A Lovely Happiness In Summer
#9 Selfishness
..."I don't know who he deserves to blame. His father who left because of another woman, or the mother's changed heart, or God whom he had never believed in again for a long time, or."...
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“Hey, Child ******! Where's my money this week!”
The shout echoed right after Yoora closed the door. The girl had not had time to remove the attributes attached to her body after crashing in the rain. He just finished training. Being an actress trainee in a big company is not easy. However, the advantage is that BigStar gives out money every month as part of the agency's talent. Although not large, it can give Yoora a little breath for her livelihood.
The tough thing that Yoora has to undergo is taking acting, modeling, and vocal training, MC, and various other types of training to be able to meet the criteria of the South Korean industry. Today is the modeling schedule. The toughest training according to Yoora. There will be a physical evaluation every week and Yoora runs a strict diet. He hasn't eaten since morning and he just wants some quiet at home. However, all are mortal. The figure of the woman who was now in front of him was actually welcomed in another way; pulling her strayed hair.
Peanut skin splattered on the floor. Empty soju bottles spread out on the dining table. Joorah knew the garbage had been piled up for two days. The last time he left the house, he had already made sure no dust would stir up his allergies. Two days later he accidentally stayed at his trainee friend's house because he was fed up with his mother.
Yoora watched the middle-aged woman as her body was slammed onto the floor. Red and watery eyes; sweatshirts torn at some point; children's hair sticking out of the loop, rough like a duster. Her breathing even made Yoora reluctant to breathe air.
“Why are you blocking my credit card? You really are a child not knowing yourself!” The woman pulled Yoora's hair back. Yoora screamed, trying to take off her hand as if she wanted to take her life right then and there. A few strands of hair fell on the floor with a shout that managed to release Joora from the torment.
“Yes! Are you really my mother?”
The woman named Ahn Soohyun grew fiery, taking the broom that was under the table. The wooden stick moved randomly, landing without mercy on Yoora's body.
“You should just go with your dickhead father! Live together ***** - its disgusting stuff!”
Fed up with the swearing she heard, Joora encouraged her mother. Circumstances turn. The girl stood up, watching her mother fall.
“You think you're a mother?” Yoora snorts. “Even make provisions for me only you never! Do you know I'm starving now?!”
Soohyun stared in disbelief. “I'm sorry to let you live! You and your father only brought wounds for me!”
The woman stood up, ready to slap Yoora. However, his movements were stopped by a strong grip on the wrist. Sharp highlights along with irregular breaths ushered the cold all over Soohyun's body. In her low tone, Yoora said, “Stop threatening me or I won't hesitate to make your life destitute.”
Silent infiltrate. Yoora fixed her clothes, walking towards the room. The girl's steps were limping. All over her body she ignored, like a birthday candle ten years ago. There was only a dim light from the kitchen. Each step towards the room evokes the memory of Yoora. Her nights in childhood were decorated with nightmares. The discordant screams and the sound of a woman sobbing are always disturbing. Joora would run to the mother's room, finding the bedsheet that had slipped out of the bed. He never found his father.
Soohyun's face was full of bruises, but still a sweet smile hugged Yoora. Every girl asked, the mother would answer that she had aroused her father's anger. "Everything is wrong, Mother" he said.
However, on the peak winter night ten years ago, Yoora realized that the screams that were heard were not dreams. He watched the long belt that hit his mother's body.
“Go with ******* that or I will make your daughter's life miserable!”
After the sentence ended, his father left the house and never returned. The belts were left in the room. However, the object of the torture was turned to Joora. From then on, Soohyun stopped preparing the child's lunch box. Yoora looked only at her laughing friends exchanging provisions and proud of their mother's cooking. Growing up, Yoora understood that Soohyun hated that she could no longer be the reason for her father to stay. In fact, torturing him did not make the man appear at the door. Really, he wanted to curse, but did not know the right target.
Arriving at the room, Yoora immediately closed the door, silent for quite a while until her body slumped. Joora curled up, sinking her face between the slits of her knees. His shoulder movements began to disorganize. He bit his lips until the iron taste dominated the salivary. I don't know who he deserves to blame. His father who left because of another woman, or the heart of the mother who changed, or God who for a long time he never believed again, or.
