Changbin is your older brother by one year, and your family recently moved from Busan to Seoul. Your dad had gotten promoted and would now work at a higher position in an office in Seoul.

Changbin hated it. He hated leaving Busan and the people he called his friends. He knew they were toxic, but he could ignore that if it meant he wasn’t alone all the time.

You were also a bit sad about leaving Busan and your friends, but you were mostly exited. You were moving to Seoul. The big city. It was a big change, but an exiting one. You’d go to a new school and get new friends. And best yet, you’d live in a house now, so you wouldn’t have to be ashamed about taking your friends home to a filthy apartment.

On the first day of school you basically jumped up of bed, and you rushed to get ready despite having woken up two and a half hours in advance. Changbin got up about twenty minutes before you had to leave. Since it was your first day, your mom would drive the two of you.

Whole you were driving to school, you looked out the window. Changing looked down at him phone, an angry frown on his face. He did NOT like this.