--> Finally finished High School, Yukii left home and moved back to his hometown in Seoul where he grew up, but when his mother passed away his father remarried, and they moved to the United States... hated how he had to leave all his friends beh...
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Chapter 1:
The plane ride back home was exhausting, Los Angelo's to Seoul. I had to get on many different planes but also deal with getting on the right one. I was over tired but was jacked up on coffee and sweets to keep me semi awake for my arrival.
I was super excited about seeing Min-Joon again. We have been close best friends since we were kids. After I left, we stayed in touch as we were like brothers, and I didn't want to lose that bond.
After finally getting off my last plane, I walked down the long path as my suitcase rolled behind me. My big eyes searched around before seeing Min jumping around and holding a sign with my name on it. I laughed and ran over to him; we hugged like little kids.
He pulled back, taking my luggage from me.
"Eh, you look so tired. Long trip?" He asked as we walked off to find his car outside.
"Mmmh." I replied softly as I linked arms with him, so I didn't fall over from being so jet-lagged.
"Don't worry, I made sure your room was ready so you can just go in and rest. I'll cook us a meal for later." He assured me, chuckling as he rubbed my arm softly.
I was about to speak but the sudden scream of girls as they came running to the door's pushing past me and Min, I couldn't help but get hit and fall over. I huffed annoyed as I hurt my knee. It stung as blood stained my jeans; Min was worried as he started to put down my luggage to help me, but another hand came out to offer me help up.
When I looked up, I was greeted by a pair of soft eyes staring down at me, he wore a mask hiding his lips, so all I saw was his eyes.
I took his hand and stood up, brushing myself off. He seemed to be with people as they stood at the side watching curiously.
"Are you okay?" His deep voice asked.
"Yea, just a scrape." I assured him, brushing off my hands as I turned my attention back to him.
