"Park Woojin, please come and collect your award." The audience applauds him as he walks up to the stage, collects his award and sits back down.

"See, this is why I wish you were intelligent." My mother whispers to me "You'd be getting scholarships too and then wouldn't have to pay as much for your education." I roll my eyes and smirk at her,

"Just wait a bit longer mum, if you read my application form I wasn't applying for an academic scholarship." She nods and then looks at me shocked.

"What else would you be able to do? You're useless." Thanks, mum. The principal kept on calling out names and I sat with my fingers crossed waiting for my name to be called out. I applied for a music scholarship, mum enrolled me in violin when I was really young and whilst she doesn't think I'm very good, most people tell me that I actually have some talent and potential to be really good.

"We have three recipients this year for our music scholarship." The principal says, several students and their parents held their breath.

"Han Chanyeol, Yoon Chaeyeon and," I stared intensely at the principal, maybe I could attempt mind control to make him call my name. "Jung Minjung." My mum looks at me shocked.

"Why would your talentless self apply for a music scholarship." She hisses,

"Apparently I'm not talentless because I just got it." She rolls her eyes and reluctantly claps and I, alongside the other two winners, go to collect my award.

"Congratulations on your scholarship, Minjung." Woojin whispers to me across the table.

"Thanks, you too." I whisper back, both of our mums sit down and mine slides a receipt across towards me.

"This is what you have to pay." I give her wide-eyed look.

"What?" I say, she gives me a pointed look "Fine." I move it to my left, quickly glancing at the price; it wasn't too much, I could afford it.

"Minjung's mother, you must be proud of your daughter." My mother wasn't, I could tell. Not having to pay as much for my education, she likes that bit but she still doesn't think I'm good at music so that takes away from the greatness of it. She plasters on a fake smile,

"Of course I am, just as you must be very proud of your son. But, please, how much must I tell you, call me Chunja." Woojin's smiles warmly and genuinely back, 

"Yes, I'm very proud." The waitress comes and delivers our drinks, I slowly, awkwardly spin my cup around only stopping from time to time to take a sip from it. Both of our mothers were taking animatedly, my mum was making a good effort to ignore me as much as possible and include Woojin as much as she can. Our food arrives; Woojin and his mother had full meals, so did my mother. Me, I had a pitiful plate with a cookie on it.

"Are you sure this is all she wants?" The waitress asks, slightly concerned for me. My mother laughs,

"You know teenage girls, always watching their weight." The waitress nods and leaves, that isn't true. I'm already ridiculously skinny, I'd rather be eating a lot but you just don't let me. I bite into the cookie and after a few minutes I finish it, everyone else had barely made a dent in their meals. Woojin looks at me and hesitates for a second.

"Do you want mine, Minjung? I'm not that hungry." He pushes his plate towards me and mum gives me a sharp look but I ignore her.

"Don't just give it me because I don't have much food, Woojin." I say, pushing the plate back only to have to pushed back in my direction again.

"No, it's okay. I'm not that hungry, I had quite a big and late breakfast." He takes my plate and swaps it with his "I'll be back in a second, I'll just go and get another pair of chopsticks for you." My mother picks up the plate and sticks it next to hers.

"You don't need this." I pull a face, Woojin comes back and sees his plate in a different spot to where he left it,

"I'm sorry, miss, but I offered this to Minjung and I'd prefer it if she ate it." He promptly picks the plate up and puts it in front of me once more, forcing a pair of chopsticks into my hand "Eat." I cautiously begin to eat what was left of his meal, my mother glaring at me from the corner of her eye.

"We'll see you on the weekend, right Chunja?" Woojin's mother inquires, she nods.

"Of course, Youngji." She smiles and we all wave goodbye, as soon as they're out of sight my mother slaps my arm "Why did you take his food?" I shrug,

"Because he gave it to me, and he was insistent to give it to me. I thought you taught me to take what was given to me yet as apparently I can't eat." I mutter.

"You know so many girls would want your figure be glad I made you like this." She starts to walk ahead of me leaving me to follow behind her,

"Why don't you work on yourself instead of me then." I mumble. 

"Sorry, did you say something?" She asks, I shake my head "Well then, hurry up! You're so slow, maybe I should enrol you in track and field instead of you doing violin." 

"No, mum, it doesn't fit into my schedule anyway. Remember? You made me look into this before no places had time slots when I was at violin." She mumbles a couple of swear words and pulls me into a bakery,

"What will your father want from here, Minjung?" She scans the products "Buy him something, I'll be waiting outside. I don't want anything." She wants something, I can tell. I order two pastries, one for mum and one for dad.

"Are these for you and your mother?" The cashier asks,

"No, they're just for my parents." 

"Why don't you get one for yourself? We have a buy one get two free policy at the moment." I point at a small pastry.

"Can I only pay for this one, my mother will get mad if I don't pay for my own." I whisper,

"I'm not supposed to but I'll let you off just this once, don't tell anyone." She puts a finger to her lips and I mirror her actions.