It's been two months since I got the phone call from JYP's principal. He told me I had been accepted in the school. After I received the call the hard part came was telling my parents about the whole thing. Of course they were furious at first. I somehow managed to convince them that this is a great opportunity, that I shouldn't miss and in the end they agreed to let me go. Now I'm here packing my luggage and getting ready for my flight which is after two days.

To be honest I'm quite nervous because of my Korean. I've been practicing a lot, I also went on a lot of lessons and I think I've managed get it on a good level but I'm still not used to it. That's why I'll be going there a month before the actual semester starts. I think it will be  really helpful and I'll get used to living there easier.

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12:45PM

I just arrived at the airport, apparently I should be waiting for one of my dorm's roommates I was told that his name is Jaebum. The plane arrived one hour earlier so I didn't really know if the boy would be here and couldn't call him because no body gave me his phone number so I'll have to wait.

One hour passed really fast I'm still waiting for the boy. I decided to call the principal but at that exact moment I saw a boy with a sheet of paper with my name written on it. 'Finally' I thought while I was walking towards him.

"Hello, I'm Mark Tuan you must be Jaebum. Thanks for coming to get me." I said with a smile on my face trying to be as nice as possible. I didn't want to make a bad impression.

"Actually no, something urgent came up and Jaebum had to take care of that, so he couldn't come." he said and continue with a huge smile  "Anyway my name is Youngjae, I'm also in the same dorm as you, so we will be seeing each other a lot from now on. Nice to meet you! "

I could see that he is a nice person from the way he was trying to reassure me that everything is going to be okay and the way he talked about our roommates. He talked all the way about how they are really nice and that I shouldn't be worried. His talking actually made it easier for me since I'm not the talkative type of person and usually it's really hard for me when I meet new people. That's why my only real friends in LA are a girl named Hannah and Jay. I like them because they always understand me, even when I don't say anything. We are childhood friends so they are the only people who actually understand me and are always there, I have other so called friends but I know they were with me only because of my money. That's why I don't like to be rich because you can never know who actually wants to be friends with you because of you