After Mr. Park drove me home, I felt like dying. Well, I did die several times before during dinner, but now it feels better, but with a different level of dying. My stomach was so full that moving my feet was really painful.
I was walking on the lawn.
Mrs. Park also sent some extra dumplings to my mom. She cooked so much today that I had to carry the burden of all that. It didn't feel so great trying to keep my balance while trying not to die right on the spot.
Somehow my younger brother spotted me from outside his window. He probably thought I was drunk or something because I could hear him yelling at my mom that I was walking like a drunk man.
My mom burst out of the house and saw me with all those plastic bags in my hand that had food. She thought for sure that I brought home some beer bottles.
I earned myself a slap for carrying some dumplings.
I did explain to her that they were just some dumplings that Mrs. Park sent. Though she did yell at me for not letting her know that I was at Jimin's house.
Was she worried about me? No crap!
I was relieved when she finally talked to me after a long time. I felt happy. I didn't feel that for a long time.
I also didn't go over to Jimin's house for a long time either.
Today was a very weird day. Not only someone else found out about my song, I also got to have a disastrous dinner over at Jimin's house and I got to hear my mom finally talk to me.
Though she was yelling at me, I don't care.
I have mixed feelings about this.
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After I got all cleaned up and after I gave my brother a whack for laughing at me getting yelled at, I checked my phone.
Not for Jimin's texts. But for V Live.
I got what I didn't want anyways.
What day is it today?
Unknown Number
Do u evr stop txting?
Also
dont u hv a phone to check ur date?
You
First ans: no
Second ans: no
Unknown Number
Ok.
so wht?
You
So wht day is it today?
Unknown Number
Dont kno
Dont care
You
...
Asshole
Unknown Number
What
You
ASSHOLE
Unknown Number
MOTHERFUCKING asshole
You
SELF- FUCKING asshole
Unknown Number
...
Friday
You
Gud.
Im coming over to ur house tmrw
Unknown Number
No
You
Yes
Im also bringing Yoongi
Unknown Number
So ur saying
Ur just gon bring some dude IDK
to my house?
You
Yes
Also,
I kno u kno Yoongi
Unknown Number
Just bc I kno his name,
does it mean I hv to KNOW him?
You
Well, ur in a favor
Ur gon KNOW him tmrw
Unknown Number
Wht if I don wanna?
You
Im telling the whole schul u write songs
Also, I might just tell some
lies about u as well
Unknown Number
I thot u dint wanna b
'CAUGHT IN A LIE'
Again
You
Well now I do
Unknown Number
Rich kids r so spoiled
You
U rnt rich
Unknown Number
STFU
You
USTFU!
If u do 2 much
Im bringing my whole gang tmrw
Watch me 👀
Unknown Number
Asshole
You
MOTHERFUCKING asshole
Unknown Number
This kid is making me all depressed again. Now for him, I'm in a very bad mood.
Well, tomorrow is Saturday. Which meant the day after tomorrow is Sunday. Which meant today was Friday. Which also meant I didn't have to worry about school for two days and two nights.
Jimin ruins everything for me.
And I couldn't do anything about it. So I just sighed and went up to my mom. After I told her that Jimin and some others might come over tomorrow, she looked at me like I brought her an Olympic gold medal. So I just took out a popsicle out of the freezer and yeeted out of there as soon as possible.
I haven't been talking to anyone, well barely anyone, for over a year now. Having Jimin over was probably what surprised mom the most, and adding 'some others' didn't help the matter at all. She probably thinks I'm being more social or something.
I wasn't. Jimin was making me do all the crap.
There was a full moon tonight. And that guy's laughter (Jin was his name?) rang in my ears.
So I looked at the only photo that I had of my grandpa on my phone.
He had a permanent scowl planted all over his face. He used to live in Daegu, where I moved from when I was little. I don't remember my other relatives, but I remember this old, kinky man a lot.
Old. Kinky. But very precious.
I use to tell him everything. When I told him all the crap I used to do to my friends, an honest scowl was what I saw on his permanent- scowl face.
That was when I was eight or nine or so. That was the last time I went to him before everything fell out of place.
He passed away.
Few years later, it was my dad.
Seeing my dad get into an accident, I was encouraged as well.
My mom tried to provide for me, my brother and herself all together.
Everything lost order. Like a bead necklace, whose thread just got cut.
I didn't realize I was unconditionally crying. Sometimes I get so lost in my thoughts that...
I wiped the tears away and licked off of my popsicle. Turning off my phone, I went toward the art room, where I drew my emotions, my heart.
I drew a man who had a green beard. I want a green beard. I want to be like grandpa.
"I wanted to be like Einstein! But look at me now, dealing with a brainless garbage like you! If you say you wanna be like me again, YOU ARE GETTING A WHOOPING!"
I smirked. "Pfft, OK, dang. I wanna be like Einstein then." I answered him today after several years.
I kinda liked it tonight.
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