her phone and her grandma didn't have a phone.
Yoojung attempted to make the room more homey, putting up a few posters of a few kpop groups and hanging pictures on the walls of her and her mother.
"You should throw those away. Why would you keep them? Bad memories."
Yoojung started, and turned around to find him looking at the photos with emotionless eyes.
Yoojung grit her teeth, and took a deep breath. "You should get out. This isn't your room."
After a few strained seconds of looking at her, he held out a crumpled $10 note to yoojung.
"You should get something. Get something to eat maybe, or new clothes. Wear something other than-" he bit his lip, and chaerin followed his gaze to the old black hoodie she was wearing.
Her mother had gotten it for her when she was 12, and now, four years later when her life was a mess, she wore it 24/7. Wearing the hoodie was calming, and she treated it like a safety barrier from the rest of the world. It also held the faint smell of lavender, which reminded yoojung of her mother who had always smelled like lavender.
Yoojung closed her eyes for a few moments, forcing herself not to scream at him. Calm down, don't show any emotion.
"You should get out." She said, stony faced.
After a few moments, he did.
Yoojung smoothed out the $10 note and carefully put it in her previously empty wallet.
Money was precious when you so often had none at all.
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heyro I'm back with a new story heh :-) previously I wrote a markoeun story if you don't know, but after reading it I decided it was really cringe and koreaboo so I unpublished it HAHA so I hope you enjoy this new story ^^ I'm hoping this dosent flop cos I spent alot of time thinking about the storyline :))
so ayee there isn't any like kpop idols included yet but soon ill be including idols from seventeen, wanna one, akmu, red velvet and maybe many more?
btw this fanfic isnt all angsty angsty theres gonna be a bit of romance? but not a lot kind of like the high school cute cute type ;))
I might not update this very often (?) but ill try to write when I have time :D
thank you for reading 💗 if you vote and comment it would be greatly appreciated 😊
