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“This is the final boarding call for passengers booked on flight 378A bound to London. Please proceed to gate 3 immediately. Thank you.”

You turn your head up to see a huge 11:35am is flashing brightly on the digital screen before you started to run a full-on sprint with your luggage in tow. The tiles under foot gleamed white and everywhere were people milling around carelessly. There were two glass elevators leading to the departure area but the queue is longer than your patience so elevators are not an option.

11:38am….The air was relatively cool and only the faint aroma coming down from the food area gave it a scent. You remember that you only had 3 bites of sandwich for lunch but your stomach is not the pressing matter here, you can think about that once you’re on board. You look ahead to see that there are some kids who are running along the airport hallway and blocking your way. Thank heavens that you are wearing sneakers today so you can breeze right through without struggling. 

11:40am…..You don’t know how many people you shove aside just to pass through, you receive a lot of cussing from exasperated passengers but you could care less. You continue sprinting until you reached the escalator, you took a halt and catches your breath. You now realize how out of shape you really are, and blame those days where you chose the comfort of your bed instead going out for a jog. You even blame those pizza nights you had with your dad because you both are so lazy to cook. Pizza nights that became every night. You ate pizza for one week straight that if someone mentions pizza right now you will puke on his face.

11:43am….Two more turns and in the background you hear the seasonal music and the tinkle of sculptured water features. And all of these ambient sounds were punctuated periodically by the sound of an aeroplane taking off or landing on the tarmac runway outside. You know you are getting closer to the departure gate. Suddenly you feel that the wheel of your suitcase is off-kilter, maybe because you’ve been dragging it recklessly. “Fuck” you bend down and fix it.

Then you remember that your father asks you to just bring a duffel bag as your hand carry but you insist on bringing your ridiculous luggage. Even father knows best. You should have listened but you didn’t. Because you are hard headed like that and will do whatever you want to do. You sure are a tough woman to handle.

You finally see a sign and a straight arrow that says “Gate 3”. There is a slow walking escalator but you didn’t bother using it as you feel like actual walking will be faster. You feel your heart beating loudly in your chest and your breathing is a bit ragged but you are onto your last push. You are near the gate as salty drops invade your eyes, you took a halt and put your hands on your knees to steady your breathing. You are panting heavily and your face is now filled with sweat.

But when you finally reach the gate, it’s to find the attendants sealing the door and shutting down the computers. The clock above you says 11:48, and just beyond the window, the plane sits like a hulking metal fortress. In the middle of several large open areas were blue fabric covered seats and yellow cushion, it’s clear from the looks on the faces of those sitting there that nobody else is getting on that thing.

Three minutes. You are only three minutes late. Which is not that much if you think about it. They sometimes delayed a flight for an hour or two yet passengers have no choice but to wait for the plane to arrive. Why can’t they do it vice versa, you are not even 30 minutes late, just three, three damn minutes. What is an additional three minutes for them to wait before they launch the airplane skyward? Three minutes won’t hurt; it’s a commercial break, it’s the gap between you and your brother when your momma gave birth to twins or time to cook a Ramen, or to finish one song on Spotify. Three minutes is supposed to be nothing.

Yet, that three minutes is the reason that you missed your flight. Things should have turned out differently. If you only woke up a bit early knowing that you have a flight to catch on. Or if you didn’t move slowly around the kitchen to make your coffee or took too long to shower because you like the song that was shuffling on your shower playlist. Maybe you intend this to happen or maybe not.

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“Y/N, you are taking too long in the bathroom, you’re going to miss your flight if you keep that pace” you hear your father shouting while knocking at your door repeatedly.

“Dad, it’s a Sunday. No traffic” you said while descending down the stairs and drying your hair with a towel.

You are sitting on the passenger car while your dad put your luggage on the trunk. Your father started the engine and about to drive when you stop him “Wait, Dad, I forgot something” you said.

“Not again, Y/N” your dad utters while shaking his head. You are always like that, you can’t go outside without forgetting something behind. Your brother told you to walk around in three circles inside the house before going outside, just to make sure you have everything with you but you forgot to do that this morning. “Be fast, okay? Traffic jam is unpredictable in this city” he added.

You flew the car door open and run two steps at a time until you reached the porch. Once you retrieve the old gold watch and the book you are supposed to read in a 12-hour flight you run back outside where your Dad is waiting with the car running, the engine setting lose a cloud of exhaust in the midday heat.

It’s an hour and 10 minutes away from your house to the airport but there must be a small traffic accident which causes a minor jam. The car is moving at a slow pace as the traffic enforcer is trying to clear the area. At the moment you can only use one lane instead of three. You are fidgeting in your seat while biting your nails. Your father reaches out to hold your free hand and squeeze it before adding “its okay bubb, we can reach the airport in time” then flashes his warm smile. There’s a slight crease at the corner of his eyes, a few wrinkles and gray hair but he still good looking even for his age. Also, he’s optimistic like that which you don’t know if you like it or hate it since you are more on the realistic side of things.

“As much as I want to keep the optimism going but it's 10:45 already, Dad,” you said as you flash your iPhone to show him the time.

He chuckles deeply “show me some faith. I can drive like Vin Diesel once this traffic ceases” you rolled your eyes upon hearing that. Well, even it’s precisely your fault being stuck in this traffic but your father didn’t mention it and gives you more encouragement instead. Possibly because if he’ll blame you for this you will have more reason not to go.

“I hope it’s within today, though” you added while grinning. 

Your backpack slip from your hand as you stand at the window, watching the plane slowly break away from the jet bridge. Its wheels are slowly turning to the runway and the wings rotating as it heads toward the take-off strip without you.

You hear the roaring of the engine as it is about to take off and launch itself skyward. You close your eyes for a moment and when you open it, the plane is now gone.

Your phone buzz in your pocket so you retrieve it to check the messages. There are 5 missed calls, 2 messages from your Mom, 1 from your Dad and 1 from Jimin. You open Jimin message first.

Chiminie Pabo:

Are you on board already? I hope you are not sitting next to an old man who smells like cheese and feet and snores loudly. :D

You:

I missed my flight.

You see three dots on the screen, signaling that Jimin is typing already.

Chiminie Pabo:

Heol. Mom is so gonna kill you!

Chiminie Pabo:

You know she’s gonna blame this on Dad, right?

You:

I know. But it’s not Dad’s fault. He tried to reach the airport as fast as he could but there’s some bad traffic along the way. Bad circumstances, it’s beyond our control.

Chiminie Pabo:

It is your control if you just agree not to skip the rehearsal dinner.

You:

Don’t remind me that, brat.

Chiminie Pabo:

But you are still coming, yes?

You:

Yeah, I will try to get myself to the next flight. Just waiting for the counter to open.

