Hello everyone! Here's another update for you all.

Also, I just wanted to let everyone know that I am no longer accepting oneshot requests. The reason being is that I find it very difficult to write under pressure. I usually write my best when I'm inspired, and what I found when taking requests was that I wasn't writing from inspiration. I was writing out of obligation, and I wasn't motivated to write. Although the ones I have done were fun, and a good experience, I don't think I should be accepting requests when I won't be putting all my efforts and motivation into them. It wouldn't be fair to you guys. Therefore, if you were thinking of requesting anything, or have already requested anything, I'm sorry I won't be able to fullfill those requests, but thank you for regardless for enjoying my writing enough to request. Again, I apologize, and I am grateful.

From now on, I'll just be updating oneshots that I write once in awhile when I have the time and the inspiration. I hope you'll continue to enjoy them! Without further ado, here is the next one.

I used to think that my role was to play the obedient daughter, the one who was loved and praised by her parents. As I grew older, I quickly learned it was quite hard, and to be honest, more different than I thought it would be.

The girl I came to be clashed with the one of my parents’ ideals. I was short-tempered, she was calm and collected. I was smart, she was a genius. I was impatient, unmotivated, indecisive, and she was just the opposite. You can imagine to my parents’ chagrin when I boldly declared through my hot temper (which they never failed to criticize when given the opportunity), that no matter how imperfect I may be, I certainly wasn’t going to change myself to fit their mold of a perfect daughter.

One might say I was going through a rebellious stage, or that I was too impertinent to be grateful towards my parents for raising me, or for at least trying to, properly.

When I grew older, I knew that what my parents really wanted for me was to become a person that would help myself along in life. Being short-tempered would mean ignoring the facts, or jumping to conclusions. Impatience led to making mistakes and regretting my actions. Though this realization, I was able to improve myself, though remnants of my old character resurfaced once in awhile. I was at least better than before, that much I could say.

Meeting Jin Ki was one of the best things that ever happened to me. From what I surmised, he was a filial son, someone who excelled in pleasing his parents and making them proud. I was jealous of the fact that he had such relaxing and understanding parents. Of course, that was only an illusion seen from an outsider.

Once we grew closer, he told me that although his parents acknowledged what he did now, it wasn’t always that way. They had certain expectations for him at the beginning. Despite his intelligence, he pursued a career of an artist, a photographer. His parents wanted him to pursue a more stable career, something in the science or business field. They rejected his choices until he showed them his passion and skills. They realized he was doing something he enjoyed, something that made him happy, and they finally accepted him.

“I used to be envious of you, did you know?”

We were sitting on a bench in the town square. A fountain was at the middle as its water flowed and people walked back and forth as they made their way home from work. He chuckled softly as he laced our fingers together. Looking at me with a questioning glance, he waited for me to continue.

“You seemed to have such understanding parents. I almost resented living up in a home where I was expected to do whatever my parents had in store for me.”

“You know that’s not true, about me having understanding parents.”

His other hand reached up to brush the hair from my face, and I snuggled further into him, my head leaned onto his shoulder.

“I know that now. You had your difficulties too.”

“Your parents may feel that way now, but eventually they’ll realize that you’re growing up, and that you’re old enough to make your own decisions. It’ll be hard, and some arguing will result, but it’ll happen.”

“I just wish it wasn’t so hard. They drive me crazy sometimes.”

He squeezed my hand reassuringly.

“I know it’s hard, but you’ll pull through.”

“Thanks,” I said with a smile.

A silence ensued, but it didn’t last for long.

“Jin Ki?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you think your parents will like me?”

“You might not be what they’re expecting, but I think they’ll like you all the same.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

I settled for that answer and we both sat in content as the day passed by, enjoying each other’s company and the atmosphere of the town square.

Well, there you go.

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