I got up from the where I was sitting.
"I-I-I-I U-umm" I couldn't speak.
"Hey umm, you left all your stuff out there, I have it here" A deep voice said.
I quickly put on an oversized sweater and put the hood on. I opened the door and kept my eyes glued on the floor.
"Here you go" He said handing then to me.
My hands were trembling.
"T-t-t-thank Y-y-you" I said.I quickly tried to shut the door when he stopped me.
"Nice to meet you too.. Quite some manners you have" He said in an angry tone.
I was already uncomfortable "talking" to new people. But having them angry when just met them makes me emotional.
I began to tear up. My fears got to me and I couldn't handle it
"I-I-I-I-I...I-I'm s-s-sorry" I managed to say.
I looked up with my red and tear face.
"I-I uh I didn't mean".... He was cut off by me.
"It's fine"... I said.
I wiped my tears and closed the door.
"I need to talk to her" I whispered to myself.
I grabbed my phone and dialed
Su Yung.
Su Yung was my first friend I made in Korea. She thought I was too shy and tried to make me more...creative.
We've always stuck around for each other since. We lived together for a few years in high school but I had to move back home for college.
"Hello" She said in a very sleep voice.
"Oh shit I totally for got the time differences" I said
"Nah it's fine I'm just sitting here like a potato, thinking if I should get take out or make something"
She said.I began to laugh. "If you tried cooking you'd burn your house down" I said.
We both laughed.
"Take out it is" She said.
"I.. I umm actually needed yo talk to you" I said.
"Yeah "? She asked
There was a silence..
"I WANT YOU TO COME TO PARIS"! I yelled.
"Umm..Sure" She said.
"R-really"? I replied.
"Yeah.. Why not" She chuckled.
After I hung up I walked to my closet finding something to wear. In the end I picked a black tank top, black leather jacket, black pants, black combat boots and a spiked belt (in the media). Black is a necessity for me. After I got dressed I let my hair be... Because fuck it.
While I was talking to Su Yung she told me that breaking out of my bubble of not being shy was to be a bitch. Not a mean bitch but a bitch when it come to pissing me off. I practiced with her for quite a while.
I walked out of my apartment locking the door.
"Alright, let's see..book bag: check
Phone: check. Car keys: check. House keys: check. Wallet: check... I think that's it" I thought to myself.When I got down stairs I saw someone admiring my bike.
"Look at this Kyungsoo... It's so beautiful" He said
But the guy who He was talking to was to busy reading a book.
He began to touch the handles and play with it.
"HEY" I yelled at him.
I apparently yelled so loud I made the man who was out there with him to drop his book.
"What doy you want" He said while still touching the bike.
"Get your hands off my bike" I yelled again. I began to come out of my bubble.
He looked at me and laighed "You think this BEAUTIFUL motorcycle would belong to an emo like you"
I began laughing. I walked closer and got on the bike.
"Get off.. It's not yours" He said almost pushing me off.
I grabbed the keys from my bag and started the engine.
"I paid good money for this bike, alright"? I said.
He gave me a shocked look. And I smirked at him while putting on my helmet and drove off.
"H-her ass looks amazing" Kai said.
"Your a pervert Kai" Kyungsoo said.
"Lets go" Kai yelled as all 10 were walking out of the building.
I began taking my first steps up the stairs leading to the entrance.
"Here we go.. Another day.. Another dollar" I whispered to myself.I was able to find The Dean's office. But as I entered... So did 12 other people.
"Fuck my life" I said under my breath.
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Don't Go (EXO fanfiction)
FanfictionYuri Park is your simple young adult. Well not really. With her crazy rich friend, her desperate brother and you know her... world famous singers living next door...? Life couldn't be better...Right?