You:

Don’t tell Mom yet.

Then you see your Mom name and face on your iPhone screen two seconds after. Fuck Jimin you close your eyes before putting a mental note to scold him later. What a brat. You count to 10 before you answer it.

“Hi mom,” you said trying to be cheerful.

“You missed your flight?” you hear your mom’s high-pitched tone in panic from the other line.

“Hmm. I actually did.” You stop and there’s a lingering silence on the line. You imagine that your mom is closing her eyes as she tried to compose herself and not to lash out at you.

“Your Dad didn’t drive you to the airport, I suppose” she spits bitterly. You hate how much she thinks lowly of your father. Whatever happens between them but you know how much he stills care for her. Besides, he might not be a good husband but he is a good father to you. You still remember how he hugs you warmly outside the airport. A charming smile on his face before uttering “Safe travel, bubb. Hug Jimin for me and tell him I’m excited to see him next week” he’s about to get inside his car when he stops and added, “Extend my congratulations and regards to your mother”. Yet, she thinks that your father doesn’t want her to be happy which is utterly unfair.

“Dad drove me here but there was a slight traffic accident near the airport road. Don’t blame this on him. Blame this on me, Mom” you retort fast while putting your hand on your temple.

You hear your Mom sigh loudly as if she intends for you to hear it.

“That is why I told you to leave yesterday but you insist on leaving today. When are you ever going to listen to me, Y/N?” she said in a disappointed tone.

As much as you want to argue with her but at some point, it is indeed your fault so you sigh defeated “Look, Mom. I’m sorry. Once the counter is open, I’ll try to book for the next flight” you said in a low voice.

“Okay. I’m sorry too for sounding so infuriated” she said and you shake your head, disagreeing, as if she can see you. “You know how much this means to me, right? And this won’t be complete without you, honey” she added.

“I know, Mom. I know. I’ll call you later, okay? I think the counter is about to open” as you see two flights attendant walking towards the counter and opening up the plasma screens.

“Love you, Y/N. See you soon” she added in a calmer voice.

“Love you too, Mom,” you said before ending the call.

You made your way towards the counter when the flight attendant with red lipstick flashes her brightest smile.

“What can I help you with?” she asks you

“I kind of miss my flight,” you said flatly

“I’m so sorry. There’s nothing we can do about that but to try to get you into the next flight” she said, still smiling.

“Okay. Just get me what’s the closest flight” you said, she hums as a response.

The flight attendant is now working the keyboard of her computer with a kind of intensity, punching at the keys and biting her lip. “You’re in luck,” she says, raising her hands with a little flourish. “I can get you on the three twenty-five. Seat 19A. By the window.”

You bite your nails as you are afraid to pose the next question but you ask anyway “What time it will get in?”

“10:05 am, still Sunday.” She said.

You are trying to picture out the delicate yet sophisticated calligraphy on the thick matte wedding invitation which you didn’t bother bringing with you. The ceremony will starts at noon so if everything will go according to schedule, no flight delays, no long queue at the immigration or at taxi bays, and no traffic in downtown London. Maybe you can reach there just in time. Well, hardly.

But you still don’t have a choice as there are no other flights earlier than that. So, it’s better late than never, right? “I’ll take it” you finally said.

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 You edge your way toward the windows and surveys the rows of drab white and blue chairs. In the middle, there is a long yellow cushion but you still prefer to sit near the windows. You are breathing hard from the amount of running you just did, so you stow your bags and then slump into your seat with a heavy sigh.

Behind you, a boy with a baseball cap and ticket for seat 19C is eating a powdered doughnut, oblivious to the dusting of white on his cotton black polo. You took your phone from your pocket and write a quick text for Jimin.

You:

Got into 3:25 pm flight.

Chiminie Pabo:

What time you’ll arrive?

You:

10:05am

Chiminie Pabo:

But the wedding will start at noon.

You:

I can reach there before the ceremony.

Chiminie Pabo:

Uh yeah. But you gotta have your make-up and hair on. Duh. Unless you can put your make-up while on board. You can even take a video and post it on Youtube :p

You:

Very funny.

Chiminie Pabo:

Still, that’s too close to the ceremony. No one’s going to pick you at the airport.

You:

I’m 21. I believe I can hail a taxi in London just fine.

Chiminie Pabo:

But you are stupid when it comes to direction. ^_^

You:

The disrespect. I’m still older than you, brat. And stop using that emoji. It’s horrible.

Chiminie Pabo:

Yeah. By 3 minutes ^_^

You:

You still owe me for telling mom before I could, dumbass.

Chiminie Pabo:

I can’t read suddenly. ^_^

You huff loudly and lock your phone since you really can’t win against your twin. He’s impossible in so many levels. But you love the shit out of him and will fight anyone who dares to hurt him. He’s your fraternal twin and you don’t actually look alike but you’re both pretty in your own different ways. Jimin is more on the cute and charming side while you, on the other hand, is more on the chic and refined kind of pretty. But you got the same attitude. Also, you feel if someone is hurt, sad or happy, maybe it’s a twin thing.

When your parents decided to get divorced when you were just 12 you gotta pick which parent to be with. As much as you don’t want to be separated with Jimin but it’s beyond your control. Still, your parents gave you the privilege to choose if you want to be with your Dad or with your Mom. Jimin and you decided that it’s better if you will go with your father since obviously, he needs someone like your Mom to take care of him. And Jimin should go with your Mom for the same reason that she needs someone like your Dad to protect her, most especially from creeps. You stay with your Dad in Seoul while Jimin moved to London with your Mom. You still remember how heart-breaking that day was, you were at the airport, crying so loud and you both didn’t want to let go of each other’s hands until your father carries you back to the car. You keep on punching his back and cry yourself to sleep for almost 3 months.

But you didn’t stop communicating each other from sending letters to sending emails, to text, chat, everyday calls and facetime. You still know each other’s secret. You didn’t grow apart instead you grew closer. This is what you promise when you were 12 that no distance will keep you both apart. 

Every summer you switch, Jimin will go to Seoul to be with your Dad and you will visit your Mom in London. For Christmas Holidays it will be alternate, if this Christmas is in Seoul next Christmas should be in London so at least, either way, you will be with Jimin.

You stop daydreaming when you feel the need to go to the bathroom but then you have your luggage with you. You stand up and scan around to see who is trustworthy enough to leave your belongings. You see a girl with blonde hair, wearing a dress which looks too big on her and strappy sandals. She looks okay so you walk towards her and ask “Hi Miss, I badly needed to go to the bathroom. Can I leave my luggage with you?” you ask politely with a charming smile.

