That day is here.

The day where I reach the peak of my gloominess.  It was a school day as well but I didn’t find any energy within me to get up from bed and get ready for school. I just stared at the blank white ceiling above me, thinking what I should do today. As usual, my mother is out. She’s never here the day came. She would either be out drinking or hanging out with her friends. Yes, she had friends. Although she might not have a complete family, a husband or money, at least she had friends. That way I wasn’t completely responsible for her.

It was already 8. School must have started already. I pouted my lips, thinking about how much fire I’ll be under for not coming to school without a proper reason but quickly felt my spirits lift when I thought about how I’ll not see Mr Kim for a day.

As if the Gods heard me, sunlight suddenly shone through the window, making the white-washed walls in my room to seemingly glow in a sense. However, to a person who just woke up, sunlight streaming rough the window and piercing your eyes is not the best way to start the day. I shut my eyes in pain and groaned in annoyance.  I got up and reckless pulled on the curtains till the blocked all the sunlight. Once I was done, I slumped back down to the bed and closed my eyes.

After a few minutes, I realized that I haven’t really eaten my breakfast yet so I got up, for real this time, and headed to the kitchen. Ignoring my unkempt hair and pajamas, I opened the fridge only to realize we’re out of food. For the second time that day, I groaned in annoyance and whipped my head around to find my emergency stash of ramyun. Still a bit drowsy since I just woke up, I stumble a bit and found my secret stash of ramyun hidden discreetly at the corner of a cabinet so that my mother won’t find out and steal some. To be honest this was quite an ingenious idea of mine.

Getting to work, I placed the stack of noodles carefully into the boiling water before adding the rest of the seasoning. Before long, my ramyun had finished cooking and it looked absolutely god-sent. This is why I always console myself that if my musical career didn’t work out, I could always rely on my ramen making skills or maybe my math. But to be honest, in the 21st century world, the only thing you can rely on is ramyun.

Carefully blowing onto the piping hot noodles, I switched on the television to scroll through the boring lists of channels that bore no interest to me. After seeing that there was nothing good on, I switched to the shopping channel while wooing and wowing whenever something cool came on the screen. Afraid that my hair would get in the way of me consuming this haven of goodness, I quickly tied my hair up before slurping more of this god-sent goodness. I almost moaned in delight before glancing at the clock.

Oh, it was supposed to be our meeting for the producer course thing right now. I wonder how Yoongi was doing right now alone in the studio, waiting for a girl who