JYP High

Moving to Seoul

~photo credits to owner~ {this is my very first story and I hope you guys like it} IF THIS STORY SOUNDS LIKE OTHER FANFICS IT IS COMPLETELY COINCIDENTAL AND I DONT MEAN TO COPY OTHERS. And grammar will not be perfect.

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" Sae Yi! Are you almost done packing your things? We have to start moving things to our house!", umma shouts. "Yes! Umma just give me 5 more minutes!", I shout back.

I pack my Molang plushie into my duffel bag. I look at my picture frame of me and my best friends, Gaeul and Nana. We grew up together for our entire lives so far, 16 years. I sigh. I'm going to miss them so much! Umma knocks on my door and I shove the photo frame in the bag.

"Yes, umma?" "Are you ready yet Sae Yi? Everyone is just waiting for you."

I nod. I grab the bag and my suitcases and follow my mom out the door. We go out to the car and drive out to our new home. "Bye Busan.."

When we get to Seoul, my little sisters freak out! "Umma!! Look at all the buildings!!" "Wow! Sae Yi look! There are so many cafés!", my sisters say. My 10 year old sister, Hyo-Rin, is the youngest and is always talking. My 13 year old sister, Bo-Yun, is very social and is always checking on her Instagram.

We reach out new home and I gape in amazement. O.o

"Umma, appa! This is our new home?! It's huge!", I shout.

It's traditional Korean home, but it's bigger than any other I've seen!

"Because appa got a promotion at his company, we can live in a grand home like this.", umma said. I just nod in reply. We go inside and start moving our things and furniture in. I check out my room and drop my things.

"OMO!! Umma! My room! It's beautiful!!", I shout. It's a cute and dainty. The walls are creme colored and the windows are lined with a pure white paint coating.

Since appa and umma already moved our beds into our rooms, I lay on mine's. I squeal and squirm on my bed. This is like a dream, me a simple suburban girl, moving and becoming a city girl!

I help my parents move in everything else and start unpacking. It gets late and we leave some boxes unpacked and go to bed after having dinner from a convenience store.

The next morning, I wake up, and get ready to unpack some more. We finish around noon, and I go out to explore Seoul. I bring my purse, wallet and phone.

"Umma! I'm leaving, I'll be back before 10:00.", I shout.

"Okay, have fun and be safe!"

I walk to the bus station and get off by a cafe. I walk in and order a medium vanilla latte. I walk out and look through the windows of stores. I go inside and start a shopping spree. I end up buying 3 new tops and 2 pair of skinny jeans.

"It's getting pretty late. I'll start heading home.", I think to myself. I look at my phone and it's 10:00! Oops! I lost track of time shopping and exploring. I call umma and tell her I'll be home a little later since I got caught up shopping.

On my way to the bus stop, a group of 4 guys step in front of me.

"Hey, pretty! Why don't you hang out with us for a while?", the guy with the mustache says.

"Uh, n-no thank you. I have to get home", I say.

"Just for a little while, think of us as friends", another guy says.

I try to leave and move around them, but the mustache guy grabs my wrist.

"Hey, where you going? Come on, let's go!", he says and his grip gets tighter. He smells like cigarettes and alcohol.

"Ouch! Please let me go! You're hurting me!"

I start panicking and I think to myself this is just like what happened 2 years ago. I try to fight back, but he's really strong. I start to tear up, but I fight back the tears. Crying won't do me any good.

"Hey! You guys! Let that girl go!", a voice suddenly says.

I turn and look and it's a guy with red hair. He looks about my age.

"Ya! Didn't you morons hear me? I said let the girl go.", the red hair guy.

"What's it to you?", the mustache guy says. He suddenly faces me and licks my cheek.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU PERVERT!!??", I scream.

The red hair guy instantly punches the mustache guy and he falls to the ground. I stand there shaking while the red hair guy chases off the 4 guys. He comes back and helps me pick up my things.

"Ya! You idiot! Don't you know girls like you shouldn't be walking around late at night alone!? What were you thinking?", the red hair guy yells coldly.

"Sorry... I-I'm really sorry.", I say. "Thank you for saving me"

"Next time, be careful you idiot! God! I can't believe naive girls like you still exist!", he says. He walks away leaving me at the bus stop.

I look down on the ground and see a card. It's a school ID. It's the red head guy's. It's for JYP High, the school I'm going to.

"Mark Tuan."

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Sorry if the first chapter is too short. I'll be updating the 2nd chapter real soon!

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