Min-Soo

Friday, July 12

The first thing I did when this stranger drank my Caramel frappe that had my name on it, was smacked his hand causing him to drop my drink. He looked at me with his mouth open. He had an oversized gray hoodie with a back cap and a black mask under his chin. His eyes were dark brown or black...nope they're black. His eyebrows were not too thick or thin, he looks totally suspicious but also cute.

"What do you think you are doing?" He asked, his voice wasn't a deep voice for a suspicious person nor too high or soft. "That was my drink." He glared at me.

I glared back at him. "No, my drink obviously had my name on it." I picked up my drink and showed him. His glare dropped.

"This isn't Starbucks, this is McDonald's." He shot back.

"Obviously, my friend works here, she always puts my name on my drink so people like you won't take it by mistake," I inform him.

"People like who?" He asked.

I didn't want to start an argument in public because it brought too much attention. All eyes were already on us and I started to feel anxious. I just put the cup down and gave him a straight face. "People with no common sense." I walk away from him with him yelling at me to return.

The last sentence I heard from him was, "You don't know who I am! You will regret it soon."

I ignored him and walked out of McDonald's. "He's nobody," I say to myself. He could at least checked the number on the paper and he would see big fat letters that spell out a name on it to know it didn't belong to him.

I took my phone from my pocket and unlocked it. The first thing I see is messages from my friend, Ally.

Alley: hey guess wat

Alley: there is an idol in McDonald's

Alley: he's popular pls take a pic for me!!

I scoff.

Me: is he from Bts??

Ally: wat? No

Me: then I don't want to know

I stop texting her afterwards. She will probably kill me when I see her. Why should I take a picture with someone who is an idol? I bet they want peace for once. I stan true kings, well you might be asking why a boy like me is stanning a boy band. Well the answer is simple...THEY ARE THE CUTEST DUMBEST NICEST GUYS WITH TALENT! Of course other bands are too and I like them but Bts are the group that has caught my attention when they first debuted. They are always making A.R.M.Y use their last cell brains they have left to make theory's of their MV (music videos). Plus I may be attracted to them.

Don't get me wrong, I'm bi so it's natural for me to fall for handsome guys with talent. I mean who isn't in love with them these days? I only had a few male friends to be honest. Most were jealous that I hung out with girls and dated girls they had crushes on. Or most were disgusted by the fact that I was Bi. Well either way I only had few people I would consider a friend.

Suddenly I get a call from one of my male friends. "Hello?" I answered.

"Dude...you not in a good mood bro? You sound like your emotionless self." He asked on the other line.

"Ye, some dumbass drank the drink I paid for."

"Did you get a new one?"

"No, I stormed out cuz our argument was getting unwanted attention." I gag.

"Oh, shit. So you wasted your money for nothing."

"Basically yeah."

"I'll call you later when you are in a better mood."

"Okay bye." He hangs up and I walk back to my house. I live in an apartment complex with my mom and dad. My big brother passed away about two years back. The cause of death was driving drunk and he had a stash of weed in his car. My parents and my sister never knew he was a drug person. He did drug occasionaly in secret. I was the only one who knew he did drugs besides his friends. I knew I should have stopped him or at least told my parents about his addiction. But no, I had to listen to him. I felt tears starting to form and guilt build up in my chest. I grip my shirt and stood in front of our apartment complex.

"Hey, you alright?" The oldest sibling, Jiyong asked as she had her hand on my right shoulder.

"Y-yea…" I choke out. "I just wasted my money on a frappe and some jerk took it...the worst part is that I didn't get a new frappe."

She gave me a soft smile and ruffled my black hair. "You're cute." She pinched my cheeks. My noona had brown hair like our mother and brown eyes. Her face was well rounded and her nose was small, she looked like a young mother. And she is about to be a mother in six months.

"Noona...how your baby doing?" I smile softly at her belly. It was small and starting to round up.

"Well I think this baby is hungry." She responded.

"Let's go in then, don't want my niece to starve." I open the door and walked in.

"Or nephew." She added. Jiyong and her husband wanted to keep their gender a surprise until their baby shower.

"I'm pretty sure the balloons will be pink next month." I say with confidence.

"Sure, whatever you think pal." She patted my back and walked into the kitchen after she kicked her shoe off.

I sigh and fix her shoe, I also take my shoes off and slid them neatly next to the other shoes. "Eomma! Appa! We're home!" I call out.

"Oh, my babies are home!" Eomma hugged Noona and her baby first and then me.

"Welcome home. Are you guys hungry? Want me to cook?" Appa asked as he walked into the kitchen.

"Yes!" Noona and I yell in unison.

I walked over to help appa with cooking as my eomma sat down with noona to discuss girl stuff I guess. "Any new boyfriends or girlfriends?" Appa asked me as he set the stove on and I washed the vegetables.

My family knows I'm bi so they were cool with it. I was surprised at first, I thought their reaction was going to be me being disowned or kicked out the apartment. But no, it was the complete opposite. Apparently one of my mom friends were lesbian. She was a American that found love with a Korean woman. Their love is still on going apparently. They live on America soil. But they still keep in contact. My father on the other side didn't care at all, he said that gender does not stand in love's way. I was happy to have great parents that supported their child's sexuality. Not many people in Korea accepts people who like the same gender.

"No, appa. You know I get bored with people fast so what's the point of dating?"

"You need to find love son. You have been single for two years." He looked at me with sad eyes. Eyes that were filled with sadness when that incident first happened. I was just starting high school when that happened.

"Ap-"

"You know you are allowed to date."

"I know." I start to cut carrots.

"I HATE BEING PREGNANT!" Noona yelled. We all flinched. She started to cry, I look at mom and she pulled her into a hug.

"Mood swings." She chuckled. I wonder how appa even felt with mom when she was pregnant with us. Probably a pain in the ass.