=Yumi's POV=

"Oh, Yumi-ah, you arrived?" Umma told me as she saw me enter the living room.

I just nodded and went straight to my room.

I locked the door, not wanting anyone to disturb me at this moment.

I threw my bag on the floor and plopped down on the bed.

I quickly put on my earphones and blasted on some music.

I avoided each and every Super junior song on my ipod.

Well, life .

I just realized that every single freaking song on my ipod is actually a super junior song.

"GAAAAHHHH!" I placed a pillow on top of my mouth as I let out a yell of frustration.

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.

What the hell's happening to me?

Why? Why am I acting like this?

I felt my heart throbbing wildly inside my ribcage as I kept on recalling what just happened earlier.

JUNG YUMI!!!

How Stupid can you even get?

Huh? Huh?!

You freaking Pabo.

Why don't you know your own feelings?!

I mean, is that even possible?!!

You do. You do.

YOU DO KNOW YOUR FEELINGS.

You like him.

You like him too.

Is it really that hard to tell him?!

I like you.

I do.

I like you too, Cho Kyuhyun.

I. I...

UGH I HATE MYSELF TOO MUCH!!

"Y-Yumi-ah? Are you okay?" Appa knocked from outside the door, trying to open it.

"Y-yes. I just...need some time alone, appa." I muttered loud enough for my father to hear.

"Oh. Can't you open the door for a while? I have..something important to tell you."

Ugh. Appa, not now.

I forced myself to stand up and pushed myself to the door.

I opened the door to see my Appa's worried face.

"A-appa..." 

"Wanna talk?" he gave me his signature fatherly smile and looked at me as though he knew what just happened.

I fought back as tears started to approach my eyelids.

I didn't want my appa to know what happened, 

besides, it wasn't much of a problem actually,

It was just one of those moments where my stupidity started to strike.

I jumped up and hugged my loving father as tightly as I could, trying to hide the tears that started to brim down my face.

"Yumi-ah, if you have a problem, you know you could always tell us, right?"

"M-mmm." I mumbled as I tried hard not to let my voice croak.

"So, what is it?" he rubbed my back with his warm hands.

"Aniyo, appa. I'm..I don't know why I feel so sad today."

*sigh* Sorry for lying, appa.

I just don't know how to tell you what happened,

and I'm too shy to tell you about my love problems.

Appa pulled away and looked at me dearly.

"Don't worry, everything will be okay." he smiled reassuringly.

Yes. I hope so too, appa.

I hope I would figure out the right thing to do already.

Between me, and Kyuhyun-ssi...

Appa, we'd be okay someday, won't we?

I'd finally be able to tell him too, won't I?

"I hope so, appa." I smiled as I felt that everything would finally be okay.

"Oh right. Your mother told me to ask you, if you wanted to sleep with us tonight?"

"Really?! YAY!" 

I dashed into my room and picked up my blanket and pillow.

I ran outside and pulled my appa to their room.

"Umma!! Thank you~" I jumped and plopped down their bed, of course in between my loving parents.

Ever since I was twelve years old,

I was asked by my mother to not go into their room anymore.

I'm only able to get in there and sleep with them during special holidays, like Christmas and my birthdays.

"Goodnight, Yumi-ah." My mother and father kissed me and hugged me tightly into their arms.

"Goodnight. I love you~" I closed my eyes and snuggled in between their embrace.

Kyuhyun-ssi..

I'm sorry for not telling you the truth.

What I truly feel about you...

I can't say it yet.

Maybe, I'm not sure if this is real yet...

I just.

Let me stay by your side first, okay?

Goodnight, Kyuhyun-ah.

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I woke up to a beautiful morning with the aroma of bacon and eggs outside the room.

Hmm. Is Umma cooking?

I went outside and saw my mother and father cooking loads of eggs, omelettes, and waffles in the kitchen.

"Umma? Appa? What's the occasion?" I stated as I saw the dining table overflowing with breakfast.

"Nothing. We just thought that we haven't had decent breakfast in a while." My Umma lovingly answered.

In a while? More like a year. 

Kekeke~ Kidding. I have such lovely parents.

We dunked down our breakfast as soon as my mother placed the last plate of waffles on the table.

"Thanks for the food! I'll be going now." I stood up as I almost forgot that I still had school today.

"Are you going to work later?" My umma asked.

"Yes. I've been on leave for a couple of days already, so I might have to make up for it later. Why?"

"Why don't you take another leave for tonight?" My Appa stated.

"W-what?! Appa, I can't! I might lose my job already."

Well, Kyuhyun-ssi might ask me to go to the open concert.

I might take another leave.

Sorry appa~

My Appa called out my name as I opened the door to leave.

"Yumi-ah!"

What's with them today? They seem a bit...clingy.

"Yes?" I looked back as I saw the best parents in the whole universe.

