It was already so cold in November, perhaps she did not expect that. Suitcase packed so quickly, a ticket bought in a rush. She thought that if she kept waiting,she would have never found the courage. It felt surreal, like in a movie. The departure hall, the smile of the flight attendant. She could barely speak. She refused to eat. It was impossible to swallow anything, she felt itchy despite the long journey. It was strange watching the people around her falling asleep. First, they were all engaged in talking. She could already see that some of them were also kpop fans, perhaps for a second she wanted to answer the question of “have you heard the latest BTS song?” herself. The excitement of hearing the familiar name. It made her realise that she was going to a place she had seen in pictures, in her dreams, in youtube videos and documentaries. She felt like she knew what to expect, she could say a couple of phrases. Her Korean practice was almost perfect. She even managed to exchange a couple of words with some natives. They encouraged her pronunciation with “cute” and “you are doing wonderful” words and cute smiles, but she wasn't sure. She repeated the phrases in her head, her lips mumbling something. Did she wake up the fellow passenger? Oh no, he was sleeping, it was just now that she realised he was sleeping. A man in his late thirties, good-looking, she could tell. She could tell he was Korean. Was he going home, she wondered. But the silence was too boring and finally after a couple of hours when she refused to move, she found her headphones and put on her favourite tracks. She thought it would be hard to fall asleep, but her favourites calmed down her anxiety. She took a nap without realising.
It would be nice to say that she suddenly found herself in Korea, but not really. It took her 13 hours, 13 hours of listening, reading, revising her vocabulary and awkward smiling at the fellow passenger. She watched the world under her feet and she was slowly realising what she had done. She left her country, her family, her friends, her things. She missed her bed, her friends and classmates. Everything that she had known. It was so easy to buy a ticket, it was so easy to pack. She promised herself she would never see them again, she was filled with rage, with sadness, with anger, excitement, but now… she wasn't sure. The safety of her home, the safety of all that she had known. Would it be so bad to stay?
But there wasn't time to think about it now, was it? She had done it. She braced herself, she hugged herself with her hands. “Are you ok?” asked the fellow passenger. A man named Kevin or Clive or Ken… whatever, she barely listened to him. “Yeah,” she smiled shyly, realising how awkward her sudden action had to look.But she looked out from the window. Finally, the tall buildings, the city that spoke HIGH TECH, MODERN. She could see so many grey buildings, but the sky was almost dark. It was late evening when she arrived. She barely realised how hard it was to suddenly move her legs. Her knees became wooden. Was she getting old? She smiled, no she was just 18. That could not be it. She waited patiently until everyone got off. People started buzzing again and nobody noticed her. She was used to it.
But what she wasn't used to, was Seoul. She followed the crowd to get out of the airport. The easy part, but people were already talking so fast. Why were they talking so fast? She remembered her phrases, her perfect Korean. Suddenly, she wasn't sure it was enough, she wasn't sure she was enough. She turned back to face the door. Could she go back? She barely had enough money. Her bank account was …. Where and how could she get money? Would her credit card work? And where was she supposed to live? She was so lost and so helpless. Being 18 felt like being 8. She was that little girl lost in the mall again. Where could she go? A hotel? But she had no cash, no map. She just walked around. The best bet. She had read in her books that Seoul was safe. Nothing could happen, right? But she put her arms closer to herself. She was so tiny in her hoodie and her sneakers, but she had to walk and walk and walk until she could not stop the tears from her eyes. Then she sat down. It was late. What time was it? And did it really matter? How could she sleep now? The chilly wind, the fallen leaves. She had noticed that the area seemed nice. She just sat down on her suitcase, her body shivering.
He was watching her for a while, a girl walking on his street. He wondered how she got in since he lived in a residential area, but perhaps someone forgot to close the gates.He knew who. He needed to have a talk with that guy. So careless. Suga´s coffee was getting cold in his hands. He was humming the new melody of his rap. Finally, finally he got a full day of sleep. He barely knew whether it was 20 or 22 hours. He smiled while thinking about it. He slept like a king and fuck what people said. He wasn't lazy though. He was thinking about his new album. Agust´d album. His solo work. His own work, his own music. He felt such immense freedom. He was sure the coffee was cold. He took a sip and then he noticed the tiny figure took her hoodie off. He could see that she was not from around. She sat on her suitcase. Hell, some memories were coming back. Him begging his friends for a spoon of food, for some cash that he could go home. His father's disappointment. He thought it was all behind him. How successful does he have to be? He laughed because it didn't matter how much money he had made, he was still the poor boy from Daegu. So he took his coat and came to her. “Hey” he tried in Korean. She answered back, she practiced, do you remember? But he noticed she wasn't Korean so he switched to his broken English. “Can I help you? Do you have a place to sleep?” She blinked. She didn't recognize him, it was dark and he was wearing sweatpants, a hoodie. He had hardly any make up and his hair was black. He was back to his “normal, ordinary” self. Who would have guessed it was Suga from the BTS? He still had his pattern of speaking, his cheeks and his dimples and gummy smile were hiding inside, but for her he was just a random guy. A random rich guy if she could tell from their surroundings. “Thank you but I …..” she paused and swallowed. She was in Korea with just a suitcase and not enough money to last a month. “But I really don´t wanna fuck you, ok?” He seemed shocked, he had to process what she had said but then he laughed suddenly. “It's ok. I´m Yoongi”. She stood up and opened her mouth, but he didn't notice, he kept walking. “You… coming?” He turned around with a smile.
