Stepping back, I'm suddenly pinned against the wall. He takes this as his chance and puts his arms around me, "EunBi, understand where I'm coming from, I am a man of power." He laughs a little, as if kidding himself, "So, I'm never simply asking. It's an I say it and you do it, type of process." He pushes off the wall and leans his back on the opposite wall, studying my shocked expression. I nervously cough, regaining my composure, and holding my head up high. "We can order jajangmyeon, at my house." I stand firm, this time with fake confidence oozing out of my ears. He stops and thinks for a second, as if he's actually considering my compromise. Shrugging his shoulders, he sighs "If that's what it'll take to get you to eat." He offers his hand, to aid with my turtle paced walking, but I smack it away and instead lean against the wall, he gives a laugh in disbelief, but I ignore him. As we make our way passed the classrooms, every pair of eyes are glued on me and Sehun in his Versace suit, probably worth more than this entire school. Instantly feeling uncomfortable, I resort to my last option. "Um, Sehun," I begin, his bored face poking up with interest, "help me, uh, get out of here." I finish, a smug grin grows on his face. Once again, he reaches his hand out, this time I take it without hesitation and he leads me out of the school. Outside is quiet, only the rustling of the trees and the creaking of my bones was apparent. "So, the next bus is in about 30 minutes, I guess we have time to kill..." I start, but Sehun's confused face stops me. "What the hell are you talking about?" He says, his hand pulling keys out of his coat pocket and clicking a button on them, the sound of a car starting nearby catches my attention. Turning around, a sleek black Lamborghini sits, parked in the principal's position. I sigh and mutter, "of course" but Sehun's too blinded by the hearts in his eyes for his car. Totally forgetting about me, he walks on his tippy toes to his lambo, fingers tracing the door handle, as the door flips up and opens, his trance increases. "Um, ok then?" I limp to the passenger side and flip up the door, wincing as I sat down and Sehun finally noticing me again. "Oh , sorry-" he says, but I close the door and quickly dismiss it, telling him not to worry about it. But a light smile treads his face, his fingers grazing the steering wheel, as he stares at the dashboard. "Cars are, sort of, my thing- I guess" he explains, Sehun like this,  passionate I dare to call it, was kind of hot. Realizing my thoughts would basically send me to hell, I tense up and face straight. Sehun, feeling me tense up, starts to drive the car out of the schools parking lot. Though the drive was silent and awkward, my core still burned from the ordeal earlier and every bump on the road gave me an extra reminder. As we pulled up to my house, Sehun held his breath. "What the hell is that?!" Sehun points, with a shaking finger, at my house. I scoff, "My house-" but he cuts me off, "-You mean SHACK" he corrects me, totally ignoring him I hop out the car and fumble with my house keys in my pocket. Sehun trudges his way out of the car, his silent protests not so silent. When I open the door paint chips fall on my shoulder, officially freaking out Sehun, but I quickly dust them off and continue into the house. "So, uh, what do you want to eat?" I say, pulling out our only phone, a chord attaching it to the wall. I throw the menu at Sehun, who seems like a heart attack is more and more likely as he walks further in my house. "I'm not hungry" he mutters, still transfixed on my broken down house. I purse my lips, but before I can speak up, Sehun's attention is to me. "Order what you want, don't worry I'll pay." Not fully convinced, I order 2 jajangmyeons. As we wait for the food, we sit awkwardly on the couch, both facing the Tv-less wall. "This is usually a lot less awkward when I'm by myself," I chuckle, striking up a conversation. Sehun just gives me a hopeful smile, obviously uncomfortable by our current situation. "I don't want to go to Gangnam," I say, finally catching his interest. "And why is that?" He says, a glint in his eyes tell me I'm no longer talking to the 18 year old boy who's excited by cars, but the heir to a successful entertainment company and one of the members of the top gang in Gangnam. I take caution, and think before I speak. But a knock interrupts my train of thought, I run to the door and greet the service man, he places the food on the couch and Sehun quickly pays him. I sit cross legged on the couch and dig in, throwing the other bowl to Sehun, he stares at it in disgust. But I'm too busy stuffing my face to care, but Sehun's gaze switches to me in wonder. Slurping a noodle, I begin to tell him, "There's no place in Gangnam for someone like me," he nods his head in understandment, motioning to the house. "If you consider this a house, then yeah, you definitely don't belong in Gangnam" not to happy with his example, I'm just glad he agrees. "But that doesn't mean I'm not going take you there, after this." He adds, earning a glare, with a mouth full of