Loving You From Busan and Back
Description
Stubborn? Yes. Pretty? Yes. Pretty in Busan? Yes, after all she is a ulzzang. Did she go there on her own will? No. But if she didn't go to Busan she wouldn't have met him. She met him back in 2010, when she was accused of a crime. Her parents sent her to Busan to reflect on her actions but instead she found love. This boy goes by the name of Jung Daehyun, while this girl goes by the name of Ahn Minyoung. After many events they meet again in Seoul in the year of 2013. She finds herself going crazy over the boy she considered her friend just a few years before, but the phase will end soon. Won't it?
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Foreword
Seoul, South Korea: 2010
"Umma! Appa! You guys can't do this! What did I do wrong this time?! Aish," she fussed about ruffling her own hair. "I swear that it wasn't me! It was Daein!" her father, most known for being a thug. He's the second son to claim the spot of being the leader from the Ahn clan. Capable to do anything and everything to those that hurt his family. Can't say rich, but enough money for his family of three to survive. "Appa! Why?! You're a big thug. Can't you just set up Daein?! She started all this anyways!" the younger girl pleaded as she got on her knees.
"Don't you dare use profanity in my house Ahn Minyoung! It's bad enough that wanting to become a thug runs in the genes! Listen to your dad! You can either go to Busan or Mokpo. It's your choice. If I were you I'd choose Busan. The people there that your father knows there are much more nicer then the people in Mokpo." her mother said sternly holding back her hand from slapping Minyoung. "Arraso?"
And with those words, Ahn Minyoung, the unbelievable ulzzang of Seoul, has now arrived to Busan. Where her grave has been dug, deep. And the grave she wants to climb out of.
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