First things first, welcome to my very first fanfic, so I apologize for any grammar mistakes. If you do see any PLEASE let me know.
Secondly, there will be no rated anything aka ___x____ pairings in between the group members, and I try to avoid any swearing or cursing...
Lastly, I hope you enjoy, and don't forget to comment, but please no bashing.
"Who are you?"
"Oh, I'm just your worst nightmare."
"... Sorry, what?"
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Disclaimer: The characters (OCs) and events portrayed in this story are fictitious. Any similarities are ENTIRELY coincidental and is not intended.
This all came to me in the middle of the night, I wrote it down, and it progressed from there.
*Please do not plagiarize my stories in any way.
5 Years Ago-
Hugging my knees tightly against my chest, I watch the clock's hands tick away each second that he's late.
And the daily routine of waiting continues....
Scanning through the songs on my iPod, a high pitched squeal pierces the silence of the house, and indicates that he's back. I slowly rise from my spot and walk over to the front window, my slippers clicking against the hardwood floor.
While I push back the silky curtains, my eyes spot a pair of thick skid marks embedded on the cement. Where the tracks end, a silver Porsche, severely dented and scratched from multiple collisions and angry kicks, swerves around then comes to a screeching halt. The door flings open, and out he steps, looking as drunk and slow as ever.
"Appa...." I pull a pair of beat up sneakers over my bare feet and rush outside.
He stumbles around on the sidewalk, his body swaying violently from side to side, ready to flop onto the ground at any moment, and just as I'm about to reach him, a pair of thin arms lock around his neck.
"I thought you said you didn't have a wife." a tall lady wearing multiple rings, and a dress small enough to be her tank top said as she planted her lips straight on my Appa's. The sight of yet another woman fazes me slightly and I roll my eyes.
Great. Another one.
"I'm not his wife, I'm his daughter. His wife, otherwise known as my Mother, died because of crap like you." I cross my arms and watch as she turns her attention from Appa to me.
"LEE JIN HYE. DON'T CALL YOUR FUTURE MOTHER CRAP." Appa roared furiously, his voice dry and rough from hours of screaming over the club‘s dance floors. I scoffed mentally, not wanting to tick him off just after he came back from drinking.
Yeah, future mother. Just like how all those other women were my future Mother as well.
The tall lady strode up in front of me towering over my 5'6" frame, and I noticed that she was at least 6'4" and good couple of inches taller than my Appa. When only a couple of inches away from my face, she exhaled a long breath that reeked of alcohol and curled into a heinous smirk.
“You’re Appa is mine now, Miss Jin Hye.” she pursed her lips then continued, “And I’m going to make sure that I get rid of you.”
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