They say a lot can happen when you turn eighteen. Well, maybe not. Because for me, I'm still me with that same dream since I was a child. I still hold on to that dream even when my friends had already turned their backs on me. I still hold on to that dream even when the sun refuses to shine. And I still hold on to that dream even when my mother tries to stop me. She's the villainic heroine in my life that I don't know if I'll hate her or not.
I woke up as sunlight hits my window curtain, allowing me to escape from my greatest nightmare. My eyes are still half-closed slowly adjusting to the surrounding. I had a terrible dream last night. I forced myself out of the bed absorbing every detail I might miss.
I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling like it isn't just a nightmare after all. Wait, did that really happen? My eyes are swollen from crying which means it is indeed true.
"You can not go to New York unless someone will accompany you," mom said raising her eyebrow. Hmmmf, if I know that is not her real reason why she doesn't want me to go.
"Mom I worked hard for it. I have my own money to spend." I defended with my voice raised. I spent my summer working at a restaurant just to be able to fly to New York. And now she's commanding me not to go! This is so unfair.
"Well, it's not your choice to make. I'm already eighteen and--"
"You just turned eighteen and being eighteen doesn't mean you can already do whatever you want!" She demanded, I walked out.
I am full of rage. Why can't she be like any other mother? Why can't she just support me with what I wanted to do with my life? She should be staying out of my way. Can't she see all my sacrifices?
I am in the middle of deep thoughts when there's a sudden knock on the door. I rolled my eyes heavenwards, and now she has the guts to wake me up. I walked toward it and forcefully opened it so the person on the other side would damn know I am in a bad mood.
My eyes widened. "What the hell!" I crashed into his arms as I jumped in surprise. "You idiot you surprised the hell out of me," I say, pouting.
"Stupid you shouldn't be surprised. This is my house, too. And my room beside yours," Jinhwan pointed his room located just beside mine.
"What happened to your eyes? You cried?" My face suddenly went gloomy. He cups my face and made me look at him in the eye. His expression changes from sadness to a wicked grin. "I miss you sis. You should know that!" He pinched my cheek and it damn hurts. "Ow! You wicked monster!" I run after him, laughing at how fast he run away.
I can't believe this. My twin brother is finally home.
"Lee-jin you're a loser!" He called, sticking his tongue out. My blood boils abruptly at what he called me. I hate to be labeled as a loser. "Just keep running. I might kill you when I have the chance!" I throw my flip flops at him and it landed where I want it to be.
"Ouch. It hurts!" Now, he stopped running. "And now we're even." I declared. "Fine," he says giving up.
"Listen sis, you can't go around the house looking like that." And now that he mentioned it, I realize that I have just woken up with my hair still so messy and my eyes swollen. I am still wearing my sleeveless and a pair of pajama with a panda design.
"And why is that?" I shouted.
"Because we're not alone," he yelled back. I was puzzled.
"Jinhwan, your mom asked me to look for you. Breakfast is ready." Another voice said behind me. I think I heard his voice before. I turn to look at the owner of that voice only to see him smirking.
"Let's go sis, join us for breakfast," Jinhwan said to me.
"Maybe next time," I answered.
"Okay, it's your choice." He walked past me. I remain in my place still looking at the guy who just walked in.
"Hanbin let's go," was Jinhwan's final words before I hear him shut the door.
I stared straight in Hanbin's eyes as the memories of my past becomes flood rushing in my mind. I shifted my gaze and out of the corner of my eye, I saw him wear that poker face again the same as the last time I saw him six years ago.