To be continued if requested.
@XxMinMochixX @TaeKpop13
It would be nice to say that she suddenly found herself in Korea, but not really. It took her 13 hours, 13 hours of listening, reading, revising her vocabulary and awkward smiling at the fellow passenger. She watched the world under her feet and she was slowly realising what she had done. She left her country, her family, her friends, her things. She missed her bed, her friends and classmates. Everything that she had known. It was so easy to buy a ticket, it was so easy to pack. She promised herself she would never see them again, she was filled with rage, with sadness, with anger, excitement, but now… she wasn't sure. The safety of her home, the safety of all that she had known. Would it be so bad to stay?
But there wasn't time to think about it now, was it? She had done it. She braced herself, she hugged herself with her hands. “Are you ok?” asked the fellow passenger. A man named Kevin or Clive or Ken… whatever, she barely listened to him. “Yeah,” she smiled shyly, realising how awkward her sudden action had to look.But she looked out from the window. Finally, the tall buildings, the city that spoke HIGH TECH, MODERN. She could see so many grey buildings, but the sky was almost dark. It was late evening when she arrived. She barely realised how hard it was to suddenly move her legs. Her knees became wooden. Was she getting old? She smiled, no she was just 18. That could not be it. She waited patiently until everyone got off. People started buzzing again and nobody noticed her. She was used to it.
But what she wasn't used to, was Seoul. She followed the crowd to get out of the airport. The easy part, but people were already talking so fast. Why were they talking so fast? She remembered her phrases, her perfect Korean. Suddenly, she wasn't sure it was enough, she wasn't sure she was enough. She turned back to face the door. Could she go back? She barely had enough money. Her bank account was …. Where and how could she get money? Would her credit card work? And where was she supposed to live? She was so lost and so helpless. Being 18 felt like being 8. She was that little girl lost in the mall again. Where could she go? A hotel? But she had no cash, no map. She just walked around. The best bet. She had read in her books that Seoul was safe. Nothing could happen, right? But she put her arms closer to herself. She was so tiny in her hoodie and her sneakers, but she had to walk and walk and walk until she could not stop the tears from her eyes. Then she sat down. It was late. What time was it? And did it really matter? How could she sleep now? The chilly wind, the fallen leaves. She had noticed that the area seemed nice. She just sat down on her suitcase, her body shivering.
He was watching her for a while, a girl walking on his street. He wondered how she got in since he lived in a residential area, but perhaps someone forgot to close the gates.He knew who. He needed to have a talk with that guy. So careless. Suga´s coffee was getting cold in his hands. He was humming the new melody of his rap. Finally, finally he got a full day of sleep. He barely knew whether it was 20 or 22 hours. He smiled while thinking about it. He slept like a king and fuck what people said. He wasn't lazy though. He was thinking about his new album. Agust´d album. His solo work. His own work, his own music. He felt such immense freedom. He was sure the coffee was cold. He took a sip and then he noticed the tiny figure took her hoodie off. He could see that she was not from around. She sat on her suitcase. Hell, some memories were coming back. Him begging his friends for a spoon of food, for some cash that he could go home. His father's disappointment. He thought it was all behind him. How successful does he have to be? He laughed because it didn't matter how much money he had made, he was still the poor boy from Daegu. So he took his coat and came to her. “Hey” he tried in Korean. She answered back, she practiced, do you remember? But he noticed she wasn't Korean so he switched to his broken English. “Can I help you? Do you have a place to sleep?” She blinked. She didn't recognize him, it was dark and he was wearing sweatpants, a hoodie. He had hardly any make up and his hair was black. He was back to his “normal, ordinary” self. Who would have guessed it was Suga from the BTS? He still had his pattern of speaking, his cheeks and his dimples and gummy smile were hiding inside, but for her he was just a random guy. A random rich guy if she could tell from their surroundings. “Thank you but I …..” she paused and swallowed. She was in Korea with just a suitcase and not enough money to last a month. “But I really don´t wanna fuck you, ok?” He seemed shocked, he had to process what she had said but then he laughed suddenly. “It's ok. I´m Yoongi”. She stood up and opened her mouth, but he didn't notice, he kept walking. “You… coming?” He turned around with a smile.
To be continued if requested.
@XxMinMochixX @TaeKpop13
