We were all standing outside of the restaurant waiting for a ride. Well, more like for my parents.

"So sweetheart, you are going to be staying at one of our mansions here in Seoul. You are going to be living with Jimin. And Jihyun, be careful with your flight. Bye Bye!" Mom waved at us as the car drove off.

"So hyung, I gotta go. Dongsaeng, do good for your studies, arasseo? And no more fighting!" He wagged a finger in front of me.

"Arasseo. Go on, Jihyun-ah!" I laughed and pushed him.

"Yah! Call me oppa! I'm older than you!' He pouted.

" Aniyo. You're older by a couple of months, so what?" I asked and crossed my arms.

"Aish!" He ruffled my hair.

"Yah, go on. You're going to be late." Jimin smiled at him. He nodded and hugged Jimin then me.

"Ara. Bye bye hyung! Dongsaeng!" We waved at him good bye.

            Then we were walking to the parking lot with me following Jimin. But a few minutes later, he stopped in front of a cool looking car. 

"No way! You drive this thing?!" I asked in awe.

"Duh. That's what you get for having rich parents." He jingled his keys and opened the door. But it went up. Like the DeLorean from Back To The Future.

             We drove around Seoul and he pointed out some places like the school or the Namsan Tower. 

"There at the top is where people buy locks and write something in it, then lock it on a rail there." He said.

"But what about the key?" I asked him.

"Well, my friends and I did that and we just flushed it in the toilet there." He laughed. I punched his arm jokingly. But I saw him wince slightly before changing back into cool faced.

"Is your arm okay?" I tugged on his shirt.

"Ani. Just tired from school, that's all." He looked at me and showed me a small smile. It was a forced smile.

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