Dysfunctional

Misha's POV-

"I do!", she said. "I hereby announce you two husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.", the priest said. He leaned in towards her and just when their lips were about to meet, "Mom! Dad!", came a little girl running towards them, ruining yet another fairy tale moment of theirs'. They both were down on their knees ready to engulf her in their arms but the clumsy little monster slipped on her glass sandal, the Cinderella one. And her hands waved in the air in a rather too dramatic manner, but before she could feel the ground beneath her, I woke up.

"Mom! Dad! What are you doing in my room?", the tone still sounds the same. Yes, that little girl was me and no I never sabotaged their marriage but since I was born, this metaphorically has been my area of expertise- to ruin their fairy tale moments.

"Your dad wanted to see you before leaving for his tour.", mom said. I looked and smiled at my dad. He was tearing up as always. "When will you be back dad?", I asked wiping his tears away. "2 weeks, we have 4 concerts scheduled.", he replied holding my tiny hands in his. My dad is a member of one of the most famous Korean bands 'Bangtan Boys' aka BTS. And yes, I am the infamously famous daughter of Kim Taehyung, Misha.

When my dad got married more than a million women celebrated their heartbreak. You might be thinking, 'Wow what a lucky woman my mother was', but trust me not everyone can handle the pressure of being a wife of a multi-millionaire, super handsome, superstar. My mom Aisha, is a scientist and a best-selling author. So yes, my house is a perfect combination of looks and brain. And me, well I am the combination of their junk DNA. I can't sing or dance and I am not even near to being good in academics. So, I hide my face behind the canvas the whole day. Painting is the only thing I know since the day I was 2 which was 10 years back.

My dad kissed my forehead and left me alone in my room to complete my dream. In the world where people yearn to just get a glimpse of my dad, here I was wishing I was born in a rather normal family. Always being followed by paparazzi, spending my weekends at some stupid party and dressing up for every occasion like it's a ball night isn't my cup of tea. But more than that there is one more thing which haunts me.

"Kim why don't you understand!", I heard my mom shout. "What is there to understand. You are going insane Aish!", my dad yelled. "Me! Me! Am I the one losing my mind or is it you!", I could hear my mom's voice crack. I went downstairs and stood by the door to watch the everyday family drama of ours. And this is that one thing I was talking about.

From far my family looked perfect and flawless, but the reality was that my family is barely functional. After I was born god was about to drop another baby in our mailbox. But my mom got ill and instead of the baby god cured my mom. This is what my grandmother told me when I was 3. And since then my mom and dad's marriage was facing all sorts of obstacles and they were not doing a good job at facing them.

My mom has been through a lot, I have seen her cry all night when my dad leaves in anger. And my dad puts up with a lot of pressure too, and amidst this, they lost the one thing that kept them together- love.

Uncle Joon says they had one of the most beautiful love stories, like the fairy tale love, but I don't see even everyday love between them now.

Bang! And my dad left in anger as usual and my mom sat in the chair crying. I went to her and hugged her tight. She smiled at me, "Its nothing baby! Just a small argument. All will be good when we go and surprise your dad next week at his concert.", she said trying her best to not let her smile falter. This is what mom and dad had been doing, protecting me from their fights, consoling me even though they need it more than me and always looking out for me. I hugged her even tight.

1 week later-

It is my summer break so I had nothing to do except to paint. I was in my room painting a beautiful still life in peace when I heard someone knock. It was my mom. This is a big difference between mom and dad. Dad loves to hover around; he is more of a believer of helicopter parenting whereas my mom being a victim to this kind of parenting loves to give me space and privacy.

"Mom you don't need to knock, you can come in whenever you want to.", I said smiling at the tray of cookies I could see in her hands. "I am afraid you won't be saying this 3 years from now, so I'll rather maintain my habit of knocking.", she said and kept the tray on the bed. "What are you painting today?", she asked taking a seat beside me. "Just an apple over a bunch of dresses maybe.", I said laughing. "You definitely are a talented young artist. I and your dad are so proud of you darling.", she said smiling at me. I smiled back. "So, I am leaving for the lab. I will be back by 3 PM and I have prepared breakfast. Just call Amy she is downstairs and she will serve it to you.", my mom said giving me a kiss on the forehead. "Don't forget to feed Tan at 9. And don't forget to pack your stuff. We will leave tomorrow to meet dad.", she said while walking out of the door. "Okay, mom! Have a nice day.", I said as she left. It's been a week since dad left and he called daily but not even once did he talk to mom.

After completing the drawing, I went to the kitchen and aunt Amy served me the breakfast. Yeon Tan came running and I picked my cute ball of fur and he licked my whole face. I served him food in his bowl and we both had our meal together like always.

After that, I spent my morning sitting in a grey sofa doing nothing but skipping through some Korean dramas. I accidentally clicked on news and there it was, all-time favourite entertainment news topic of Korea, Bangtan Boys. The news was about their recent concert which was a massive success, and there he was, my dad, on the screen smiling from ear to ear. I got more excited to see him again.

After spending the rest of the day packing stuff and buying some essentials with mom, we both went to bed anticipating what events were waiting for us the next day. I was all giddy because of the excitement to meet dad and she was nervous to see him after a week-long silent treatment from his side. I drifted off wishing for them to reconcile.