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Incheon airport was always a busy place, it was a known fact since most of the passengers that were arriving were probably here for a week-long vacation in the country. But what struck you the most was that the airport was unusually crowded and it was just a few minutes past nine in the morning.
"Why in the fuck..?" Muttering to yourself in English — since you weren't with anyone at the moment — you pushed your way through the crowd, making sure to avoid the flashes coming from the cameras because the moment the first flash of light was emitted, it was already obvious enough that someone of a high profile had just arrived along with you.
You could only hope that the chances of being be mobbed by a group of fans trying to get close to their idols were slim enough. You wanted to live, thank you very much.
It could be estimated that more than ten fan-sites were scattered to any available space that could give them the perfect view as they try their best to capture quality photos of whoever had arrived. A cringe was all you could muster when you saw one of the girls getting pushed away rather roughly by a tall and burly man — a bodyguard probably — since you didn't really want to intervene and get mauled by the hundreds of screaming fans.
So here you were, minding your own business, phone in hand as you were told you were to be picked up by someone from a job recruiting agency. You were basically waiting for a text or someone to show up with your name on a board or something so you could finally set off to the apartment located in the capital city. It was surprising how they even managed to arrange a residential unit for you to reside in.
Still being preoccupied, you had failed to notice that you were treading into dangerous waters until your felt the cart jerk in your hold, bumping into someone which caused your luggage to fall from their place but never mind that! You basically rammed into someone so obviously you rushed the now groaning person — a man to be exact with a very distinct and strangely familiar voice.
"Oh my god. I am sooo sorry, I wasn't paying attention!" You were gradually improving on your Korean that you had no problem with casual conversations so it was a relief that the stranger didn't question the slight slurs present when you had apologized. "Are you alright? Do you need medical attention?" Your eyes then widen in realization "Oh crap, I just arrived and I'm already going to be sued —"
"Aniyo! I'm okay really!" The man laughs and not to be inappropriate or anything but that was the most beautiful sound you have ever heard in your life plus, it wasn't even an exaggeration. The stranger's voice sounded really beautiful.
Now that you actually paid attention to his physical attributes, it was a shame that he was wearing a mask that covered the lower part of his face, but he was a few inches taller than you were, probably around Iwaizumi's height. The bucket hat that he was currently wearing threw you off a little, but you shook your head when he gave you a questioning gaze with one of his eyebrows raised. "I won't sue you, I promise! I'm pretty sure you meant no harm."
Why was he so nice? Being reckless was kind of your thing and you were hoping to tone it down a little but alas, your attention span ruined that streak. "Oh thank god. I didn't really want to have any problems. It's my first time here and getting thrown in jail on my first day in Korea isn't really on my bucket list." A rather shaky chuckle emits from you when you thought about that ridiculous idea.
"Jinjja? May I ask, what made you come here?" The man asks. "I-if that's alright with you! I didn't mean to pry." He adds just as he lightly scratches the back of his neck.
A light titters passes through your lips as you smile at his shyness, "It's no biggie really! I'm here for an English teaching job." You definitely didn't miss the way his eyes widen at the sudden mention of the foreign language. "I actually just graduated recently and I thought of finding a job out of Japan so, here I am!"
"Wow that's amazing! So you're Japanese then?" You couldn't help but find his excitement rather adorable, so you continued to reply to his curiosity.
"I'm actually half." You grin. "Mom's the foreigner while father dearest carries the Japanese genes."
It took both of you quite a while to realize that you two pretty much were left behind by the crowd, but you didn't really mind. The conversation you're currently having was entertaining to say the least. The man's stories were rather ridiculous that it had you clutching your stomach from laughing too much.
A smile was on your face the whole time as he went on and on with whatever he was saying — he had a really nice voice and you really just wanted to listen to him — until he pauses and slowly looks at the screen of your phone in surprise before turning to you.
"You listen to Bangtan?" He questions, looking down at the small device in wonder as he takes in the image of a the familiar album cover of their most recent re-packaged album, 'You Never Walk Alone'.
A blush soon blooms on the supple surface of your cheeks at the group being mentioned. "Yeah. Their music is amazing really and the fact that it's mostly them who write their songs is really admirable." A very gentle smile spreads on your lips as you fidget with the gadget, your gaze slowly shifting from his face to the ground. "I don't know, I just really like them as people too. I'm not saying that I know them personally but based on the variety shows I watched with them in it, they seem like nice and genuine people. Plus the stuff I see on the internet gave me a little insight on how different and unique the members are from each other. I bet it would be nice to be friends with them."
