Maybe, never

Chapter 1

Y/N POV

It's a Saturday night, I'm looking out the window as the sunset goes down and I can't help but feel nostalgic. Back in high school I would watch the sun rise and set with my best friend Vanessa. Every morning I would get up real early to make her food and have a special moment between us two. We were the outcasts, so whenever I had the moment to make things brighter; I did it. Except in junior year we got into a car accident. I thought it would cost all of our lives, only if cost hers. I cant imagine being with out her. Yet I am so grateful that she had kept me going through out my life. Keeping me pumped for life and looking forward to everything that comes my way. My life without her wasn't the same, even though I played it as if it was.

My name is y/n and this is my story. I was adopted into silver spoon. Nothing about it was right. Everyone used me and everyone judged me. Did people hate me or like using me? I honestly couldn't decide. After a while I started to stick to my group. The misfits of it all. You know, the kids who create mayhem and don't give a damn about anything. I was of course 'the good child', the person of the group no one wanted to taint. To destroy. To show what the real world was about. Since Vanessa has passed everyone has wanted to keep me in a place of peace, even if it mean I hadn't smoked weed or I drank; and hadn't. They refused to left me go to their   dark side.

But just any cliche love story, things turned for the worse. Or did they? Park. Mother. Fucking. Jimin. Who was he? Don't know; and don't certainly give two fucks. The last thing I needed was a distraction. All I wanted way to go on my way as usual, talk to my friends for a brief second and go on my way. Yet, OF COURSE this bitch had to bump into me and walk past me like I was a god damn dummy.

Jimin POV

No. No, no, no, no this can't be possible. My parents are the owners of a high car company; cool right? I thought so too until they told me they'd be building their new office somewhere where in Seoul, Korea and I'd have to go to a new school. I shouted exasperatedly,"WHY DO I HAVE TO FACE THE TORUTE!? What about my friends and life here. What am I going to do."

My mom lets out a heavy sigh and looks out the window. "Look Jimin, I know you're very comfortable here and I feel bad that I have to move you like this but our company has grown larger than ever imagined. We can't possibly let this slip through our hands. It's one more year honey! Please bare with us."

She looks stressed and worn out. I can't stand my mother to look the way she does. I walk over to her and give her a slight hug, "Mom, I'm sorry. This is just so sudden and it's the last year of high school. I'm very taken back. I appreciate all you and dad have done. I'll bare with it ok?" My mom looks at me with so much joy and hugs me so intensely I feel as I'm about to burst.

It's been hours since I've boarded the plane and landed in Seoul. To say I wasn't actually excited was an understatement. Before I knew it we were already in a taxi on the way to our new house . Pulling up to the huge m modernized White Castle looking like building, I heaved a sigh. It was already late and I had to prepare for school the next day.

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I quickly showered and got into my pajamas as I looked into the night sky, wondering what tomorrow would hold for me here. I spent most of my life in Japan since my family did business there. I had gotten used to the language barrier and how life was. Laying in bed I drifted off to sleep already missing life back home.

*beep beep*

That damn alarm clock has never failed me to feel cranky in the morning. Getting up from my bed and getting my uniform on I got ready for the day and left. 'Damn I look good' I thought as I pulled out my driveway. Once I reach to the school I realize everyone is already in their social clicks and not paying attention to the expensive car I arrived in.

I walk into school not trying to ignore the fact no one noticed me. I'm surprised no one looked at me and my nice car, or my entrance. I'm not used to people not looking at me. Walking up the steps and into the hallway I try my best to go on like I'm the best. Before I know it I bump into something and am instantly irritated. Looking back at this girl I can tell that she's beautiful but I hesitate. "Watch where you're walking woman, and don't even think about touching skin with me again." She looks at me mouth wide and-