~somewhere beginning of the story~ present time~ 5years later ~ age 14-15~

Korea~~~

Vivian POV

"Mom! Where's the luggage?!"

"AT THE FRONT DOOT DEAR!" Mom called from the kitchen. Ok it's 5 years later ... It's already passed 5 years, 5 years......

THAT I WAS SO STUPID! I DIDNT EVEN GOT HIS NAME! I had to draw pictures of him again , and again, and again , and again, but nooooo- MY DRAWING JUST HAD TO BE TERRIBLE!

Anyway, Mom and Dad decided to move back to Paris, we're leaving about 6:30 P. M. Today, And that's great, I has been trying to search him on the internet but .... It's always leads me to Seventeen, Exo, Ikon, Nu'est.... Well he does looks like an kpop idol--

Holy crap! Am I that shallow?!

Oh my god, *face palmed * that is the most stupidest thing next to my stupidest moment ever.

Anyway, mom and I are packing our things before leaving Korea, but first thing first, I'm gonna say goodbye to my friends, so hard....

"MOM I'M GOING OUT!" I shouted as I wore my shoes.

"BE BACK AT 4 OR ESLSE YOU'LL LEFT BEHIND!" Mom shouted back, I walked out of our residences to the school-- ok if you're wondering why am I going to school, well you see I has to be pulled out from school because we're going to Paris, and well my friends, they're studying here. I went to my homeroom, then I was suddenly tackled.

"VIVIAN! YOU'RE LEAVING?"

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TOLD US?!"

"UNNIE IS LEAVING US WAHHHH~~~" they cried on me, I was left to comfort them but they just kept crying and clinging on me. And when I mean clinging, It actually means strangling me.

"Please don't cry on me. " I gasped, they just kept tightening their grip on me.

"UNNIE DONT GO!"

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Hai ya! Sorry for the sucky chapters, I just can't find any motivation for me to write a perfect long chapter.

Anyway, if your not amused about the french-korean thingy, I JUST CANT HELP IT!

For the clarification, her mother is a French lady, and her father is Korean. So please don't try to kill me.

So...

Toodles~~~