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"In which the lion fell in love with the lamb..."

Park Ji Eun is a normal college student, pretty studious, fairly innocent. When she gets caught up with the wrong people in the wrong situation, it seems all hell's gone loose. Min Yoongi and his mafia are ruthless, recognized throughout all of underground Korea. As the two get wrapped up in the world around them and what is really going on, Ji Eun is able to open her eyes and see for herself the path she is destined to follow.

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"You're so grown up, Ji Eun..." my mother sighs as we load the last box into the car. My father is in the kitchen, reading the newspaper, sipping his coffee occasionally. Once in a while, he looks through the kitchen window to where we stand on the driveway.

"I'll be okay, eomma." I say back. She smiles and hugs me lightly. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the sun setting over the horizon, the streetlights flickering to life, one by one.

"Did you make sure to get everything that you need?" My mother asks worriedly.

"Yes, everything," I say, rolling my eyes. She worries a lot, me being so young, as well as her only child.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," I pull down the hatch of the car and step into the cab, putting the key in the ignition. "I'm fine. It's just a few hours from home, and it's not very far." My father takes this opportunity to step outside and give his farewells, setting down his coffee mug.

"Just make sure to focus on what's important, alright?" He mutters. I smirk, knowing that my dad's always been a little on the overprotective side.

"Have a good time in Seoul, okay?" my mother shouts from the porch as I drive away. I wave goodbye and roll up my window, letting out a breath I hadn't remembered holding in. Thinking about it now, I had never thought that I would make it this far in my education. Both my parents had never had any real degrees, and they would always be strict and harsh when it came to my grades.

Many of my family members had declared that I would get nowhere in life with a degree in the Fine Arts, but I know I can do it anyway. Although I've been interested in visual arts and creative writing my entire life, I know that psychology is something great to go into. As some of my friends have said, it's like having a sixth sense...

As I drive on the freeway, I look over at the clock on my radio, and it already reads 10:37 P.M.

Two more hours, Ji Eun... I tell myself. I yawn and turn on the radio, willing myself to stay awake until I at least reach the campus. I take another drink from my water bottle, tightening the grip on my steering wheel. The car behind me speeds up, going around me and cutting me off.

"You bastard!" I curse, letting out yet another exasperated sigh. "I was literally going ten over the speed limit, dammit..."

Time passes, and I finally reach the campus grounds. It may be past midnight, but I barely feel anything anymore from the level of exhaustion I've been through tonight.

I open the glass door leading to the campus apartments, entering the lobby elevator, taking it up to the second-to-top floor. I am surprised to find that I am the only one in this apartment, having no roommates. The floor itself is mostly deserted, with few people occupying the corridors.

I throw my suitcase onto the floor, pulling out some pajamas and my bed linens. I brush my teeth and flop down, falling asleep as soon as I hit the pillow.

*****

Beep. Beep. Beep.

groan, slamming my hand on the bedside table, looking for my phone. I find it and shut it off, sitting up in bed. I look lazily around my room, noticing another person in the other bed on the opposite side of the room. I get up slowly, examining the other person. Shrugging it off, I walk towards the kitchen and begin to make myself some breakfast before the first class of the day begins at 9.

I yawn and pull open the cabinet, only to realize there's nothing there.

Oh... I think to myself. I forgot that I need to go shopping soon. I sigh and sit down at the table, checking my phone.

7:24 AM... Nothing to do yet.

I hear shuffling behind me, and turn around, coming face to face with another girl around my age, if not younger.

"Oh... uh, hey," I say quietly, smiling.

"Hi," she says back, monotone. "I guess we're roommates, huh?" I nod, looking back at my phone. Finding nothing interesting, I turn it off and put it down. The new girl, whose name I have yet to learn, sits down at the table, her seat farthest away from mine. Her overall attitude is sickening, and she looks to be extremely snotty and stuck-up.

"Oh, I never got your name," I say, looking in her direction. She doesn't say anything at first, and seems to be caught up in her top-of-the-line smartphone and professionally manicured nails. Without looking up, she chews her mint gum, twirls her hair around her finger and talks quietly.

"My name's Jessica. Transfer student from America." She mumbles. I sigh. Not exactly the best roommate ever, I guess... But it'll have to work.

"Alright, I think I'm just gonna get ready and go for now." I mutter. Jessica says nothing, eyes glued to her screen. I decide that since there's no food in the apartment, I'll get some coffee and a muffin from the nearby cafe and go shopping later.

*****

"That'll be 10,650 won." the cashier says, ringing up my order. I can't do this often, it's way too expensive. I pay the amount and put the change in the tips jar for the barista. Smiling, I turn around and make my way out the door.

"Yah!" a man says as I bump into him on accident. My cup of coffee spills down my white shirt, staining it completely. I look angrily at the man whom I had bumped into, coming face to face with someone in their early twenties, pale white skin, honey-brown eyes, soft brown hair.

"O-oh... I'm sorry..." I say, noticing that there's no coffee spilled on him, all of it on me. Sigh... Just great...

"It's okay," he says back. Without saying anything, he grabs a few napkins, handing them to me. I wipe off my shirt as best I could and threw on my hoodie, knowing I have no time to go home and change.

