[RE-EDITED ON 11th JUNE 2015]
Yeo Jin's POV
"Ah, how nice."
I stepped out of Incheon International Airport with a huge ass luggage in my hand. It wasn't really a long trip from Busan to Seoul, but I felt absolutely exhausted.
I plugged in my earphones and listened to 'Missing You by 2NE1' as I walked down with my heavy luggage.
I miss Hyun.
The terminal was very crowded and busy, I could barely see anything. The thought of squeezing through the crowd, rubbing my body with someone else's made me want to puke.
I was busy searching for cabs and like cliché, I bumped into a guy. I almost fell down but I was surprised when I didn't hit the ground.
how dare he
That guy was obviously a man with a rock-chest. My heavy luggage slipped off my hand and I couldn't care less when the people around were staring at me.
first day in seoul and already making shame of yourself. way to go!
I went to grab my luggage but it wasn't there. Where did it go? Don't tell me the luggage was stolen in the crowd, that would be a very stupid thing to do.
Like, who would want to steal a luggage full of old clothes and grandma-like panties?
"You searching for this?"
I was knocked out from my thoughts and I was startled. I looked up to see a perfect figure- perfect face, perfect everything.
I saw him holding a chocolate bubble tea in his other hand as I gulped down my throat. I have an urge to just take it away from his hand, run, and never come back.
stop being weird, Yeo Jin
"Ah, um okay thanks." I muttered as I took it quickly from his hand.
"Watch your step."
Then he walked away coldly. He seemed like he was catching up with someone, but leaving me like that was really rude.
-
I thanked the taxi driver and paid for the fare. As I stepped out of the cab, I looked down at the change of the fare on my palm.
I had 25,000 won in my purse left, just enough to treat my grumbling stomach.
Serious talk here,
Food and me are really inseparable.
The rumbling of my stomach woke me up from my daydream- my daydream in front of a building.
"I got to go treat myself some food after this with this money," I blurted to myself as I patted my belly.
I sifted through my bag, searching for the paper which has the number of my room. When I found it, I took it out from my bag and gripped it tightly in my palm.
I heaved a sigh and looked at the piece of paper. Written there was 'Level 2, left wing, room 23'.
I took out the key from my handbag and made my way.
I was searching and searching for my room for about 15 minutes but I still couldn't find room 23. Oh my, where was goddamn room.
kill me I'm so tired already
I was surely at Level 2. But room 23 was nowhere in sight.
But then I realised that I was at the right wing of the building. I facepalmed myself and I feel like I'm really, really..
