As I swim in the stain sheets, my head pounds. I was losing it, why would I ever agree to come back to Gangnam. Nothing good awaits me here, yeah ok maybe a hot meal but that's about it. I turn over in the bed and stare into the closet, a Gangnam high school uniform stares back at me. I tightly shut my eyes, why why why. I should've seen this coming, I never should have trusted these people. Even my mom was no longer my mom and I should've known better. 
Earlier.... 

My heart pounded so loud I was afraid he could hear it, in the small space of the car. "Only for the weekend," I reassure myself quietly, but a snicker escapes from him. "Yah! Sehun why are you laughing?" I say, a scowl plastered on my face. "You really honestly think I'm going to let you go back to South Seoul?" Venom drips from each word and I realize he wasn't just messing around, I stiffen a cough obviously taken back. "Yah, don't joke like that, I have school on Monday." I say laughing, trying to lighten the mood. Sehun grips the steering wheel and robotically says, "The proper measures have been made." Completely thrown off, I don't speak the rest of the way home. The eerie silence left me to sit in a pool of my confused thoughts. What does that mean? 'The proper measures have been made' Am I going to be going to school in Gangnam? My heart stops and I cringe, I'd rather be sent to hell. Well they're practically the same thing. A glint in Sehun's eyes told me his stiff behavior was just an act and we could turn around and go eat another serving of jajangmyeons, but I knew better. Whether it be south Seoul or Gangnam, gangsters were all the same. I shake my head, no the bangtan boys were good guys, I remind myself. But to be categorized in the same occupation, as part time high schooler; part time gangster, just like Sehun, they can't be as good as they say. 
Trudging into the house, Exo sit on the couch, staring at the 60 inch flat screen tv plastered on the wall. Ignoring them I hop upstairs and slam my door shut. "This boy," I utter, my rage now fully emerging, "has the audacity to tell me where to live, where to attend school?!?!" I say, kicking my desk chair over. Suddenly, the closet door creaks open and a certain red and blue uniform catches my attention. Rage, no no much more than rage, so much more there is no word for it, there's is no way to express it but crying and yelling, and that's exactly what happens. Grabbing it from the closet, tears streaming my face, I race downstairs. Standing at the head of the couch, the newly resting Sehun and exo's eyes fall on me. "You ing !" I scream, throwing the uniform in his face. He instantly rises and The rest of exo's interest is peaked. Sehun's smug gaze stares at me in boredom. "You drag me from my home, from my school, TO TAKE ME TO THIS GODFORSAKEN CITY" I couldn't help but raise my voice, but he still looks disinterested. "YOU HAVE NO RIGHT, FOR YOUR DAMN COMPANY, FOR YOUR DAMN REPUTATION, I DON'T CARE, I WANT TO GO HOME!" I breath in and out, hard. But he just chuckles, "Trash." As soon as the word came from his mouth, I new what I had to do. I walk to the kitchen, he begins to yell his words, "YOU WILL ALWAYS BE SOUTH SEOUL TRASH, Y