Yoora stared at the scissors on the dresser. His lips curled up and approached the table. After his fingers touched the object, he began to move it over the arm saying, “Maybe, you can heal my wounds.”
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Yeoreum smiled in satisfaction as she looked at the scales. Truly a slimming drug is efficacious. A week before the audition, Yeoreum had already lost ten pounds. He was sure that if he managed to pass the audition, he would definitely reach his ideal weight during the performance.
Several times Yeoreum almost lost consciousness from withholding food or spewing food. Yeoreum secretly ate only apples, bananas, and milk every meal. He never ate his mother again. If hungry, Yeoreum will drink as much water as possible. He doesn't care if he has to go back and forth to the bathroom. He also bought a booster supplement to keep the activity running. It was indeed very heavy, but Yeoreum was satisfied with this result. He will not stop until he reaches his will.
Yeoreum is getting ready for college. He wears a sweater to make his body warmer. Do not forget to bring an umbrella because lately it often rains. Yeoreum was walking as usual, taking the bus, getting off at a stop near the campus, and now walking down the hallway to class.
There were different things, everyone Yeoreum went through would smile and greet him. As she was now about to enter the classroom, a girl approached her. "Yes, Yeoreum-ah! Look atyou. You're amazing. What's the secret of your diet?"
"Well! That's grand. I envy you. You look more beautiful" said the girl again.
Yeoreum simply nodded, then walked in search of an empty chair. Before he got to his place, there was already Yoora who looked like she was going to walk outside. They had not met for a long time. In addition to the many different lecture schedules, the Yeoreum with busy being an actress trainee made Yeoreum often absent from college.
"You must be happy to be the center of attention, right?" yoora said coldly.
"Yes, and it's none of your business!"
Yeoreum walked over and accidentally hit Yoora's bagu.
Yoora flinched and flipped, giving Yeoreum a look of embarrassment. "Hey! You think you're pretty? How dare you hit me."
"Oh, sorry, Choi Yoora. I didn't see you," Yeoreum said casually.
"Your great body is indeed blocking the way!" yoora exclaimed and could be heard in one class.
Everyone was now looking at Yoora with a dislike look.
"Yes, Choi Yoora. Can you come and not make a scene? You always demean Yeoreum. You think your beauty can make you great?" said the girl who previously greeted Yeoreum.
"For a long time you were so disgusting!" exclaimed another girl who was sitting two seats behind Yeoreum.
Yoora surprise. Why is everyone attacking him? In the past, no one would defend Yeoreum. Yoora felt her heart throb. Why are her friends like her mother?
The girl immediately took her bag and walked out. While at the door, he passed Hyunseok. The man was surprised to see tears streaming down Yoora's cheeks. For the first time he saw the girl was so fragile.
"Hey, you got—"
"You also want to insult me, right? Go!"
Yoora pushed Hyunseok's body and ran quickly, while in class people were already whispering to each other. Hyunseok immediately walked over and sat down next to the smiling Yeoreum.
"What's wrong with Yoora?" ask Hyunseok.
"I don't know either. He was suddenly angry with me because so many people greeted me."
Hyunseok frowned. He was completely clueless about the competition between these two girls.
"Here you go, don't talk about him" Yeoreum said. "Oh, yeah, what do you think I look like today?"
Hyunseok looked at Yeoreum's face. The fat on the cheeks of the girl began to decrease so that the shape of her face began to be seen. Today's natural makeup with one high-pitched cut makes Yeoreum's appearance very fresh. His natural brown eyes can always make Hyunseok flutter.
"Beautiful" Hyunseok said honestly.
Yeoreum's heart was pounding, like a horse jolting the ground. Hyunseok's eyes locked onto his consciousness. Yeoreum begins to understand that her feelings for Hyunseok are more than a friend. However, he did not know how Hyunseok was. Yeoreum was afraid that her feelings were just clapping one hand. Hyunseok was always good with everyone and he himself never revealed if there was a girl he liked.
With her current weight, Yeoreum felt it was not appropriate to be with Hyunseok. He has to be perfect. After that, Yeoreum would steal Hyunseok's heart. Yeah, that's Yeoreum's new dream.
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