❝ i'm happy you don't see me as some lowlife-outcast. ❞
❝ i wish all us other socs could see you for who you really are, and not just for your money status. ❞
❝ i wish all socs were like you, choi miso. ❞
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ───── ˎˊ˗
𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗶 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗼...
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AS CHOI MISO APPROACHED HER HOUSE AFTER BEING WALKED HOME BY NIKI, SHE COULDN'T HELP BUT FEEL HER HEART BEAT AGAINST HER CHEST, VIOLENTLY.
She had an uneasy feeling flowing through her veins as she reached out for the door handle, about to open the door. Her stomach churned with anxiety, and after taking a glance back at Niki to wave goodbye, she entered.
Immediately, her ears were filled with the screams of her parents, making her breathing hitch. They were home...
"Where have you been?!" Her mother angrily yelled, pointing her finger at Miso, who took a step back in shock. All she could do was wonder when her parents must of returned as it was still early hours in the morning.
"Are you aware of the time?!" Her mum continued with the interrogation, and all Miso could do was let out a huff and roll her eyes, before she ignored her mothers screams and her fathers piercing eyes and walked straight past them and towards the stairs.
"You listen to me when I'm speaking to you, young lady!" Her mother demanded, grabbing hold of her daughters wrist and pulling her to turn around and suddenly, the older women's hand came into contact with Choi Miso's cheek.
Gasps were heard throughout the house as the slap echoed through the room, and it was then followed by silence, Miso holding the side of her warm face, staring back at her mothers shocked expression. Even she didn't expect herself to do that.
"You're grounded, Miso." Her mother uttered out, breaking the tension, and glancing back at her husband as she felt warm tears brim her eyes.
A scoff escaped Miso's parted lips and she shook her head slightly, watching her mum in disappointment.
"I hate you, Mum." The youngest Choi murmured, sniffling quietly to prevent tears from falling from her eyes and turning around, hurrying up the steps and into her bedroom, where she then angrily slammed the door shut.
★
"Why ain't she answering?" Niki frustratedly questioned, putting Heeseung's phone back on its hook.
It was the next day and usually, the Nishimura boy would ohone Miso to check in and see how things were due to knowing her fear of her parents, however today, she wasn't answering and that worried him.
"Why isn't she answering?" Niki turned to his friends, who were sat around in the living room, minding their own business.
"She's probably just busy." Sunghoon suggested, shrugging his shoulders and taking a gulp from his beer bottle as he sat on the floor with Jake, watching the television.
"She would've told me if she was." Niki stated, running a hand through his dyed hair. He had a inkling something had happened when Miso returned home last night, and he couldn't help but kick himself. It was his fault.
