White Rose (rewriting)

13

As I left, I felt eyes analyzing the area around me. I don't think much of it, and I continue on my way. I decide to walk home since it's a nice night.

I begin my journey home (if you can even call it that). The path home is relatively long, but I'll be safe for the most part. I plug my headphones in and place them in my ears.

After about an hour and a half of walking, I'm finally in my own neighborhood.

'Gee, now I see why we have drivers...'

I walk down the neighborhood of expensive houses that cost more than college tuition until I reach the familiar one. I enter and lock the door behind me.

"I'M HOME!" I yell to anyone who might be listening.

"Oh, hi (y/n)," Min Woo says in a monotone voice.

"Oops, did I wake you up?"

"Yeah, but it's alright. I have homework anyways,"

"Get on it. If you need help, you can ask me," I call from half way up the stairs.

I enter my room, closing the door behind me. I change into some pajamas, but half way through a cold chill runs up my spine.

'Hm, that's weird. Maybe something bad is gonna happen in the future?'

I finish changing, and I slip into bed. I browse instagram for a while.

'Imagine if I became an instagram model. Haha, jk...unless...'

I end up going to sleep shortly afterwards.

"So tell me, (y/n). How do you treat people who can't do anything for you?"

I wake up to the sound of my alarm and with sweat running down my face and neck.

'I swear if I see that bitch in a dream again, I'll hunt him down'

I grab my uniform and put it in my gym bag like usual. I text my driver once all of my tasks have been completed.

I climb into the car, but before I can even greet the driver, I get a call. I pull my phone out of my picket and check the caller ID.

'What if it's....'

I nervously accept the call and raise the phone to my ear.

"Hello, who is this?"

"(Y/N)? I'm one of your mother's subordinates. She told me to let you know that she needs you at _____ ASAP,"

"Okay, I'll be in my way. Thank you,"

I hang up the call.

"Sorry about that. Anyways, you know where to go, right?"

"Yes, lady (L/N),"

"Alright. Thank you,"

'Damn it. I'm too stressed to even listen to music right now. I wonder what mother needs...'

We arrive at the location, I thank the driver yet again, and I step out.

As soon as I am out, I am greeted by another one of my mother's subordinates. They lead me to a "meeting spot" of sorts.

"Hello, (Y/N) (L/N). Please, take a seat,"