+ eleven 

he scolds me for being a "reckless little girl".

"i'm seventeen." i huffed, crossing my arms over my chest. "i don't need you or anyone picking me up from school like i'm a child. if i want to walk home by myself then i will."

"you're my responsibility." he argues.

"i release you from your responsibility." i said defiantly.

my dad didn't care enough to pick me up from school on a daily basis, then why should yoongi care? we were nothing after all.

we were only family because our parents got married.

that didn't count.

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i was gonna post other stuff and new stories but then my cousin called me on the phone for no fucking reason and wasted my time. i absolutely hate talking on the phone. biggest waste of time. 

if she wants to talk to me, she can text me. but that is why i was unable to get anything done.

the sad life. 

i hope you all like the update!

-clary xx