"Take care of yourself. Okay?" 

A smile crept up on my face.

"Arasso. Bye, Appa, Umma." I waved as I shut the door behind me.

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Hmm. Weird. 

He hasn't texted me yet since yesterday.

Is he perhaps...mad at me?

But, I didn't reject him!

I didn't. Really.

Or maybe he's just busy.

Did something happen to him?

Ugh. This won't do. I have to concentrate on my work now.

"Drinks for table 23!" 

"coming right up!"

Manager oppa called me in his office after a few minutes.

"Yes?" I nervously asked as he let me sit in front of him.

"Yumi-ssi, you've been my employee for a few years now. You've been very efficient and I really appreciate that. However, what's alarming me is your attendance. You've had a lot of absences this month, and i'm afraid that if you continue to do this, we might have no choice but to fire you already."

"I'm sorry oppa, I understand. I promise I'd stay focused from now on."

"Good. You can leave."

Aish. I can't lose this job,

I need to have extra income, not just for myself but for my parents as well.

They've been keeping it from me, but I know that they've been having financial difficulties these past few months.

Especially with my mother getting fired from her job and having to work as a cook in a small restaurant.

They don't tell me, but I know that they're just doing everything they could to even still send me to school.

This is why I can't lose this job right now.

I have to do better.

"Table 20!"

"Coming!"

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My phone vibrated in my pocket for the nth time as I served the drinks.

Manager oppa has been watching over us for an hour already, and I can't show him that I pick up my calls during work hours.

I peaked in my pocket and saw that it was my Appa calling.

Appa?

Oh right! He's asking me to leave early today!

Sorry, Appa.

I can't now. I'm so sorry.

I sighed as I turned my phone off.

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"Good job everyone!" I waved goodbye as I went out and headed for the bus stop.

Whew. It was such a long day.

Oh right, Appa!

I got my phone from my pocket and quickly opened it.

I wish Appa's not mad at me.

I boarded the bus as I texted my father a long explanation.

"Appa! I'm really sorry I had to ignore your phone calls a while ago, my boss just told me that I had to do better unless they'd fire me, and he was watching us the whole time when you were calling, I couldn't pick up my phone cause of that. Ugh. Sorry Appa! I'm really sorry! i'd bring you and Umma anything you want, arasso? What do you want? Ice cream? Cake? Egg pies?"

I pressed send and waited for my father's reply.

I was almost in our bus stop already, which meant that almost fifteen minutes passed. But there was still no reply from my Appa.

Is he that mad at me?

I checked the time on my phone, It was only 11 o'clock in the evening.

By this time he'd still be awake.

Did he fall asleep?

I immediately got off the bus and ran home.

Crap. I'm so dead.

Umma's probably nuts by now.

They're both gonna kill me.

I caught my breath as I pushed the door open.

"UMMA! APPA! I'M HOME!"

I was greeted by darkness, as all the lights in our house were turned off.

W-what's happening?

I flicked the lights open as I looked for my parents.

"Umma? Appa?"

No answer.

I dashed into the living room, kitchen, bathroom,and dining room.

Empty.

"UMMA?! APPA?!" 

Anxiety started to rush through my veins as I felt that something was definitely wrong.

Finally, I ran to their room and clutched on the door knob.

I paused and held my breath, wishing to see the image of my parents sleeping soundly in the bed.

I turned the knob and opened their room.

My head turned dizzy as I saw the image of the brightly lit room, with the clean, freshly folded bed covers, 

and a piece of paper lying in the middle of the bed.

I slowly walked towards it as I read my name written on the letter, with my Appa's script.

I sat on the bed and opened the letter which was in front of my eyes.

I tried to calm down as I read what was written on it.

"Our Yumi,

By the time you get home, you'd probably be wondering why the house is empty now. Why your Umma and I, are nowhere to be found in this small, but cozy place we call home. Yumi-ah, you might have noticed, but your mother and I have been having a hard time giving you a good, comfortable life. You, someone so loving and full of dreams, someone who made Umma and Appa's life complete, had a lot of ambitions which was only starting to be accomplished with you being able to study in your dream college. And we, could never be able to forgive ourselves if we could not be able to give you what you wanted. Yumi-ah, times have been rough for us. We could not support your education anymore with my sales clerk job, and your mother's job as a cook. We did everything to pay your tuition for this semester, but we're down in debt already, and we have to do something to pay this, for you not to suffer because of your parents' shortcomings, and for you to be able to reach your dreams in the future. Luckily, I've been offered a job as a sales manager in Australia, and they also offered your Umma a job as an official chef there. We figured that this would be the best for you...for us Yumi-ah. Don't worry. We'd get you in no time, promise our baby. Never forget that we love you, and we're very sorry that we didn't even say goodbye properly..but it'd be much easier this way, right? I love you my daughter. Take Care of yourself.

Love, Appa."

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