Moving Out

Sora's POV

"I brought coffee for you," Yoongi smiles as he approaches me while I gently rock on the swing.

"Thank you~," I accepted it from him.

"Will you tell me what's wrong now? Or should I just make out with you until you feel better?" He asks, sitting on the swing beside mine.

"Making out seems like a good idea but you'll get lipstick all over your pretty face," I chuckled while poking his cheek. Gosh, this person can be cute and hot at the same time. That's my Min Yoongi, everyone!

"Doesn't matter. I'm gonna do it anyway," Yoongi shrugged, giving me a pervy look.

"Yah! Stop it!" I grinned, pushing his face away when he made smoochy lips to tease me.

"So... What's going on?" He asked and leaned towards me with a curious expression.

"Remember the rich people from yesterday?" I questioned while staring off into the distance.

"Yeah, why?" He asks.

"Eomma is sending me to Seoul to study and I have to stay with them," I sighed and sadly turned to look at him.

"Jinja! Wow! That's so nice! Why are you sad? You should be happy! We should celebrate!" Yoongi gasped, grabbing onto my hands in excitement. But Yoongi...

"I don't want to leave you. How do I stay there without you?" I whispered with tears in my eyes.

"Oh god... uljima~!" Yoongi whined, immediately getting off his swing and knelt before me when I started to sob in frustration.

"I really don't want to go without you," I pouted in tears. We've been together for so long that I've grown used to his presence. How do I leave it all behind and leave with nothing...?

"Sora... seize the opportunity and go, okay? I'll do my best and meet you there! My saving is almost enough!" He smiles brightly at me while rubbing his hand against my cheek to comfort me.

"B-Bu-" Before I can say anything else- He pressed his lips against mine. I gripped his hands as our lips brushed one another in a steady rhythm. I fell quiet after he pulled away and bit my lips when I felt my cheeks growing warmer.

"I'll be there with you in a few months. We'll be together again, okay?" He assured me while staring into my eyes. He always makes me go weak for him.

"Araso..." I nodded, resting my forehead against his. I really don't want to end this, never. I want everything I have in Busan. I don't want to go to Seoul. It's terrifying.

Departure

"Oh god. Why did I agree to this," Yoongi groaned, smacking his head with regrets.

"You did the right thing, son" Appa chuckled, patting Yoongi's shoulder to comfort him.

"Remember what you said? We'll see each other in a few months," I smile sadly at him as tears form in my eyes.

"Yeah, I know a few months may seem short but it's a long time without you," Yoongi whispers as his eyes shimmer in tears. I just want to hold him tight and never let go.

"I'll be rooting for you," I pouted while hugging him.

"I regret it. Please don't go- Ah, ani! Please go," Yoongi whispers in my ear.

"Awee, it's heartbreaking to watch this," Eomma smiled at us.

"I'm a strong man! I can wait! I can wait!" Yoongi stiffly nodded after taking a deep breath with his fists clenched.

"Appa and eomma will miss you, Sora," Appa sadly smiled. He placed his arm around Yoongi's shoulder to comfort him. Just then, they announce my flight, making my heart stop for a moment. This is it, I'm really leaving all of this behind.

"I have to go now," I smiled, leaning forward to kiss Eomma's and appa's cheeks. They gave me a crushing hug before letting go of me.

"I'll see you soon?" I turned to smile at Yoongi, who was breathing heavily with his eyes shut.

"I love you, Min Yoongi," I chuckled, cupping his cheek and gave him one last kiss.

"I love you too. I can do this, I can't do this- I can't do this! I can do this!" He whimpered. I gently squeezed his hands as tears flowed down my cheeks. I really don't want to leave you behind, and I'm not leaving you behind.

"I have to go now," I gave Yoongi another peck on his lips before turning away. I waved at them as I went up to the other floor.

"We'll take care of him!" Appa shouts toward me as he hugs Yoongi, who is crying on the floor below. I'm no longer a child or a teenager, this is it. Like appa said, we stay low. We don't attract unwanted attention. I arrived at Incheon in the afternoon. I was really unsure of where to go as I strolled out of the airport until I saw two big guys in neat suits.... holding a poster with my name on it.

"What the..." I sniggered as I approached them. They look too manly to hold up the cute poster.

