☽ Upper Side Dreamin' (An Enhypen Story) ☽

Seattle in 10

Kimber

Seattle in 10:

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I take my first steps onto Hanlim Arts school grounds. This is the moment I've been waiting for. All of the chaos from the past 5 months. All the training, if you want to call it that. All of the idolization. I'm finally here. I ran up the stairs, excited to go in. Just as I prepare to open the door, my father, of course, has to ruin the vibe.

"Kimber, can you please chill out and wait for me." He requests, just now getting out of the taxi cab sent from HYBE. He's like a grouchy old man, despite being, what, 38?

"Dad, we're already late. We don't need to be waiting anymore than we already have." I whine, looking down at him from the stairs, grabbing the door and still charging in.

We were late this morning. Just like we were late getting to Korea. As a matter of fact, let me rewind a little to catch you up on everything that has gone down, because truth be told, even I am flustered at everything that has led up to this moment. For starters, 5 months ago, I got a job. All to prove to my dad I was mature enough for this. Worked at Chick Fil A, bout' busted a bitches nose for complaining about cold fries that I had no control over. Learned Korean...well—sort of. My Korean is honestly still kind of ass—wait no. It is ass. I can barely hold a conversation that even a 3 year old could hold. Moving on, my dad forced me to keep up with school, telling me Korean school is going to be "10x harder". He also forced me to study currency and how it works. It was honestly a tough few months. I know it doesn't sound like much but it was grueling and a big change from my usual routine. I guess it makes sense considering I was in for an even bigger change...with moving to another country. Let's fast forward to a few hours before this very moment. The flight here? Delayed. By 12 hours. Me and my dad? Didn't get here until 11 PM last night. 11 PM! We went straight to sleep, overslept, and I had to throw something on. A quick denim miniskirt and cute pink bunny crop top with some fresh pink and white Nike 97's to show off my moves if needed would do for the day. Now we're here. I just hope the officials aren't mad at me or disappointed...or worse, kick me out because of my tardiness. Technically I made it here on time, but promptness is valued highly here. Of course, I hurried in, already having an explanation prepared before—

WHAM!

I fall to the floor, hearing a body slam on the ground with a similar effect across from me.

Oh god. What if that was the president or the leader of the school? I could've just ruined my chances even more. Damn, damn DAMN! I instinctively begin rubbing my forehead, considering that's where me and this other person clashed. I shouldn't have been running. It's the lack of sleep leading me to make these rash decisions...yeah. Let's stick with that explanation in case I have to explain myself.

"I'm sorry." A deep voice echoed in my ear, I looked up and see the man I ran into offering me a hand up.

"Ah, no. It was my bad." I say, grabbing his hand. He brings me up with one arm. He has a strong grip, and even stronger arm strength. I see his biceps flex as he pulls me up.

"No, I should've been more careful." He replies, cleaning himself up and pulling his uniform together. "Are you alright?" He immediately speaks to me in Korean. He sounds American, but I can't place it. He has a Korean accent intwined in it, which is obviously to be expected.

"Yeah. Yeah. I'm good. You?" I reply, out of breath for some reason as I dust myself off. I guess it's a mix of anxiety, rushing to get inside, and looking at this...sexy boy. He was way taller than me. Maybe about 6 ft. His eyes were slim, and he had the sharpest jawline I think I've ever seen, especially for a guy my age. If he's my age, that is. He looks older. A fine older, but older.