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

Chapter 39: The Establishment

(A/N: There's a song on the side but DO NOT play it until I tell you to :D )

*Sophie's POV*

"Sophie!" I heard DongWoon yell from the bottom of the stairs. Everything I had just planned out went; melted out of my brain like an ice cream under a hot summer’s sun. You know like when somebody asked you what your favourite movie is, and then you forget every single movie you’ve ever watched in your life. That is what had just happened to me. I was stood in the middle of my bedroom staring down blankly at my gold Pineapple Studio gym bag, scratching my head in frustration. “Sophie!” DongWoon yelled again and I became all flustered.

I clenched my teeth and squealed, stomping my foot down against the carpet. I just grabbed my turquoise apple bottom jogging pants and the matching jacket and stuffed it into the bag. I then grabbed a white vest top and threw that in with them. I quickly changed into a pair of black stone washed skinny jeans and a cute white long sleeved t-shirt with an owl stitched on with black sequins. I put my new white all stars on and grabbed my bag and ran down the stairs as quickly as I could, trying to juggle my bag as I tied my wet hair up into a messy bun.

I hopped over the bottom four steps and bolted to the door where DongWoon as stood with his hand on the handle. “Your driver is here,” he teased in an excited tone.

“I know!” He opened the door and I turned to look over my shoulder to face the living room where the other five members were watching Thor and yelled, “See you guys later!” I then looked at DongWoon who smiled at me. I reached up and gave his a quick and friendly peck on the cheek and hopped over the thresh hold.

The young handsome driver smiled at me when I got to the car and he opened the back door for me. *Wow, this is weird* I said as I dived into the seat. I thanked him and he walked around to the driver’s side of the car and got in, the engine was already running so he just put it into gear and drove off down the long road to the main street. “My name is Sophie,” I introduced myself. “What is yours?”

“My name is KunWoo, ma’am,” He answered politely ad my stomach twisted violently.

“Please, just call me Sophie,” I instructed. “I’m a university student, not the queen.” I heard him laugh and it was a beautiful sound. He reminded me of somebody but I couldn’t quite put my finger on whom.

“Sure thing ma- I mean, Sophie. I’m sorry,” he apologised and seemed to be a little awkward with the way I was being so friendly and open with him. “It may take me a while to get used to it.” He chuckled and it made me smile. I sat back in my seat and crossed my legs over, setting my gym bag on the seat next to me.

“I’m just a small town girl from England, I’m not used to the whole formal thing they have going on over here,” I admitted and smiled nervously. It was really bugging me, the fact he reminded me of somebody and I didn’t know who.

“You’re English?” he spoke in a flawless, gorgeous English accent. He looked at me using his rear view mirror and grinned.

My eyes widened and I lent forward in my seat. “You’re English?” I copied his question, but mine came out more shocked and it came out so quickly it sounded a little violent.

He chuckled and shook his head. “Yes, I’m English. Born and bred. Well apart from the Korean parents that is.” I smiled and fell back against the seat. I couldn’t believe I had met yet another gorgeous English-Korean lad. I spent half of my life searching for a decent looking Korean guy and now I’m in Korea I keep finding lads that are from England.

“Do you like it over hear?” I asked.

“Yeah, I prefer it here to England; the weather was always so dull.” I could agree with that. In England we were lucky if we got a weeks’ worth of decent sun-bathing time per year. “My little brother however,” he continued as he turned right at a cross road that led down one of the many streets in Seoul I had never visited before. “He preferred it in England, he misses his friends.”