"Welcome home, Ms. Jang Sora! For your safety the code is 0717, is that right?" The bodyguards smiled awkwardly at me.

"Neh that's the code," I slowly nodded towards them. So that's what it was huh? The code appa told me before I left? He kept on reminding me to remember 0717 but refused to tell me what it is. Wow, just wow. I don't get why they have to go this far. I barely brought anything with me. It's not like I'll get kidnapped or anything. Maybe it's just the rich? They're so paranoid.

"We'll take you home safely," The guards showed me the way out of the airport. One stood in front of me to clear the way while the other guard stayed behind me to keep people away. I feel like a prisoner, is this how you stay low appa? I stayed quiet the whole way to wherever we were going. The city is full of traffic, pretty girls, and handsome guys. Wow, this is Seoul huh? Sadly, the air wasn't as refreshing as in Busan. It's filled with city smoke and busy-looking people. 

"Argh!" I screamed in panic when the guard suddenly slammed the brake. I felt my body jerking forward but was roughly held back by the seatbelt.

"Miss! Are you okay?" One of the guards turns to ask me.

"Neh. I'm okay... What happened?" I nodded, rubbing my neck while brushing my hair back. I'm not okay. They almost broke my neck.

"A car crossed a red light. That was a close call. Shik, we have to be cautious," The guard explained the situation.

"I can't believe this, Ms. Jang is barely in the city and they're-"

"Shik! Focus on driving, it's our duty!" The guard in the passenger seat snaps at the guard name Shik again. The guard turned to look at me as if he wanted to say something, but he bit his lips and turned away. Huh? We finally drove into a heavily guarded property after almost getting into three accidents over the span of two hours. I think my soul left my body, it's crazy! How do people drive so carelessly? The guards were sweating when they got off the car.

"You're safe in here and I hope you aren't traumatized," The snappy guard turns to look at me while wiping the sweat off his forehead. Of course, he's scared. We almost died three times on the highway. Is this why eomma says it's dangerous because people go mad on the highway in Seoul?

"What the...." I gasped when I turned to look at the mansion. No, did I say mansion? It's mansion's'. Two enormous mansions sat next to each other, glowing in the dark like a royal palace. My jaw dropped as I stood staring at it with my eyes wide open. How rich are they...?

"Oh, yeah. The one on the left belongs to the Kims and the one on the right is the Jeon's," The bodyguard informed while heaving my suitcase out of the car trunk. These people are crazy. The traffic is crazy and so are these giant ass mansions.

"Be careful!" Bodyguard Shik shrieked, pulling me toward him when a big black motorbike zoomed past me. I stumbled forward in panic, then turned to watch the person drive toward the garage, except it wasn't a garage, and the sight of property made my jaws drop again. The door lifted open and the inside was twenty times bigger than my garage at home. It's a fucking private parking lot.

"Why is it so crazy out here? The people? The traffic? The amount of wasted money?" I asked, turning to look at the guards in shock.

"Just wait, Ms. Jang. This isn't even a fraction of everything yet," The guards chuckle while leading me toward the mansion. I think I'm going crazy. I followed them from behind and almost reached the front door when another red sports car came speeding past me... sending me stumbling backward in panic.

"Huh. I think I won't survive until dawn," I gasped while standing on the sidewalk- completely paralyzed as I watch the car drive into their private parking lot.

"Sora! You're here!" Mr. Jeon came rushing out of the front door to give me a warm hug. Seeing him made me feel so much better, he's just like appa. Cheerful and funny for 24/7 hours a week.

"Anneonghaseyo!" I bowed.

"Aigo! No need for that! I'm glad you made it safely," He smiles and patted my back. Just then, an elderly woman appears too.

"Oh, anneonghaseyo- I'm Jang Sora," I bowed at her.

"Ah, neh," She nodded, examining me coldly until it made me uncomfortable. She looks like Mrs. Kim, but I'm pretty sure she's not Mrs. Kim. She's too cold to be Mrs. Kim.

"Let's head inside, you must be tired!" Mr. Jeon beamed. He placed his arm around my shoulder and led me in with him.

