+ two

"we get out early on friday, yoongi." i replied with a hint of annoyance lacing my words.

i crossed my arms over my chest.

if he was here, that meant my father had sent him. and it meant i would have to walk home with him instead of the car taking me home.

yoongi was the son of my father's new wife (she had two sons, but the other was much older, married, and living in another city with his family), which he had married when we moved to korea for business reasons. he was six years older than me, annoying as hell, and tried to act like he was my older brother.

"sorry." he sighed. "your dad said you get out at three."

it was already three and she had been standing there for over an hour.

"its fine." i rolled my eyes and started walking down the street with him following behind me.

-

i kinda gave up writing the numbers in hangul because its super hard. plus, i thought i would write them in english because my main is american. so that makes sense. for the other two my mains were korean/german/puerto rican & chinese/filipina.

so i might go back and change the chapter names to tagalog (for "ugly), or german/spanish (for "thin"). 

thank you all so much for reading. it means a lot to me.

-clary xx