The flight seemed eternal. Hours and hours beside Yoon-Suh were stressful. She was bragging about her big room. "How can I furnish it? Maybe Dad can buy that beautiful room me and mom saw in the catalog, you know the pink and yellow one. It would be perfect if I painted the walls in light sky blue."

Kitsch. She wants to be a stylist but to be honest, her fashion sense is worse than mine. "I wonder if you'll be able to at least put a single bed inside the small one." She says full of herself. "You know, since I'm the princess I deserve the big room. You are just the second choice. If Mom and Dad could have chosen, I'm sure they would choose me."

Can I punch her? Please someone say yes!

Now jokes aside, she wasn't like this when we were kids. She was cool and funny, she was my best friend. Yoon-Suh wanted to become a martial artist. One day she changed, I don't know why. She became selfish, vain, and arrogant. I really miss the old Yoon-Suh. Nevertheless, I wish to punch her. I'm reaching my limit.

After speaking for an hour, she finally falls asleep and I can finally relax. I look over to Mom and she also is sleeping. I took the art book from my carry-on luggage and I started to read the book my friends gifted me. After I read about half of the book, I started to feel sleepy and closed my eyes just for a second.

I woke up startled by someone touching me, I didn't know how much time passed. I opened my eyes and saw Mom taking the book out of my hands, "Are we there?" I asked still half asleep.

"No dear go on sleeping." She said putting a strand of hair behind my left ear. "What the hell is that?" Ok, now I'm fully awake. "What the hell did you do Yoonah?"

"Oh, Mommy. Don't yell so loud is just a tattoo. the shit and my Hoseok also have that." Yoon-Suh, tell her.

I look at her in disbelief. Wait, she knew and didn't say anything? Why she didn't tell them to look better? "Don't worry Mommy I would never do something so disgraceful." She said shaking her head in disapproval. No, she is as calculative as always. Sorry for thinking otherwise.

"When we land be ready to be punished." She said still disappointed, but then added, in a strangely sweet voice. "Now go back to sleep the way is still long." I don't know why but she always does that voice every time we go back to a holiday. I don't really understand that.

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We were waiting for Dad to come and Mom was still nagging about the tattoo. "Why did you have to ruin your skin like that? Don't you know that they're permanent? Even if you decide to get rid of it, it would leave a scar. And what about the work? Do you really think that someone would hire you with that thing?"

"Mom, first I did because I wanted to, I know it's permanent and no I don't want to get rid of it. Second, I can hide it with make-up, and last, I don't have any intention to work here and you know it."

"What if you start to like staying here? What if you find your ideal work here?"

"Mom please, we already had this conversation. I will finish high school here, but I will go back to Canada for Uni. One year and I'll go back home."

"This is your home Yoonah."

"No, this is your home. Dad's home and Yoon-Suh's home. You have friends here I don't have anything here, don't get me wrong." I told her when I saw her open her mouth, "I know I have you here, but not my friends. My friends are all in Canada."

"You can make new friends. Take example from your sister, she has many friends."

"Her friends are vain and superficial, like her. I don't need friends like that."

"I really don't understand why you're against it."

"Mom please, we had this conversation over the years and my version never changed. I was bullied here and you know. They closed e in a damned locker, and forgot about me for Christ's sake." At mentioning the locker accident Mom paled visibly.

"Ok," she sighs resigned, "but you're still my daughter no matter what happened." She said putting her forehead against mine. "And I love you."

"I know. And I love you too."

"Anyway, you need to be punished." We are interrupted by the sound of the horn of Dad's car.

When we loaded the trunks and hopped in, Mom looked at me and started talking with Dad. "Your daughter got a tattoo."

"Yoon-Suh what..."

"No," Mom stops him. "Your eldest daughter."

"What the...Yoonah what did you do, don't you know that you can't erase it?"

"Mom already lectured me. Can we skip to the punishment?" I told him. He looks at me through the back mirror very angry. "Sorry Dad, I'm just tired."

"I'll talk to your mother and we decide the punishment."

"Ok, and sorry." I take out my phone and put on some music then open the group chat.

Wifey: Guys, we arrived, and I already miss you so much. Anyway, Yoon-Suh and my parents know about the tattoo.

MyJoy: 🤬🤬🤬 I bet that that shitty sister of yours told them.

Wifey: 🤷‍♀️strangely not, she knew but didn't say anything.

MyJoy: 🤯did she finally lose it?

Wifey: 🤷‍♀️IDK, by the way why Hobi isn't replaying?

MyJoy: he is grounded.

Wifey: 😲 did his parents find the tattoo?

MyJoy: 🙅‍♀️no, it's for the car.

Wifey: 🤨

MyJoy: one word. Namjoon😤.

Wifey: what about him?

MyJoy: you will find out. Now I need to go. I miss you, baby.

Wifey: ooook, I think!? And I miss you too. Say hi to Hobi for me ok.

I put away the phone and rest my head on the car window. When we were finally home all I wanted to do was sleep, I was really tired and Yoon-Suh didn't stop talking for a second.

The house was the same as I remember, but before getting in Dad took me aside.

