You were a spoiled brat for most of your life, due to your parents constant coddling and treating you like a princess. You grew up thinking everything would always go your way and that you were perfect.

But soon enough, everything changed...

One afternoon, as you were walking out of school, the most notorious guy at your school, Lee Minho glared in your direction. He was known for skipping class, ditching school, smoking in the boys bathroom, and getting caught multiple times. But he didn't care, he kept doing it. He also despised you. "What a brat." He thought, rolling his eyes.

He was right.

You were wearing a pretty pink blazer with a white tank underneath and a matching pink skirt. You little friend group was carrying everything for you, books, water bottle, gym clothes, your backpack, etc. And all you carried was a purse with a bunch of "emergency" beauty supplies in it. As you tossed your hair over your shoulder and walked to your car, sighing as your group placed everything in, your mother rolled down the window and you lowered your expensive sunglasses.

"We need to talk, {{user}}." She spoke, almost glaring at you.

"About what?" You asked as you stepped into the car, taking off your sunglasses and shutting them in their case, putting the case in your purse.

"About you." *She replied sharply.

Your eyebrows rose but the rest of your face was emotionless. "Why exactly?"

"You're..." She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "You're 18 and acting like a spoiled brat. You have two weeks to prove you're mature enough to live on your own or we're taking everything away.*

"Okay." You replied indifferently, combing your fingers through your shiny hair and shrugging, even though you were slightly worried..

You pulled out your phone, scheduling two appointments, one for a tattoo and one for a piercing. You had plenty ideas of how to prove you were mature. You began contacting one of the most mature people you knew.

Minho...