She scans you from head to foot you are wearing high-waist pants, Gucci top and your leather jacket is wrapped around your waist. You feel like there’s nothing wrong with your attire. “You know it’s not right to leave your belongings unattended,” she said with an irritated tone.

“Uhm that’s why I’m asking for you to look at it for a while,” you said smiling more widely to at least persuade her with your charm.

“With a stranger?!” she said too loud for your liking, earning a few heads from nearby chairs to snap in your direction. “I don’t know what you have in there. What if this is a setup and you actually have drugs inside your luggage?” she added obviously trying to humiliate you and make a scene.

“You know, I won’t be able to pass the security gate if that’s the case,” you said with your fist close while trying to compose yourself. “And don’t worry if I have drugs, you’ll be the first to know” you spit back. You hear the guy from behind you with 19C seat chuckle softly.

You go back to your seat, piss forgotten because of how pissed you are with that rude lady. Suddenly, you hear the guy behind you clear his throat. “I can watch your luggage,” he said then flashes a gummy smile. You look at him for seconds long. He has sugar white skin, small eyes, pointed nose and pink lips. He’s wearing a black polo and tattered jeans. A prominent and defined jaw which curved gracefully around his face. His blonde hair is peering through his baseball cap. He got a lot of piercings on his ears and a tattoo peeking just below his short polo sleeves. He looks lean yet muscular in the right places.

You are contemplating whether it is actually safe to leave your luggage to this guy. He looks strikingly beautiful for some reason and he’s actually cute while eating that doughnut a while ago. But his whole aura speaks of a bad boy, the kind of bad boy that will break your heart.

When it took too long for you to answer he breaks the silence again “If ever there are actual drugs in your luggage, I don’t mind getting caught as long as we can split the share” he said in a much lower voice then winks at you.

A small smile is forming your lips after his ridiculous statement. “Hmm. Okay.” You said after too much deliberating with your own self then made your way towards him.

“I can actually wait for you outside the bathroom so you won’t feel like I will take away your stuff or something” he utters when you stop in front of him.

“It’s fine, you can wait here,” you said then smiles at him.

“Hold on,” he said then hand you his phone.

“What is this?” you ask with brows furrowed.

“It’s called an iPhone. Actually, you can use it for iMessage, Facetime---“

You cut him “I know what an iPhone is, smartass. I don’t live under a rock. I mean why are you giving me your iPhone?”

“Ahh. For collateral. So at least it will give you a peace of mind that I won’t steal your stuff. Like a number when you are about to leave your stuff in a baggage counter. Since I don’t have a number with me, I hope my iPhone will do” he said explaining.

“I told you, it’s fine. Besides, there are no valuable stuff in there. Just a piece of girl’s clothing, lingerie” you utter with a smile in your voice.

“Hmm. Interesting” he said with a smirk before adding “I’ll be here when you come back,” he said, you just give him a smile as a response.

Once you reach the bathroom you look yourself in the mirror. Your hair is quite messy because of too much running a while ago. Some of your hair filled with sweat is sticking at the back of your neck, you reach a towel near the sink and wipe it. You tie your wavy, chestnut hair into a ponytail. You took some wet wipes to wipe your face then after you dab it with tissue as you put some face powder on. You put some cheek and lip tint to at least have a slight color in your face after being naturally pale.

Before going outside, you look at yourself in the mirror once more. You now look decent, no sweat sticking in your face or neck. You have nice color in your cheeks. You look prettier than usual. You are on your way outside when you see that the guy you left your luggage with, is near the bathroom with his earphones on. He’s sitting on his metal traveling bag filled with stickers while his right hand is holding your pink luggage.

“I thought you will be waiting in the seats?” you ask when you stop just right in front of him.

Once he feels your presence, he removes his earphones and looks at you “I’m actually hungry. You want to grab something?” he asks you back.

You hold your stomach and remember that you didn’t have decent lunch before leaving the house. So you agree right away “Sure” you took your luggage from his hand as you made your way towards the cafeteria.

You are inside an Italian restaurant which the guy picked. Since you are damn starving so you didn’t want to think and just follows after him. 

You ordered an Italian Shrimp Ravioli and a turkey sandwich while the guy ordered a Creamy Carbonara and clubhouse special.

“You have a name?” the guy said before eating a mouthful of pasta.

“Oh yeah. I’m Y/N” you said before doing the same.

“Y/N what? Your surname” he asks again after dabbing the tissue at the corner of his mouth.

You think of it for a few seconds before deciding that it’s better for you not to give your full name. “Just Y/N” you answer before sipping your soda.

“I’m not going to stalk you on Instagram or Facebook, Just Y/N” he grins

“I know. But I like to keep it that way. To keep the mystery going” you added with a wink.

He chuckles softly, showing his gummy smile which you notice is kinda cute on him “So, you like mystery huh?” he asks and you hum as a response while chewing.

“Do you still want to know my name?” the guy asked with a quirked eyebrow.

“I do,” you said then look at him from your eyelashes, he stares back.

He holds your gaze for seconds long before adding “I’m Yoongi. Just Yoongi” he said with a small smile.

“Nice to meet you Yoongi. Thank you for watching my luggage and my drugs” you said with a teasing voice.

“The pleasure is mine, princess,” he says with a mocking smile.

There’s a lingering silence in the air while you both continue to eat in peace but Yoongi is the first one to speak.

“So, you miss your flight?” he asks before sipping on his drink.

“Thank you for reminding me” you said with a glare, he giggles again.

“What are you going to do in London?” he asks then he leans back in his chair after eating.

“I’m going to attend a wedding,” you said then you stop thinking if it’s okay to disclose more info into this Yoongi but I guess that’s the purpose of not giving your surname so you can tell the other person just anything without worrying. “My mother’s wedding” you finally said then look down at your plate to eat the remaining pasta.

You hear Yoongi hum softly as a response, you thought that he will pry more about your mom’s second marriage or anything too personal but he ask this instead “What time does the wedding start?”

“The ceremony will start at noon” you answer him

“You only have at least 2 hours to reach the venue. I hope it’s not that far from the airport”

“I forgot where the venue is, I’ll ask my brother later”

“You don’t have the wedding invitation with you?”

“Nah. I left it at home,” you said as you remove the paper in your sandwich and you smell onions. You forgot to tell the waiter to remove it upon ordering.

“Hmm. Considering that you are her daughter I guess you still can get in without invitation--- what are you doing?" He asks eyeing you and your plate.

You are trying to manually remove the onions in your sandwich “Oh, I don’t like onions. I forgot to tell the waiter a while ago”

Yoongi pushes his plate with a clubhouse sandwich towards you “Take my sandwich, Y/N” he said with a smile.