"I will think of what to do tomorrow but for now, I put in your room a surprise. I know how much you didn't want to come back, so I thought about something that would help you. Now let me look at this thing." He said moving my head and getting my hair out of the way.

"See it's not so visible. I can hide it with make-up." He sighs and strokes my cheek.

"You know I don't have anything against tattoos, but I would've liked it if you first talked to me about it."

"I think you mistook me for your other daughter, you know, the one that always has whatever she wants."

"Yoonah!"

"Did I say something wrong? If she wants something she just has to cry for you and Mom gives her whatever she wants; if I, want something you need to think about it for weeks just to say no."

"Yoonah, this is the last warning."

"I'm sorry, we wanted proof of our friendship and just decided on the spot."

"Ok," he said kissing my forehead. "Now let's go inside."

My room wasn't particularly small, but not even big. Dad put a really cool library and, on the desk, a new laptop was shining. I didn't expect it, a new laptop was something I was going to buy soon, mine was on the verge of collapsing anytime soon. Now I didn't have to worry about that.

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The morning after still a little jet-legged, I was summoned to Dad's studio.

"Your mom and I talked about it and we decided that..." I look at them gulping, "...you will pay half of the laptop" I let out a sigh of relief but Dad stopped it.

"Not so fast, Yoonah." He said. "And you will apply here for university. At least for a year."

"No," I almost yell. "I will not. If you want, I will repay full the laptop but I will never apply here for university. Not even for a second."

"Oh, yes. You will. You understand that this is a punishment, right!"

"If you force me to, I will run away. I don't want to stay here more than necessary."

"In that case, I want your card and the passport, so you can't do anything without my consent. This afternoon I will call the bank."

"But that's my money, I worked hard to gain them. You can't take them away."

"I will not, I'll make sure you cannot run away with them. It's different."

With that, I stomped outside of the studio to get what he wanted and give him that, and then I went out of the house. I was walking aimlessly through the neighborhood and entered a small cafe I sat near the window, it was cozy and kind of give a good calm vibe, I was still pissed at Dad that when the waiter come to get my order I spoke in English.

«A coffee, please.»

"Me...English. Appa, how do I say 'I don't speak English' in English?"

"Omo, I'm sorry. I was lost in thoughts. A coffee, please." I looked at him, he looked quite familiar but I didn't really know why.

"You know you seem familiar. Did we meet somewhere?" I was about to answer when a man came out of the door.

"Stop hitting on customers, Jimin." I look at him again and he smiles at me. Same, he is the same Park Jimin of my childhood. I looked away not to let him see my face better.

His father looks at me and asks «Is everything alright miss?»

"Yes," I tell him in Korean. "I may have startled him. I was thinking and instinctively spoke in English, sorry."

"Nothing to worry about. He may be willing to learn English, like this. Anyway, your coffee will be ready shortly."

"Thank you." Then the two of them go to the counter. I already met one of the people I didn't want to meet. Great. Please don't let him recognize me. My notification bell rings and I get my phone out of my pocket.

Jinnie: Nanah, did you arrive home?

Nanah: yes Oppa, when are you coming back?

Jinnie: we are about to board. Listen I gave your number to Namjoon, is that ok with you?

Nanah: 👍 yes, it's not a problem at all

Jinnie: I think he will call you the moment we land. And please not a word about the kiss Nam gave you. I don't want to get killed.

Nanah: 😂😂😂 sure, I won't talk.

Jinnie: 😰😰😰😰 really, don't tell anything to Yoongi.

"What is it that you don't have to tell me?" I got startled and lost my grip on the phone which fell onto the table.

"Yo-Yoongi," I tell short of breath from the scare. "What are you doing here?"

"I asked Aunty, and she told me you were out so I searched around and I saw you through the window." He tells me. "Now what is the thing you don't have to tell me?"

"Well..." I looked up at him who sat in front of me. Half-truth won't kill anyone, right? "...Joonie will make me work where he works so I told Jin Oppa to give him my number."

He quirks an eyebrow, "Joonie? Joonie like Namjoon, Kim Namjoon?"

"Yeah, him," I tell uneasily. "Please don't kill anyone. It's just for work."

While we're talking Jimin appears with my coffee. "Here's your coffee."

"Oh, Yoongi-ah why are you here? Do you know this beautiful girl?"

"Yes, and..." he looks at me crossing my arms and shaking my head, please don't tell him who I am. Please. "...she's not for you." I sigh in relief.

"How stingy. At least tell me your name," he tells me.

"The name her parents gave her," Yoongi answers for me, I giggle.

"Now get me an iced americano, scram." He signals him to go away with the hand.

"Ok, now tell me why you don't want him to know that you are...you."

"You know why. I don't want to get bullied again and if he knows that Jungkook will know, and I don't want that, not yet."

"You know that they're not kids anymore right."

"And you know what I went through because of them. Can you blame me for not wanting them to know? Anyway, changing subject, school here has already started so why are you here it's not the weekend."

"School Foundation Anniversary. Since last year there had been problems this year, they decided to close the school for the day."

"Let me guess it has something to do with Jungkook and his peers. Correct me if I'm wrong."

He was silent, "See I was right. And you still say that they're not kids anymore. They made close the school on the anniversary, cuz."