"Holy- shit..." I whispered, glancing around the mansion with my eyes wide open. They're crazy. It's nothing like a house. It's a freaking palace with all the luxurious furniture, a huge staircase with complicated patterns carved along its railing, and a gigantic chandelier hanging over the splendid living room. Antique statues and paintings were displayed along the wall and hallway of the mansion. Everything looks... so expensive, it makes me nervous. If I break something... I'll be in debt to them for the rest of my life.

"What did you say Sora?" Mr. Jeon asks while smiling at me.

"Oh, neh? I said this is amazing," I smiled, snapping out of my thoughts.

"It isn't much, but I hope you feel at home," He nodded toward the giant ass staircase leading upstairs and the infinite amount of halls leading to who knows where.

"I'll try my best not to burden you," I replied, nodding slowly at the expensive-looking furniture and the maids hustling in and out of the mansion. This is how we stay low appa? Putting me in one of the richest households?

"We should have dinner! I'm hungry! Don't you think so, Sora?" Mr. Jeon beams at me as he cutely rubs his tummy.

"N-neh..." I chuckled uncomfortably.

"Kaja!" He patted my back, then led me down a hallway mounted with ancient artworks along the wall.

"Here we are!" He announced, opening a giant wooden door for me.

"The fuck..." I whispered under my breath as my jaw dropped once again. I think I'll have jaws problem after all this. Inside the dining room was a long-ass table littered with high-class food.

"Do you like it?" Mr. Jeon asks, eagerly looking at me. He's just like appa.

"Neh... I like it.. a lot," I nodded and approached one of the chairs. So much food... for a few of us? What a waste. They can actually decrease world hunger with whatever they have on the table right now.

"Sit next to me," Mr. Jeon insisted, pulling me to the end of the table. Of course, the greatest always sits at the end of the table.

"Mr. Kim sits at the other end of the table," Mr. Jeon nodded toward the other end.

"Ah... neh," I replied, sitting down beside Mr. Jeon at the table edge. Mrs. whoever she is- but I'm assuming she's Mrs. Jeon, sat quietly next to Mr. Jeon on the opposite side from me. She kept on darting me a cold and dull expression.

"Have you ever had such an amazing meal?" She asks, finally smirking at me. Is she mocking me?

"I-"

"Jisoo, hajima." Mr. Jeon sighed and turned to her.

"Just asking, in case she doesn't know how to-"

"Jisoo..." Mr. Jeon warns in a low and steady voice. She stops talking and shrugs dismissively.

"I'm sorry, my wife doesn't trust people she doesn't know. She's really paranoid... but you're no stranger to us," Mr. Jeon whispered with a weak smile.

"Ah! You're here Sora-shi!" Mrs. Kim came bursting into the room and pulls me into a tight hug.

"Anneonghaseyo..." I quickly bowed. This is the Mrs. Kim I'm talking about, the nice one.

"Tsk, it's just a girl what's with all the fuss," Mrs. Jeon rolls her eyes. Why is she so mean?

"Don't mind her. She's always like that," Mrs. Kim squished my cheeks between her palms again.

"Oh, anneonghaseyo! I'm Jang Sora," I quickly bowed at an elderly man when I noticed him standing behind Mrs. Kim. I think it's Mr. Kim.

"Neh, you are pretty just like my wife claims. You've grown up well," Mr. Kim smiled at me.

"I'm hungryyy," A deep and low voice whines from outside the door. It opens and a tall guy came strolling in. He was dressed in black from head to toe, skinny jeans, boots, and a leather jacket. He has mullet blonde hair and dull-looking eyes.

"Ah, Taehyung! This is Sora! Sora meet Taehyung!" Mr. Kim excitedly pulls the guy towards me. He abruptly froze when he saw me, clearly taken aback by my presence.

"Anneong?" He greeted, staring at me with a slight smile. A playboy. Yup.

"Anneonghaseyo, I'm Jang Sora," I greeted. Taehyung glanced at the elders inside the room with a questioning expression, then averted his dull eyes back to mine.

"Kim Taehyung," He nods and walks off to sit at the other end of the table. Taetae... doesn't fit him. I was about to sit down when the door burst open again with a loud bang, startling everyone inside the dining room.

"Jungkook!" Mr. Jeon snaps at his son. Oh.. that's him. He looks angry, he is angry. He stomped his way around the table and sat down beside Mrs. Jeon with an irritated expression.