You give him a genuine smile before pushing your plate with turkey sandwich filled with knife dab on top. “You murder the turkey sandwich,” he said while shaking his head and examining your sandwich. You can’t help but giggle.

As you both eat, your eyes drift to the television set in the corner of the restaurant, where the weather updates are flashed over and over again. You try to focus on your sandwich, but you can’t help but sneak  sideways glance at Yoongi every now and then, and each time, your stomach does a little jig entirely unrelated to the traces of onions you smell in the air.

“How long are you going to stay in London?” you are the one who breaks the silence this time.

“I’m actually just stopping by in London to meet a friend. I’m off to Dublin by night” he said before taking a bite of his sandwich.

“Wow, you sure love to travel” you utter with a snort

“Nah. I hate it but it’s part of my job,” he said matter-of-factly.

“What did you do for a living?” you ask

“Hmm. I own a small music production company”

“You’re a CEO?! How young are you?” you said with wide eyes and a high-pitched tone, you sounded like your mom.

“It sounds too grand when you say it like that. It’s not that big and it’s actually a partnership with 2 of my friends. And I’m 26” he said explaining.

“But you don’t look like a typical CEO though.” You said with scrutinizing eyes.

“Hey! Hey! Don’t judge the book by its cover. Besides, I want to keep a low profile” he said with a smug grin while crossing his arms from across the table.

“No. I mean, you look like a guitarist of a band going for a road tour in the UK” you said with a serious tone but he breaks out into a fit of laughter.

“Did I miss a joke?” you ask with an innocent gaze and serious face.

“No. No” he said with a dismissive hand “You’re just funny”

“I prefer pretty as a compliment but thanks,” you said with a teasing smile.

“Okay, just for the record, you’re actually pretty,” he said, still giggling.

“Alright! That’s my boy” you said laughing with him.

“And sexy,” he said with a seductive gaze.

“Are you checking me out?” you ask with dilated eyes.

“Well, I’m just a guy who appreciates beauty once I see one,” he said with a haughty tone. “And you sit in front of me, every time you stand I see---“ he stops then you see his cheeks are getting flush.

“Oh my God. You’re checking my ass.” You said teasing him some more.

“Will you stop? People here may think I’m a perv” he said while looking around.

“No, you’re absolutely not. You’re just a guy who appreciates beauty once you see one” mocking him in his previous statement. He can’t help but laugh again.

“How long are you going to stay in London, Y/N,” he asks diverting the topic.

“Hmm. I dunno. This is actually my time to spend summer in London. But since my Mom will be getting married, they will spend a week or two in Maldives for their honeymoon. She insists for me to tag along because I know she’ll feel bad leaving me behind when I suppose to spend my time with her. But I don’t want to intrude their honeymoon as well or be a third-wheel.” You said while playing with your soda tab.

“You usually spend your summers in London?”

“Yeah. Since I was like thirteen and my brother spends his summer in Seoul with my Dad because he’s been staying with my mother in London” you said while looking outside to see the sea of people walking around.

“So, you live here in Seoul with your father and your brother is living with your mother in London? He asks you earnestly and you nod as a response. “Don’t you miss your brother?”

“Well, I miss that little shit every single time,” you said as you pull Jimin’s face in your thoughts.

“I couldn’t agree more, even I hate my brother’s guts most of the time but whenever I go overseas for work, I kind of miss him.” He said.

“Your brother is younger or older than you?

“He’s older by two years. You?”

“I’m older by three minutes. We’re twins” you said grinning.

“Really?” he said small smile flashes across his lips. “So, he actually looks like you? Just your boy version?” he asks

“No. Unfortunately, we don’t look alike but he still looks handsome. What’s your brother’s name?” you ask.

“What happened to you want to keep the mystery going?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m just asking his first name, not his security number, Dorothy” you spit back.

“Okay. Relax. His name is Jin. And you?”

“Jimin” as you see that the waiter put a carrot cake, blueberry cheesecake and two coffees on your table. “Is this your last supper or something? Why do you keep on ordering?” you ask with a confused look.

“Well, the plane food sucks and we’ll be traveling on the air for like 12 hours, so better be full, right?”

“Hmm. Agree” as you take a bite of blueberry cheesecake, it melts the cheese and sweet flavor of blueberry in your mouth. “The food here is good” you added.

Yoongi and you talk anything under the sun. From his favorite books, movies, to pets, even kinks which you see how red Yoongi face becomes and how warm your cheeks suddenly feels.

“I once dated this girl and she got no experience at all, so I was her first. You know every time, I will do a move she wants me to tell her. Like okay, I am going to suck your nipples or I will now put my dick inside. Suddenly, I don’t feel hard anymore because I did too much talking. The momentum is gone, my friend” he said while shaking his head

“Wow. That’s so informative and instructional. Bet, you can record it and do some edits on 5 easy steps on how to make sex. It’ll be a sure hit” you said mockingly.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “I feel like throwing my dick out the window during that time”

“Well, I once had sex in the library,” you said.

“That’s so typical of you” he retorts

“While the librarian is still there and like 5-6 students are inside,” you said as you take bite of your cheesecake. You hear Yoongi choke on his coffee, you just laugh at him.

“How can you even do that?” he asks in between coughs.

“There is like a computer stall at the far end corner of the library, no one wants to go there because they said, it’s haunted but not for me and my horny ex-boyfriend.” You said sheepishly.

You talk about your greatest fears, most embarrassing moment.

“You know there is one time during hell week in the University. I only have 2-3 hours of sleep and deadlines left and right, so I literally feel like floating in air without realizing that I sit in on a wrong class. The thing is I even answer some of the questions asked by the professor” You said laughing as you remember those times.

Yoongi chuckles loudly before he adds “Oh, for me it’s different. I was working on this music for almost a week so I rarely have time to sleep. Then I have a 7 am class for Government and Politics, when my alarm  went off, I tried to sleep for five minutes more but when I woke up it's 6:50 already. I took a bath so fast, the Flash will be embarrassed then jog my way to the Uni with a crumpled uniform. But when I reach there it’s so dark and the rooms are all closed. So, I thought I may have arrived earlier. I checked my iPhone only to see that it's 7:15 in the evening. I alarmed wrong” he said then you break out into a fit of laughter, you feel like choking.

You learn that Yoongi actually composed songs since he was 13 and he did underground rapping when he was in college. You feel comfortable talking to him like you know him for a long time ago, like an old friend. He’s actually a smart talker, you even talk about politics and diplomatic affairs. The conversation flows fluidly and smoothly. You even high-five each other every time you agree on something and kick him under the table every time he blurts out some ridiculous statement to tease you.

“So, what’s your tattoo means?” you said pointing at his tattoo before sipping your coffee.

