I'm Yours

Chapter One

Hyunjin's POV

"Hyunjin-ah!"

I opened my eyes as my father walked into my bedroom.

"Wake up, I'm driving you."

"Okay, give me 15 minutes." I said, getting up. He nodded and walked out of my bedroom.

I made my bed, and went into my walk in closet, looking at the few clothes I had left there, since I packed almost all of my clothes already.

My new University did not require us to wear uniforms, so I picked out a dark blue t-shirt, with black jeans, and a dark blue hat.

I flew down the stairs and went into the kitchen. My mother was sitting there, drinking her matcha tea.

"Jinnie-ah! Did you pack everything?" She asked.

I nodded, putting a piece of bread in the toaster. She looked over to my suitcase at the end of the staircase.

"You're not bringing your paint supplies?" She asked. I shook my head. I took the toast out and put it on a plate.

"I won't have that much time to paint, but I'm bringing my sketchbook." I answered, taking out the jam.

"Alright, well..You don't have to come visit, me and your father will just come by sometime." She told me. I nodded, understanding.

I spread the jam on my toast and took a bite as I watched as my father came down the stairs.

"Are you ready?" He asked. I nodded, taking another bite of my toast.

My mother got up and gave me a hug.

"We'll miss you..Have fun at your new school~." She said, as I hugged her back.

"I'll miss you guys..make sure to come visit!" I said, smiling. I followed my father out of the house, while he took my suitcase.

I had finally gotten accepted in this school. Barely anyone got accepted. I kind of got lucky I guess.

The earliest age to start going to school there was 19, I turned 20 already, So I was put into 2nd year.

I got into the car and looked out the window as my father started driving me to my new University.

20 minutes later, he parked in the parking lot.

"Uh Father-" I started. He looked in the mirror at me.

"You'll come visit right?" I asked.

He nodded.

I got out of the car and grabbed my suitcase from his trunk.

I closed the trunk and saw him standing there.

He gave me a little hug.

"Good luck. Do well." He said to me. I smiled and thanked him.

I crossed the street and walked to the front office. There was a huge line there for people getting their schedules, and dorms.

There were 4 lines. One said "1st years", then "2nd years", "3rd years" and "4th years."

I got into the 2nd year line, taking out my phone.

There were 9 people in front of me. I looked at the 1st years line and saw about 10 people there.

There were very few people here. It was a small university.

I looked at my phone while standing in the line, scrolling on instagram. I got a message from my mother, reminding me that my audition for dancing was at 4pm tomorrow.