You changed me [P.J.M]

Chapter 4: Spain

*Yura's P.O.V*

"Eomma.. Appa... Hajima... You're scaring me.." I whimpered at the backseat of the car, with tears welling up in my eyes.

"Gwaenchanha, Yura. Stop speeding so fast, Something might happen! Yura is crying because of you!" He begged.

"SCREEEECHHH! BOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!"

"OPPA! JIYONGIE OPPA!!!!!! WAKE UP!!!!!!! Please.... Don't leave me...."

I felt a finger slide down my nose bridge.

"JIYONG!!!!!!!!!"

I woke up with sweat pouring down my back and my cheeks were damp. I looked at my pillow. It was wet. I was crying in my sleep.... 'That dream hasn't come to my mind for months.. Why now?' I sighed as I messed up my hair and got ready for...... School. Ugh.

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"Good morning, Yu-.... Did you cry? What happened?!" My mom noticed my puffy eyes. 'So much for trying to cover it up with that cream I saw eomma putting on to hide her freckles.. Heck do they call that? Whatever..'

"I always have puffy eyes in the morning, did you not notice?" I lied my way out.

"Really? Guess I haven't.. Eat up, dear. You have a Long day ahead of you."

I sighed just at the thought of it. Just at the thought of seeing Park Jimin especially..

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"I'm done eomma, I'll leave it in the sink." I said as I put my rose pink bag on my shoulder.

"Have a good day in school, Yura." She called out.

I got into the car and the chauffeur drove me to school. As we sped through the road of Seoul, I looked out of the car's window, watching other cars flying passed us, people at the bus stop, holding their phones or wearing their earpieces, little children playing as they walk to school with their mini backpacks, and the elderly holding their market bags, heading to the wet market for their daily needs. 'It's been awhile, Seoul..' I rested my head on the back of my hand as I continue to admire the buzzing scenery outside.

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"Thank you so much." I thanked the chauffeur as I got off the car. Just in time, the school bell rang, which meant it's time for... -checks timetable-..... Literature. How fun.. 'At least I get a power nap. Perfect class for a perfect catnap.' I shrugged and walked off to class. But, I had to see the person that I wanted to see last. Park Jimin. I watched him as he entered class 2b-1. 2b-1... It took me a second to sink in what I just realised. Jimin is in my class today. Shit.

I reluctantly stepped into the classroom, where my form teacher, who's also my literature teacher apparently, stood behind the teacher's desk. 'Please don't ask me to sit with him.' I crossed my fingers behind my back and looked at her.

"Oh hello, Ms. Yura. I hope you are coping well with your new school." Mrs. Suh greeted me warmly. I smiled at her in response. She's a good teacher. "Lets see..." 'Please, please, pleaseeee~' "Alright, please take a seat next to Jimin." I immediately hear gasps and whispers from the students like: she's not going to make it alive, she's dead for sure, etc. I looked at him and he smirked. I flinched.  'I take my words back, I'm gonna suffer now :-:'. I was quite surprised that Jimin would even be on time for classes. Considering what he does.. You know what I mean...