He pushes the sleeve up and shows you a tribal tattoo on his arm “There’s no deep meaning behind this tattoo. This is just a sign of my rebellion against my parents. I was drunk when my friend tattooed this on me” he said while laughing. “And you?” he said raising his eyebrow. “I saw the red treble clef at the back of your neck” he added

“Your eyes are really something, how can you see that?” you ask with a bewildered expression.

“I have a 20/20 vision, sweetheart,” he said then sticks his tongue out.

“Good for you then” you rolled your eyes before adding “Well, I really wanted to study music before but my father needs me in his company so I studied business, instead. I tattooed that at the back of my neck to express my love for music and also because I feel sorry that I chose business over my passion” you said mug of coffee between your hands.

“What instruments do you play?”

“Hmm. I can play guitar, violin, and piano. But I play piano better among those three. I learned that shit when I was 5” you said as your mind drifted to those days that your mom is teaching you how to play the piano. How every key you press brings out a soothing and melodic music which fills the air.

“Why can’t you just play again, even if you’re doing business and shit. Do it during your free time” he suggests before sipping his now cold coffee.

“Hmm. I'm not sure if I still know how to.” You said as you shrug your shoulders.

“Can you unlearn it?” he said questioningly. When you didn’t answer him back, he speaks again” I mean, you can be rusty and all that but I believe it’s still there within you”

“Maybe. Maybe not.”

“I can hook you up in my company. I mean you can produce some music there. Start with piano, or violin or guitar, whichever you feel comfortable playing” he explains leaning closer to you.

“I still want to keep the mystery going,” you said biting your lower lip.

“What actually you mean by that, Y/N?” Yoongi finally ask.

You breathe heavily before responding “Once we landed in London and we go our separate ways. We won’t look at each other after. We forgot that we even met.” You said.

“Why not? Are you married?” he asks with furrowed brows.

“Jesus, no.” you said laughing before you add “Well, I tell you most of the things I’m afraid to tell anyone. Even my brother doesn’t know some of those things. Maybe because sometimes it’s easier to talk to a stranger, less judgment because you are more into knowing the other person than judging him.” You pause and look him straight in the eyes, he holds your gaze with much intensity then you continue “I like talking to you Yoongi, I like what we have here. Let’s keep it that way” you said with a faint smile.

Yoongi didn’t respond he just looks at you, like he’s looking for something in your eyes. Then your staring game was broken when you hear the announcement in the loudspeaker of the airport.

“Good afternoon. This is an announcement for the passengers booked on flight 389A bound to London. Boarding will begin in approximately five minutes. Please proceed to Gate 3 immediately. Thank you.”

You didn’t notice that you’ve been sitting there for almost three hours already. You enjoy talking to Yoongi that time suddenly becomes irrelevant. You’re about to ask for the bill when he stops you mid-way.

“It’s already covered,” he said. You just look at him questioningly so he adds “My brother owns this place, so we don’t need to pay”

“Oh,” you said blinking twice “That’s why you chose this place eh?” you ask

“Uhm yeah. And every time I go overseas I want to make sure to eat here to have a taste of his cooking so I won’t miss it that much” he said.

“Ooooh. You’re getting sentimental. That’s cute” you coo at him, he just rolled his eyes.

You both walk side by side with your luggage in tow towards the boarding gate.

“What seat are you in? He asks while you are in the queue

“19A-window” then you show him your plane ticket.

“Oh, too bad. I’m 19C-aisle” he said you hum as a response.

“Y/N, during the 12-hour flight can we pretend that we’re close like we're old friends, just like what we did in the restaurant?” Yoongi asks sincerely while looking at you, his cap is shadowing his eyes.

“Yeah, sure. I think that’s what I’m trying to get across” you said with a warm smile.

Yoongi nods then plaster his gummy smile.

Once inside the airplane, you were greeted by two beautiful flight attendants as you made your way to the aisle. Yoongi lift your luggage in the overhead bin before lifting his own. You go straight to your seat beside the window and fastened your seatbelt. 19B wasn’t sitting there yet so Yoongi sits on her seat.

“I just wish, 19B is not the girl who doesn’t want to watch your luggage,” Yoongi said snickering, your eyes widen with this.

“Please no,” you said in between giggles.

Then you see that rude girl on the top of the aisle both you and Yoongi stiffen as she glares at you then move his gaze to Yoongi. She looks at you one more time then rolled her eyes before passing your row. You let go of the breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Well, that was—“you pause

“Intense” Yoongi completes your sentence. “I’m not very religious but I did pray to God that she passes our row. And good Lord, He listens” he said while you are biting your bottom lip from laughing loudly.

You and Yoongi keep on talking about the weather, the planes who take off and lands on the tarmac runway and everything in between. You sometimes point something out the window and Yoongi will lean closer to look then you laugh quietly with his random jokes then suddenly a lady in his 60s clears her throat while standing on the aisle.

“Young man, I think you’re sitting on my seat,” she said eyeing Yoongi. You frown a little after realizing that Yoongi will now move to his seat.

“Oh, I’m sorry Auntie.” You expect him to move right away but you can’t believe what he said after. “She’s actually my wife and she’s pregnant” You cough awkwardly because you got choke with your own spit from what lies Yoongi is rambling. So Yoongi rubs the back of your hand with his thumb before he proceeds “But there is some bit of a problem with our bookings so we got seated separately” he said then pouts.

Did he just pout? But you see that it’s working because the lady suddenly looks at Yoongi softly. “It’s okay, young man. I’ll just sit here, besides I have a terrible urinary gland, I don’t want to disturb you every time I’ll go to the bathroom” she said then sits on Yoongi’s seat.

“Thank you, Auntie,” Yoongi said with a wide smile.

“You’re welcome. Take good care of your beautiful wife” she said sweetly.

“Will surely do” Yoongi respond as you smile brightly to the old lady.

“I can’t believe you just lie to her” you whisper near his ears.

“Ssssshh. That’s a white lie, love” he said murmuring before glancing back at you only to realize that you’re facing each other, extremely close. His warm breath tickles your face. You just stare at each other, neither of you moving away. You see his eyes gaze down to your lips as you do the same. Yoongi has a cherry red lips and it’s moist, you unconsciously bit your lower lip. Yoongi is leaning much closer to you when the airplane speaker break whatever he was about to do.

“Runway is clear and ready for take-off” you hear the captain says on the speaker then you look away.

You feel the roar of the engine below as the plane increases his speed on the runway. You started to fidget in your seats while biting your nails. You close your eyes as you tried to breathe through your mouth to at least calm your nerves and beating heart.

“Scared of flying?” Yoongi asks softly near your ear once he notices your discomfort in your seat.

“Scared of landing,” you said in gritted teeth and tensed jaw.