The man honestly didn't know what to say. The way you described how you felt about the group had strangely made his heart swell. You didn't praise them about their looks — though he was used to hearing the same thing over and over again — but more on what makes them as a group. It was just simple words really, but it meant a lot when it comes from an ARMY. BTS were known for giving what the fans want, whether it was asked for or just from the goodness of their hearts and hearing them being appreciated like that was just so comforting in a way.
He gulps, eyes darting from left to right as if he was checking for anyone who may be watching his every move — save for the security cameras — before taking a deep breath and looking at you straight in the eye. A look of question, along with the tilt of your head was your response to his behavior.
"I —"
"Yah! Hyung!" Older brother? Leaning your body to the side, you had spot someone in the distance waving their arms about while they rushed towards you. He too was wearing a mask but he opted to pair it off with a black snapback that had two sliver rings dangling on the left side of the visor. "Where were you?! I thought we lost you again — oh. Who's this, hyung?" Ignoring the somehow suggestive tone the newcomer carried in his voice, you opted to offer him a smile in greeting.
"I'm nobody, really. I met your hyung by ramming my cart into him — which I didn't mean to by the way. Just to make it clear before you attack me because honestly, with your physique? You could probably snap me in half." He giggles at your answer but gestures you to continue on with your introduction, "I'm —"
"Ms. [Last Name]?"
"Ah, crap —" a pout was now on your lips when you saw a man with your name on a board approach you. "I'm sorry guys! But I have to go!" You bowed, apologizing once again to the man you almost killed with your cart. Being in a hurry, there wasn't even enough time to know the newly acquainted males' names. "I hope we can meet again someday!" You then turn to the first male you met. "Especially you, you seem like a fun person to be around with so I'm holding onto a promise that I'll see you again soon!"
"Then I guess I'll keep that promise then." Grinning from ear to ear, you accepted his out-stretched pinky and curl yours around it to seal the deal.
"Goodbye, man with the very nice voice!" You holler as you continued to walk away with your escort, now turning to the man to converse with him instead.
Once you were out of sight, the younger of the two snickers and turns to the older. "I can't believe you talked to her for a whole while, yet you both failed to get each other's names, save for her last name." He cackles, in a rather mocking way and the older man scowls, pinching his arm in retaliation as it elicits a yelp from him.
"Maybe it was because I was actually interested in the conversation to look past that? And she was nice too."
"Or you were just too distracted by how pretty she was."
"Ah, so you do find her pretty?"
"No! Shut up, hyung and let's go. We've been waiting for you for half an hour now."
"It's nothing too fancy but I can assure you'll feel right at home!" The recruiter guy — you had just learned that his name was Yang Chungho — says in a rather apologetic tone as he pushes the door to your apartment open, handing the key to you.
Bright hues became even brighter than they usually were upon darting to every direction to take in the rather simple, but definitely beautiful space. "Are you kidding?!" You were currently bouncing on the balls of your feet as you practically zoomed past Chungho to reach the living area. Right behind the couch was the kitchen that had wooden cupboards and cabinets while the surface were made out of marble, quite similar to the ones you had back in Tokyo while in the middle of it stood dining table with four seats. "It's beautiful!" Chiming as you stood in front of the huge, floor to ceiling window that gave you the view of the streets in the space of the living area.
Chungho chuckles at your child-like wonder when you continue to meddle with everything your eyes had found interesting — the fake succulent plant was definitely not safe from your clutches either — before he clears his throat, gaining your attention. "Well, seeing I have you settled in, I'll be taking my leave. I advise you to arrive to the school as early as you can to go over your schedule and all that, alright?"
"I guess that's acceptable. This is like college all over again except it's a job I have to wake up early for." Despite sounding quite negative with that, you couldn't help but to be a little bit excited for the new experience. Were your students well-behaved enough so you could put the sweet teacher act? Or are they stubborn that you have to resort in being strict to sort them out? Hopefully it wouldn't be the latter, having someone to hate you wasn't really your cup of tea.
"Ah I forgot you recently graduated. I'm surprised you already got a teaching license."
