Torn Between: (discontinued! Read Under Wraps for new story)

Chapter 13: Blown a Gasket

(A/N: I'm finally back from taekwando and it feels like I've been torn apart and glued back together xD but I'm bored and theres nothing on TV (shitty English television channels!) so I'm gonna upload more chapters :P you know.. Just because I can ^^.)

*Yoseob's POV*

I was stuck! I didn't know what to do. My head was so muddled up I'd completely lost my sense of fashion. I was stood in the bathroom on the first floor of my house and it was 5:45 in the morning. I was glaring helplessly at my reflection. I was wearing my lime green Addidas polo with my sky blue skinnies. I looked like a homosexual clown. I ruffled my hands through my hair, if I was going to look a mess I might as well go all the way.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Sophie exclaimed in English in her adorable accent. She looked delightfully cute in my pyjamas. She turned and was just about to walk out.

"Sophie, wait. I need help!" I tried my best to speak English. I desperately needed a woman's touch.

"What's wrong, oppa?" She asked and I giggled in my head, I loved being called oppa.

"I'm going out for the day with an old highschool friend and I need help with an outfit." I gestured to myself.

She folded one arm over her chest and tested a finger on her lips; thinking. "Come on, sweetie, let's go have a look shall we." We ran up to the second floor and into my bedroom which looked like a bomb site. Clothes were hanging off everything; there was even a pair of my pink boxers hanging from my ceiling light. I pulled them off and stuffed them under my pillow. "Okay, the jeans are fine, but the top has to go." She routed through the piles until she found my white Abercrombie shirt. She handed it to me then grabbed my white Converse All Stars and threw them on my bed. "You'll look ravishing. Come down when you're dressed and I'll fix your hair."

Where did DongWoon find this girl? She was amazing; cute, funny and helpful. I wish I'd met her first, so I could call dibs.

*Sophie's POV*

After helping Yoseob I got dressed in the spare room, just tying my hair up in a simple ponytail and walked down towards the kitchen where DongWoon and DooJoon were both chatting away happily and stuffing bagels into their mouths. I sat down at the breakfast bar with them, DooJoon poured me a cup of fresh coffee and DongWoon prepared me a bagle. I thanked them and DongWoon asked me what our first lesson was, but I didn't know so I just shrugged and said, "dunno, my schedule is in my bag." I mumbled around my food, trying to not spit any out. DongWoon blew his fringe out if his eyes and slouched. "I hope SunJung doesn't bother me again today," I laughed.

DooJoon's head snapped up to glare at me. "Did you just say SunJung?" His tone was worried. I nodded and his head fell into his hands.

"What's wrong with him?" I asked DongWoon but DooJoon answered.

"Ma SunJung is the bitch that sold our address to the paparazzi!"

I stiffened. "What?!" I looked at DongWoon. "Why didn't you tell me?!"

"I didn't think it mattered." He looked at me with apologetic eyes.

I stood up so quickly the stool I was sat on flew halfway across the kitchen. "You didn't think it mattered?!" I bawled furiously. "She's given me nothing but shit from the first moment we met! And your saying it doesn't matter!" I shook my head violently. "This is unbelievable. I should have broken that bitches arm when I had the chance."