You keep your eyes closed as you feel that the plane is starting to launch itself skyward then suddenly you feel a soothing music in your ears. You open your eyes slightly to see Yoongi smiling at you and he holds your right hand to squeeze it as you realize that he puts his earphones in your ears. “Here comes the Sun” by the Beatles is playing in the background. And you can’t help but think of summer sun on your skin, sand in your toes as you breathe the salty mist of the beach. It feels nice. It distracts you for a little while.

You smell peppermint and lavender in the air then you see that you are leaning on Yoongi’s chest. His arms around your shoulder and a soft blanket covering you. You blink twice only to realize that you actually drifted yourself to sleep. You lift your head slightly to see that the old lady in 19C is snoring with her mouth hanging open.

“How are you feeling?” he asks in a soothing voice.

“I feel grand, surprisingly.” You said with groggy voice while rubbing your eyes as you try to remove the sleep on it. “Uhm thank you,” you said shyly.

“Don’t mention it. I’m your husband, I suppose to take care of you” he said with a grin, you punch his arm playfully.

“What time is it?” you ask him

“15 minutes past 7. They’ll be serving dinner in a while” Yoongi answers and look at your watch.

You notice that “Oh. This is on London time” while holding your old watch that is a gift from your mom. “Woah. I fell asleep for almost 4 hours” you said with shocked eyes.

“Is that a bad thing?” he asks

“Hmm. I normally don’t sleep during the flight. I hate the turbulence and the shaky movements of the plane.”

“Y/N. This is a 12-hour flight. You are supposed to sleep”

“I know. But, still—“you pause as you retrieve the book from your backpack.

“What is that?” he asks with a quirked eyebrow

“This is called a book. There are different kinds of book; like novels, encyclopaedia” you said mocking him from his previous iPhone teasing, he rolled his eyes. So you added “this is the one which supposed to keep me awake”

“I didn’t know, you’re into that books,” he said eyeing the “Into the Magic shop by James Doty” in your hand.

“Well, I like it. It’s beautiful and inspiring.” You said

“And sapioromantic. You just have to stop and revel in the gorgeous wonder of the brain, the sheer capacity of all it can do.”

“Wow. You read it too?” you said smiling.

“I did, actually. It’s a nice read.” Yoongi responds with a smile.

There’s a pregnant pause after that before Yoongi speaks again.

“Do you believe in love at first sight, Y/N?” he asks with a smile in his voice.

You think for seconds long before you answer “No. Do you?”

“No, but I do believe in fate and destiny.”

“You know what, actually for a guy who has a lot of piercings, tattoo, and aura that screams bad boy, you are a real softie.” You said in a teasing voice while shaking your head.

“Don’t disrespect me” he said glaring back at you. “Why? You don’t believe in those things?”

“I believe in everything that happens in your life is caused by your course of action, your own life choices, and decisions. Neither by destiny nor fate”

“My mom and my dad were high school sweethearts, they were each other’s first love but they have to break up because my mom needs to study medicine abroad. When she came back to Korea she was supposed to marry someone else. But the day before her wedding she found out that his fiancée got someone pregnant, so she called off the wedding. While my mom was mending her broken heart she bumped into my Dad after almost 15 years of not seeing each other. 3 months after they decided to get married and just last month they celebrated their 30th wedding anniversary.”

“That's---

Yoongi cuts you off “Fate” he continues.

“No. I was supposed to say sweet and heart-warming. I’m not a huge believer of fate, Yoongi” you said. “It was all based on their decision, if your mom’s ex-fiancée didn’t knock someone off then they are supposed to be husband and wife. There shouldn’t be a Jin and Yoongi.”

“Or I shouldn’t be here sitting beside you. But I am. Because this was all meant to happen, I was meant to meet you here at the airport” Yoongi said with a glint in his eyes.

“No. If you ignore my sorry ass at the boarding lounge, you should be sitting at 19C, not that old lady” you said pointing at the old lady who is now snoring loudly than before. “But, you decided to help me, talk to me, treat me at your brother’s Italian restaurant and pretends to be my husband.”

“I’m not going to win you on this, can I?” he ask with a slight grin.

“Nope,” you said then sticks your tongue out. “Hold on, bathroom break,” you said. You get up from your seat and try to move carefully, so the old lady won’t wake up from her deep slumber.

When you came back to your seat, the foldable tray is up with foods on it.

“Sorry, I didn’t know what you want, I just pick apple juice and chicken casserole,” Yoongi said.

“I’m fine with it. Thanks”

“If you don’t mind me asking since I’m your husband for the night. Is your father got remarried as well?” he ask.

“Hmm. Nah. The guy is still head over heels for my mom. He got a girlfriend tho, which he changes every 6 months.” You said while grinning.

“Then how is he accepting that your mom is going to remarry?”

“He’s cool with it, surprisingly.”

You remember your Dad’s voice when he’s trying to convince you to be your mother’s bridesmaids along with Jimin continuous pleas and your mom’s sweet emails. “I know you are still not happy with the idea neither do I but do you really want be flipping through that album someday and wish that you should be a part of it. Whatever happens between me and your mom is beyond you. She deserves to be happy and she won’t entirely be if you are not part of this special moment in her life. So let’s give her that, yeah?”

“His happiness is my mom’s happiness. That’s love, I guess. It’s selfless” you said as you take a bite with your casserole.

“Why does it sound sad?”

“Well, that depends on how you see it” you smile back at him.  “When I learn about her upcoming wedding, I wasn’t happy at first. Even now, I’m still learning to accept it. I understand them doesn’t want to live under one roof, hell, they didn’t even want to live in the same country or continent but her, getting married is a whole different scenario.” You pause then look at the window as you see nothing but utter blackness.

“Before I still have the slightest hope for them to reconcile because of me and Jimin. There’s still us that connects the two of them. But that wedding, it is more of a confirmation that they aren’t ever getting back together. I want her to be happy but it took me too long to accept that her happiness is different from mine” you said while nibbling your bottom lip.

Yoongi looks at you with a sympathetic gaze. “I’m so sorry to hear that. And I’m sorry if ever I made you uncomfortable with that question”

“No. It’s fine, really. Thank you for asking me. I really wanted to get it out my chest, you know” you said as you hold his hand, he squeezes it back gently.

After your dinner, you just sit there trying to fix something in your backpack before you speak.

“What kind of song you usually produce?” you ask him

“Hmm. It’s better for me to let you listen to it” he said then put his earphone on your right ear again.

The song called "First Love". You hear a guy’s timbre voice starts off soft and slow, his words become more passionate until he reaches an aggressive crescendo. The guy described reaching out and touching the brown piano, and the rush he felt when he did…. You felt it too. He talked about his first love which you guessed it’s the piano and realized it’s the idea of one’s first love being music that you relate to so much. You unconsciously touch the back of your neck where the treble clef was tattooed.

