Chapter one - Immunity suppressed trauma.

The area seems creepy, Moet knows, but who cares! This is the cheapest luxury she could get in this part of Busan. The weather is not helping either, the lustrous wind is not stopping anytime soon, 'will it rain' she questioned herself and look up to heavens. She prays she gets home before her new roommate, the way she let off to work in the morning was like a bolt without considering to put back everything in it's place 'the place will be a complete mess' she thought to herself.

Moet is not a newbie in Busan, despite the racism she'd face in her life. Her mother was from Cote D'Ivoire, a black woman, her father is from Busan. She remembers well how she had never been accepted into the society as a Korean, she has gotten use to it over the years. Thanking providence for internet and social media in twenty-first century, maybe she might have been maimed, or commit suicide for the social bias she's been experiencing all her life. She wonders if her parent are plainly stupid or too selfish to realize the Korean society is not ready to accept the new world order. After all their foolishness in love they even deem it fit to procreate 'was their love towards each other that strong to not see reasons' she'd always thought to herself.

She hated her mother the most, or so she thought, she can never place her emotions when it comes to her mother. Her mother died after giving birth to her. She has always blame her misfortunes on her mother, she often marvel at her name and why her father doesn't even give her a middle Korean name to help solve the troubles she went through during her school years. She's now immune to some of the name-calling and being an outcast, deep down she knows that the immunity did came from suppressed traumatic experience. All she could hope for is get though college without any mental break down.

She walks faster hoping to get home before the heavy downpour of rain she suspected. She press in the code and click the door open.

''Moet' is that you? "

Her prayers seems dashed, she noticed a man's sneakers on the shoe rack at the entrance, she sighed in disappointment. 'I guess they are back together' she took a mental note

''It's me Kim, nobody else has the house code, except you're sharing it as a public service announcement'' she jokes

She heard Kim Soo Young chuckle from the kitchen. She walks towards the kitchen

"The aroma seems inviting! So sorry the house was upside down, had to rush to an impromptu gig early in the morning" she gave her a side hug as she continues cutting vegetables, biting some of the cabbage cut out.

"Hey Kang Min" she gently waves at Kim Soo Young boyfriend

"Hi Moet! How has your day been?"

"Great! Let me know when the food is done though, cause I wouldn't even dare to stay around, my single soul deserves some piece of goodnight sleep. So I made up my mind to be completely invisible from all tormenters couple that might evoke stifled emotions"

They all laughed in unison at her subtle jokes, she picks up her bag which she had dropped on the kitchen counter and walk towards her bedroom

"How about I bring your food to your room when I'm done just to have mercy on your single soul" Kim Soo Young chuckles

She waves her hand in agreement without looking back as she she turns the doornorb to her bedroom. She drops her bag on the floor, quickly jumped on her bed and stares at the ceiling. It's time for her to reminisce about the day.

The on and off relationship of her roommate and her boyfriend seems to marvel her all the time, she can't relate. She wished she could but she can't. The only relationship that seems to be remotely called a relationship she has ever been lasted for 3 weeks with a bruised lips.

Moet is a beautiful woman! 5'11ft tall With an international standard statistics of 34,28,38. A curly jet black hair, her skin has been likened to that of Puerto Ricans, thanks to her Cote D'Ivoire and Korean blood mixture which gives her a porcelain skin to die for, with a natural big Korean eyes. She is quite a look at. With her impeccable fashion sense, she turns heads everytime she steps out. But she discovered early she never fits in to Koreans beauty standards. Firstly, she isn't white enough! Secondly, she has a chaotic curly black women's hair! Thirdly, her derriere is quite enormous for normal and average Korean women, specs of being half black!

Most men fancied her for a one night stand but never for relationship, it has always been for their sexual curiosity. The ostracism she has been facing all her life has thought a lot of things, Korean is a family-oriented society, nobody wants an outcast as friend or a girlfriend to take home to the family hence they share the same fate, is quite understandable for her at least. She always wishes to be invisible in class or in any social gathering but her unique physique always stood her out, her height doesn't help either, always the tallest girl in the gathering. Boys avoided her like a plague even in high school despite attestifying to her strange beauty. It was not so bad in primary school because she wasn't that aware of her environment despite been treated differently but the oustness became evident in middle school, she now knows better, she is self conscious and also going through puberty. At the age of 13 she started her mental health journey after attempting suicide. She has cried herself to sleep countless times, she later realize there's no stressing to this, if she wants to live, she has to live above the average, she is different and she has to embrace that and channel her energy rightly. She ignores both boys and girls in school and always walk around with noise cancelling earphones, and started learning self defense because of bully attacks. She admires her courage to go through it all. Her father has always been her moral and emotional support before providence granted her Sandra Taehyung.

Dating seems foreign to her. She once tried it in highschool, the experience might have scarred her, maybe that's why she hasn't been in a relationship till now. A 23 year old virgin! Great! Life has a way of making her different in all. She shook her head and wish sleep would come sooner. She glanced at the wall clock in her room, "10:38pm. It's definitely morning in the US"

She picks up her phone to call her best friend

"Hey Sandra"

"Hello Moet, was calling two days ago you didn't pick up, neither did you deem it fit to call back. I thought you've ditch me here in New York"

"Thank you Sandra, have been good"

Sandra sighed at the other end of the call "okay, I'm sorry for not asking how you've been! How are you really? Cause I know you lock up anytime you go through stuffs. What's really happening to you?"

"Nothing I can't handle! I'm just grateful for how far have come and also missing you, when are you coming?"

"Next week! I've missed you too. Got the Versace multicolored 2020 spring collection bag!"

"Yay!!" She springs up on the bed, dancing

"Why are you so obsessed with the 2020 collections anyways?"

"Because I believe fashion ends that year, I mean that's my opinion! And if there will be fashion that will interest me, it has to be a rebirth! And that's on periodt!!!

The cooing and gossips ended an hour later, and that drifts her off to sleep.