"Ah well I had an on the job training thing during my third year in college so I gained connections. All I had to do was get a part time job that involved teaching and the person I coincided with decided to help me out to get it. Though it was actually a long process." You roll your eyes when you thought about the pain-in-the-ass process but it was all worth it in the end anyway, seeing it got you to South Korea. "Despite me being an outstanding student or something."
"Ah yes, I reviewed your records and I must say I'm quite impressed with what I saw. You were on a scholarship even! Though you come from a well-off family?"
"Ah well, I didn't want to rely on my family with expenses and stuff — except this once since my parents were supportive with my decision on trying for a teaching job here —" and you basically continue to tell Chungho your history of college when you were back in Tokyo, telling him about your part-time job in Amertume, the café that you definitely missed, and how you won numerous contests from the dance club you were previously in. Though you still had communication with them.
"That's actually pretty amazing coming from a young girl as yourself." He hums, obviously impressed with your hard-working nature.
"I guess." You laugh. "If I weren't taking this teaching job I would've probably open my own dance studio but I guess this works too."
And you were correct. Everything worked out as you planned — though you were right about your assumptions about having a rowdy class. Let's just say you had a pretty rough first day. The only good thing was you had managed to make a very rude girl who thought you couldn't understand or speak Korean shut her mouth — the students were a delight to work with during the past months.
"Yah, [Name]-ssi. How come you have enough energy reserved to teach at a dance studio?"
"The fact that I'll be free of rowdy-ass kids is enough motivation to get my ass there." Chuckling, you sent a wink to your male co-worker, Im Taewon, who only reels in disgust at your out of nowhere act of affection. "Besides, you know my love for dancing is unbeatable."
"Yah. No wonder you're single."
"Boy, if you don't — I've been here for just three months. I'm not looking for a man who I can call Oppa!"
"See, this is why men are so afraid of you. You don't act cute and shit."
"Yah, I'm not trying to act cute for anyone!" Taewon yelps as he narrowly dodges the huge encyclopedia that was previously resting on a fellow co-workers cubicle. "That's one thing I'm thankful for having an encyclopedia at the ready."
"You nearly killed me!"
"At least you aren't actually dead."
It was pretty tiring to teach various people dance routines — even if you were concentrating with simple routines so they would gradually get used to the increasing difficulty of said routines — you were pretty sure you were about to pass out in a second if it wasn't for the need of a shower because honestly? You really hated the feeling of being drenched with your own sweat and so you did just that.
A towel was soon wrapped around your head as you pull up your pajama shorts that were basically hidden under the over-sized shirt you decided to pair it with.
"Ah man. My body aches real bad, damn. Has it really been that long since I last popped out a few moves and the like?" With a grumble, you hung the now damp towel on the railing the bathroom provided.
It was the weekend tomorrow so it was a usual routine that you'd stay up until ass o'clock in the morning, binge-watching whatever you could find on Netflix — it had become a thing during your last semester in college where you had finally submitted all your requirements so you used that free time to catch up on various shows — sometimes you would even settle on YouTube to binge watch any dance practices to learn and possibly create some moves on your own.
You were very much dedicated as a dance teacher and the same goes with being an English teacher during your time at school.
However, just as you were about to scroll through countless shows and movies Netflix was currently displaying, just begging for you to click on one so you could immerse yourself in the wonderful world of either good or bad productions, your phone had pinged a familiar tune that you had set whenever you had gotten an email and to you honestly, it was a bit out of the norm to even get an onslaught notification as on most occasions, you had to take the extra step on going to the email app itself to manually load the emails you had gotten over the days you forget to check.
Unlocking your phone with a very familiar birth date as your pass-code, you figured it was one of many countless emails you probably received from your friends in Japan — in all honesty you didn't really have the energy nor the initiative to skim through the not so important messages. It's a long story — although, even if you really didn't have the mind to pay full attention to detail, you thought of checking whatever you got anyway.
"I swear to god if it's Oikawa — aight, who the heck would even play this joke on me?" A scowl was now marring your delicate features as you glared down at the lit screen of your phone, well, more so on the sender of the email (again, it was probably some asshole trying to mess with you and/or your feelings) with judgement and slight distaste. It was probably a stalker.
Then again, you had never really encountered any people who can pass off as being "stalker-ish" so you definitely crossed out that idea from your brain.
Plus, your admiration for Bangtan Sonyeondan was mostly kept low-key whenever you were in campus during your years in college.
Not only that, but the email sender seemed pretty legit.
Besides, who in the right mind would even try to pose as BigHit Entertainment?