You didn’t realize that you were crying until Yoongi reaches out to wipe the first tear that rolled down your cheeks. You look at him with glassy eyes and he continues to hold your cheeks with soft and warm hands while mouthing an “It’s okay”. You lean into his touch as you close your eyes and more tears started to roll down your cheeks. Yoongi wipes it over and over again until he pulls you into his arms and you bury your face into his chest, soaking his shirt with your tears. 

This is the first time that you cried after finding out about your mom’s wedding. You tried to bottle it all up and act strong, most especially in front of your Dad, or else he’ll be the one breaking. You need to be strong for both you and your father. When Jimin is sobbing over the phone after finding out about the wedding in between “we should be happy for mom, right?” “Why can’t we be happy for her, Y/N?” you compose yourself and act strong for both you and Jimin. This is the first time you became weak. And you became weak in the arms of a stranger.

You hear Yoongi humming a sweet and soft melody on the top of your head. You feel him kissing your forehead before you drifted off to sleep.

Once you wake up you see Yoongi sleeping peacefully on your side, you notice that he removes his cap and let his blonde hair loose. His breathing becomes heavy as his red lips are slightly agape. You see the awkward position of his neck, you’re afraid he’ll have a stiff neck in the morning, so you adjust his position and put his head on your shoulder as you draped over the blanket on both of you. And you went back to sleep, peacefully. In spite of the shaky movement of the plane and the turbulence.

When you wake up again, you watched as the orange rays of sunlight peak through the oval glass window. The warm glow was mesmerizing, a treasure in a normally gray bleak world. Yoongi is still sleeping peacefully in your shoulder.

“Your husband really loves you” the old lady from 19C grabs your attention.

“I’m sorry, Auntie, what?” you asked again because maybe you heard wrong because of the roar of the plane’s engine.

“I said your husband really loves you. The way he looks at you is the same look my husband gives me for the last 30 years.” She said smiling with her eyes.

You don’t know how to respond to that so you just look at Yoongi’s soft features as a small smile is forming your lips.

Then Yoongi moves slightly from your side, he stretches a bit and stifles a yawn before looking up at you to meet your eyes.

“Good morning,” you said softly.

“Good morning” he responds in a hoarse voice. “What time is it?” He asks.

You look at your iPhone “30 minutes past 9” you answer.

“Can you believe it, it’s still Sunday. We left Seoul on a Sunday and still arrive here at London on Sunday even after a 12-hour flight" he said while stretching his arms upward.

“Time difference is such a bitch” you reply and he chuckles softly.

Then you hear the airplane speakers asking for the passengers to put their seatbelt on as the plane will be landing in approximately 8 minutes.

You put your seatbelt on as Yoongi place his earphone on your right ear, you give him an earnest smile as a response. Yoongi reaches out for your hand. You thought that he will just hold it like what he did before but he intertwined your fingers instead. Yoongi has warm hand and nice long fingers. You like how your hand shapes perfectly on his. As if it is meant for his hand to hold yours. You’re holding each other’s hand as you lean on his shoulders before you feel the plane is slowly doing a downward dip.

You reach London 15 minutes earlier and there was no hassle in the immigration. You are just standing on the conveyor belt waiting to retrieve your check-in luggage. Neither of you speak a word but Yoongi hasn’t been letting go of your hand, which you don’t mind at all. You like how warm his hand is against your skin. You’re extremely close to each other you can smell his peppermint and lavender scent. Yoongi looks like he’s in deep thought but he’s still not bothering to break the silence.

“I think we can go our separate ways here” you are the first one to speak. Yoongi lets go of your hand and you feel the aching feeling of holding it again. But he just looks at you as if contemplating what the best response to that. “Are we getting a divorce now?” he said trying to pull a joke. You smile but you know it didn’t reach your eyes. Your heart suddenly feels heavy, knowing that you need to go your separate ways even before the arrival gate. But you know it’s easier.

You’ve been thinking about it since you land this morning. That if Yoongi will ask for your number, you will give it. Fuck the mystery. Fuck the “let’s keep it that way”. You feel so connected to him that you feel like you are going to contradict your own beliefs. He makes you feel things. How can something wrong feels so right?

But that question you’ve been waiting for never came. He didn’t ask for your number.

“Okay. Take care, Y/N” he said in a raspy voice.

“You too, Yoongi.” You wave awkwardly then added “And thank you”

“You’re welcome,” he said with a small smile.

“Bye, Yoongi,” you said as you push the cart around to face the other direction.

You are just a few meters away when you hear your name being called. You turn your body around just to see Yoongi running towards you. He’s just inches away from you when he pulls you into a warm hug. You close your eyes as you melt into his embrace.

“Shit. Sorry. Just—just let me hug you” he said stuttering.

“It’s fine, Yoongi,” you said as you hug him back. He hugs you so tight that you feel your bones are going to break but you pay it no mind as you like how soft and warm he feels at the same time. You close your eyes as you soak up the familiarity of him. His nice scent, his gentle touch, his comfort. How can someone be rock solid, yet comforting?

“Bye, my wife,” he said voice close to whisper.

You stand into your tiptoes to kiss him on the right cheek before saying “Take care, my husband” you said as you turn around making sure you won’t ever look back.

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You reach the wedding hall 45 minutes before the ceremony. After paying extra to the cab if he reaches it before 11:30. Once Jimin sees you, you both jump and scream in delight before he hugs you so tight.

“Let’s do the hugging later, you look like a total shit,” he said then pulls you towards the vanity chair so the make-up artist can put your make-up on. In the warm light of early summer, your hair glowed chestnut, tumbling in curls to the powder blue dress.

“Have you seen, Mom?” you ask Jimin.

“Yeah, before you arrive. Go, she really wanted to see you before the ceremony” he said.

You feel your heart is beating in your chest, you don’t know if you’re ready for this. But you just have to get this done and over with. You lightly knock on the wooden door.

“Come in” you hear your mom’s high-pitched tone that is all too familiar in your ears.

You open the door and slid inside. Then you see your Mom in the middle wearing a well-designed white dress with a long train. The semi-embroidered fabric accentuated your mother’s natural curves. It’s simple yet elegant. She’s wearing diamond earrings and necklace which you didn’t bother to know how much. The sunlight is illuminating her beautiful figure. Your mother looks beautiful even for her age.

“Y/N, honey. I’m glad you reach on time” she said then walk towards you as you also made your way to meet her halfway. She hugs you and you hugged her back, careful not to spoil the beautiful gown. You see some tears are forming at the corner of her eyes. She fans her face trying to dry the tears. “The make-up artist will scold me if I’ll ruin her make-up,” she said smiling. “I’m just so glad you are here, Y/N”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world” you said holding her hand to give it a light squeeze.