I look up from what I'm doing, and see him paying for another coffee.... the same one in which I had just ruined. He hands it to me silently.

"I'm.. I'm Ji Eun. Park Ji Eun." I mumble, slightly embarrassed. "Thank you....." I trail off, waiting for his name.

"Yoongi. Min Yoongi." he crosses his arms, looking around at the small coffee shop. He doesn't seem to be much of a talker, very quiet and stern-looking. But he seems to be nice enough.

I nod and look at my watch, seeing at the time. "Shit, I'm late!" I say thank you again with a slight bow, rushing out the door. I don't even really think of what just happened, all I care about is getting to class on time.

I walk towards the door of Seoul National University, sighing in relief when the doors open and I find that my class has not started yet. I sit down in an open seat and take out my laptop, preparing to start class. Looking over to my right, I see Jessica rush in, applying lipstick and sitting next to me. I sit in silence, watching as she opens up her new MacBook Pro, plugging in her Beats earbuds, and fixing the fur on the inside of her UGG boots.

Talk about money... Probably taken from her mom and dad... I think to myself, looking down at my own simple laptop and old, red Converse high tops. I'm happy with what I have for now, and that's the way it is.

*****

Just because the lectures were over and the classes for the day had ended, doesn't mean the day was officially over. There's still the studying to do, the papers to write, the textbooks to read and annotate. A few more times during the day, I had come across people who seemed sketchy, rude, quiet, arrogant; would Seoul really be like this? Are all the people here this rich and stuck up? Then again, it is Seoul...

I unlocked my apartment door and sighed, rubbing my eyes and throwing my bag down on the sofa. I hear giggling from the room down the hall, as well as a man's voice. I roll my eyes in annoyance. Is she already bringing guys home? It's literally the first day of the year... goddamn...

I take my backpack and throw it on my shoulder, grabbing my purse off the coathook.

"Have fun Jessica!" I sarcastically shout through the doorway. I hear someone say "Shit," and then there's silence. I slam the door behind me and walk out of the building, going back to the cafe so I can get some homework done without hearing people getting it on....

*****

The cafe is quiet, with almost no people in it for 8:45 P.M. I look up from my textbook, where I had been annotating and taking notes in the margin. My collection of highlighters sits in my pencil case, staring up at me. The soft lighting from the dim bulbs above the table illuminates my work ever so slightly, and I feel the effects of a long day wearing down on me. I rest my head on my arm as I write with the other hand in order to get comfortable, which I soon find is a bad idea. I drift off more and more into sleep, and when I finally close my eyes, I let the darkness swallow me into slumber.

"Hey..." I hear someone say, the noise quiet, almost a whisper. Then again, louder. "Yah... Yah..." I groan, raising my head from my arms, covering my mouth with my hands as I yawn.

"Hmm?" I open my eyes more and come face to face with the same guy from this morning. I can't remember his name, though... Yoon, Yong, Yoonji... oh that's right...

"Yoongi?" I question, looking at him closer. "What're you doing here?" I check the time, seeing that only a little under an hour has passed.... damn...

"Just get up, the cafe's closed." He stands up from where he was crouching, and walks out the door, the bell chiming on his way out.

"Aish..... what the hell is his issue..." I say under my breath. I look over at the ahjumma running the front counter, giving a small bow and a thank you for waiting for me before closing. I come here quite often, and she knows that I frequently come to study and drink their coffees and teas.

By the time I walk back home and get inside, I turn in my online assignments, brush my teeth and wash my face, and jump into bed. Jessica is nowhere to be seen, and I assume she went over to be with her boytoy. As I turn off my lamp and go back to sleep, I empty my mind and close my eyes for the last time until tomorrow.

*****

"And that concludes the assignment overview for today," the head professor states over the large classroom. "Make sure that the Document Based Essay is turned in by Friday, late work will be accepted by Sunday but with the grade dropped one letter. Dismissed."

I sigh and make sure that I have everything packed up in my backpack before walking outside. Compared to the way the sun beat down on the dark, cracked pavement in late August, the wind now whipped around and pierced my cheeks with the cold of January, and I always find myself wrapping my scarf tighter round my face to keep warm.

"If you keep doing that, you're gonna choke," said my friend, Hana, from beside me. Through the past couple of months, I've gotten to know her pretty well. She lives a couple of doors down from me in the apartment complex, and we met one day while we were getting mail on a Sunday.

"Whatever, I just wanna get home to where it's warm..." I complain, getting in my car, ready to head for home.

"Well, I have to go somewhere, and then go shopping, so I'll see you later." she waved me off and got in her own car across the lot, driving away. I close the door and start my car, rubbing my temples. Although I know it hasn't been that long, I'm already done adulting for one day...

A/N

Hey guys! I know that I've been working on a lot of story plots lately, and haven't really come up with a lot. I've been working on this book plot for a while, and am happy to say that I'm ready to write! I know that this chapter is probably really fucking boring and long but oh well it's the first one... I promise the next one will be better ;-;

But yeah, so I guess this is what I got so far? Please comment on what you think or want to see from the book, and give me some insight on your ideas

μ‚¬λž‘ν•΄~

-pinkprincess-

 

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