Life as the 7th (accidental) son of a traditional South Korean family in Seoul, was never nice as many think just because my family had some money. If you divide that "some" money into the seven of us plus my parents, it isn't much, especially when my parents favor my oldest brothers and my only sister. For a lack of better words, I'm the leftover.
Eomma was the 3rd and unwanted daughter of the wealthy Yun clan, whereas appa was the 4th child and only son of the Cho clan in which the woman have more power for whatever stupid reason. They hated each other through out childhood and their teenageer years, only getting together when eomma was 23 and appa was 21, in college. Both became successful but had too many kids.
I always hated being the youngest, just as I hated five of my damned siblings, only the fourth of the six of them was a relatively nice brother, the others were a bunch of pieces of shit who bullied the hell out of me. Especially my two oldest brothers and my 5th and only sister, that motherfucking bitch.
It went like this: Yun Ayeong married Cho Daehyun. Later they had the amazing idea to have six children, which went went kind of fast because in the third time eomma had twins, so: Cho Joon, Junho, Jaehyuk and Jaehyun, Bora, Junwoo. That's as far as it was planned, each a year apart from the other, then, 4 years after Junwoo, they had me, the mistake.
To make it worse, they gave me a dubious name that was majorly used for girls, even if it was taken as a neutral gender name: Jinhwa.
Great. Fucking great. Greatest decision ever.
If it wasn't enough being bullied at home by those bastards, I had to be bullied at school. When I said "enough" and began to train myself at 15, learning how to fight to defend myself, they got annoyed, and then the fucked up higher ups of school punished me when I defended myself and tarnished my name by claiming that I was the bully. All because the director's child was one.
One that fought me and lost, so he got pissy.
And his son, with that stupid wounded ego of his, spread around the entire area we lived in, that he had seen me masturbating for the homeroom teacher, and that he also heard I had a contagious STD that could even be caught by kissing. All fake, needless to say. However, he was infuriatingly popular so that rumor widespread and made so no girls wanted to even seat next to me.
My last two years at highschool were a nightmare because of that bastard and his father, who kept forcing his power on me, all because his pride and ego were hurt after I beat the living shit out of his son... twice. He definitely couldn't take that seeing how he sent a group of students at me, six months before school ended, and when I sent them to the hospital after defending myself and winning, he used that to expell me.
Expell me six months before the year ended. Six months. I was the top student there, my grades were the absolute best as I was the youngest in the class, they were all 18-19 and I had just turned 17 in the end of October. It was ridiculous even, especially when appa got furious at me for it, then he made Joon and Junho hold me so he could beat me, in a way that I wouldn't be able to fight back.
Eomma took care of me and took care of everything so I would move to another school that was 3 hours away from our area, one in which the daughter of one of her friends attended to. Appa, on the other hand, was glad that the "disappointment" would stay away from his sight, and even rented a loft close to the school for me to stay. They fought over is, since eomma didn't want to send me away yet, but he was adamant and she lost the fight.
Staying away from momma and Jaehyun was annoying, but I confess I was overjoyed with the sheer idea of living 3 hours away from the other five pieces of shit and appa, because I never liked him, he had always been a shit abeoji to me. I never envied how he showed love for my siblings, I loathed it.
You know what I loathed more? Him cheating on eomma with her best friend, Kim Jimin, and even after I told her about it, she stayed with him. She was the perfect wife and a loving eomeoni to all of us, even to me, also an amazing friend, and she deserved better than him, she deserved the world, but instead, she got a shit cheating husband.
She spent my first week away from home with me, helping me decorate the loft and take care of settling down plus the whole deal with the new school. Eomma also arranged a meeting with her friend, Hong Sora and her daughter who was going to be my classmate, Choi Hana, who was 19. All so I could possibly have a nice last semester in school.
In fact, I got an instant crush on Choi Hana, I always liked girls older than me and she fit that, not just that, she was a sight to look at. I had never seen bigger tits or such a tiny waist, it was such a sight that it lingered in my mind and I couldn't help dreaming about finally having my first kiss and losing my cursed virginity with her. Her lips were the most kissable lips I've ever seen, and her hair was also beautiful, black and long like silk.
My stupid dreams were shattered when I went to school and learned that despite her angelic looks and how polite she was when we met with our eommas, she was the head of the bully group in there, and her best friend was none other than the niece of the director of my previous school. A girl who was had close ties with his son.
A bitch who spread out the malicious rumors about me in the school in the same way her cousin did.
The four guys in the group tried to come at me, but I beat the shit out of them, so they stopped. Well, the men did. Choi Hana, on the other hand, took the duty in her own hands, and using the "men can't harm woman" card, she began to bully me herself.
I confess I ponded grabbing her in a place no one would see us and giving her a taste of her own poison, the part of me that I hated wanted to push her buttons, force her to a vulnerable state and take advantage of it. But then eomma came to my mind and I couldn't do it, I could only take her bullying, because I didn't want to break eomma's heart, and that would happen if I did that to the daughter of her friend.
It was a battle inside of me.
Had that happened in ancient times, where I wouldn't get punished and eomma wouldn't know, I would have definitely done it. I would have gotten revenge in that bitch, but modern times don't allow that to happen, so it was out of question. Equality rights don't show their face when it comes to aggression, do they?