The ceremony goes on in a breeze. They exchange vows and you see Jimin from the corner of your eyes trying to wipe his tears, you don’t know if it’s happy tears though.

You are now sitting at one of the tables, champagne in one hand while you look at your mother from below. She looks genuinely happy. Her new husband is a nice guy, a neurosurgeon. You met him several times during your summer visits and he always treats you as his own. He’s caring and compassionate as well.  Maybe, your father is right. You need to give your mom’s happiness because that’s how love works. Love is supposed to be selfless. If this is what makes her happy, who you are to go against it.

You saw Jimin from the dancefloor, slow dancing with his boyfriend. You drink another glass of champagne in one swig. You keep on looking around hoping to see someone with a blonde hair, sugar white skin, and a gummy smile. What were you thinking Y/N you scold yourself as you tried to shake away those thoughts. So, you just observe around to distract yourself. Some of the guests are chattering, others are dancing, and well most of them are just eating. The food is surprisingly nice, so you can’t blame them. You are about to drink another glass when a small and chubby hand took it away from your grasp, you rolled your eyes.

“Why are you sitting here alone like an old maid?” Jimin asks with a shrill voice.

“What do you want me to do?” you ask with a nonchalant tone.

“Dance?”

“You want me to dance alone?” you ask with a quirked eyebrow

“I can dance with you, Y/N, if you want” Jungkook suggests

“No, baby. I am the only one who can dance with my gorgeous twin” Jimin said as he hands Jungkook your champagne. “Hold this” he adds while he drags you towards the dancefloor.

“Why do you look so out of it? You keep on zoning out” Jimin said as you put your hands on his shoulders and he places his hands to your waist.

“M’ not,” you said in a defensive tone.

“We’re twins remember? I can somehow feel what you are feeling. You look so distracted. Like your body is here but your mind is elsewhere.” He added.

“What are you, a shrink now?” you snorts at him

“I didn’t study Psychology for nothing, dumbass” he bites back

You didn’t respond as you and Jimin slowly sway to the sweet music. You are looking from the side, avoiding Jimin’s gaze.

“Mom is kinda worried about you, y’know?” Jimin said, making your head snap up to look back at him.

“Why is she worried about me?” you ask with furrowed brows.

“Because they’ll be leaving tomorrow for Maldives and you will be here all alone. She feels bad she’s actually thinking to cancel the trip.” Jimin explains.

“No, she didn’t,” you said, you stop from swaying, so is Jimin.

Jimin shakes his head. “I convince him that you are coming with me and Jungkook to Paris,” he says then you both started to slow dance again.

“I am so not going to third-wheel with you and your boyfriend. The last time I did, I endure your moaning voice for almost 24 hours.” You glare back at him. Jimin throws his head back while laughing.

“That’s an over exaggeration. Anyway, so what are your plans?” he asks

“I dunno. Maybe I’ll just go back to Seoul.” You said while straightening the collar of Jimin’s coat.

“That’s only a 2-week trip. Mom wants to see you here once she gets back”

“I’ll find a way, Chim. Don’t worry” you said with a sweet smile.

You feel how exhausted you are once you reached your house and had a warm long shower. You are just sitting on your bed, drying your hair with a towel when you hear a soft knock on your door, and you see Jimin peeping from outside.

“Come on in, Chim,” you said “Since when do you know how to knock?” you ask with a disbelieving tone.

“Since mom and Jungkook scold me for that,” he said grinning. “So, how are you? How was the flight?” he asks

“Exhausting as usual,” you said as you play around your comforter.

“You are not telling me something” Jimin eyes you.

“Huh?”

“Well, if you don’t want to tell me ab---

“I met someone,” you said cutting Jimin’s sentence. Jimin just looks at you and signaling for you to continue so you did “At the Incheon Airport, we’re on the same flight bound to London. He got a lot of piercings and a tattoo, he looks like a total badass who will break every girl’s heart. But the truth is he’s a real softie who believes in fate and destiny. Can you believe that?” you pause and sigh before you continue “He’s just so warm and caring, Chim. And we talk a lot of things that I didn’t realize I can actually let someone know too much about me, a stranger at that. But, I did talk to him about my fears, my frustrations even mom’s wedding. As if I have known him for ages, not just by a few hours.” You stop without realizing that you are actually smiling and you see how Jimin smiles as well while listening to you. 

You tell Jimin everything from how he watch your luggage, and how he helps you of your fear of landing, how he wipes your tears when you cry after listening to his song, how he holds your hand and how he runs back to hug you so tight, as if he’s afraid to let you go.

“What is his name?” Jimin ask softly while rubbing circles on your hand.

“Yoongi,” you said while a small smile flashes your lips just by mentioning his name.

“Where is Yoongi now?”

“He’s going to Dublin tonight, just stopping by here in London to meet a friend.”

“Then call him” Jimin utter while he moves to get a comb from your dresser and walks back to start combing your hair.

“I—I don’t have his number, Chim,” you said quietly

“What? It’s 2018 now, Y/N. How can you not have his number?”

“Well, he didn’t ask for it. And it’s basically my fault. I told him once we land at London we will forget each other and act like we never met at all”

“What kind of nonsense is that?” Jimin said with an unimpressed gaze.

“I’m—“ you pause then sigh heavily before you continue “I’m just scared, Chim. What if he doesn’t like me the way I like him”

“I will bet my entire fortune that he likes you the way you like him, even more than you like him,” Jimin says while combing your hair softly.

“I’m just afraid that I will love him too much then he will just break me,” you said looking down at your lap.

Jimin moves your body to face him and then he lifts your chin. “Not everyone is like mom and dad, Y/N. Don’t let their broken relationship define yours.”

“I know,” you said but you are not sure if you really know.

“You deserve to be happy, Y/N,” Jimin said before hugging you and you hug him back as you feel a tear roll down from your cheek.

After 3 days, you can't stop thinking about Yoongi. How can he affect you so much? You first thought that it will be like a fleeting feeling that after a day or two of not seeing him, you won’t be thinking about him anymore. But you are so wrong.

Yesterday, Jimin and Jungkook left to Paris so you are alone in your mother’s big house. This is the third night and you still have a hard time sleeping, maybe because of time difference and shit. You went down to the kitchen to drink a glass of water. You decided to go back to bed and just maybe read your novel until you fall asleep. You take the “Into the Magic Shop” from your backpack but it slips down your hand and fall on the floor, you pick it up, lifting the back cover when you see some writing on it.

You remember that you didn’t write anything on it because you don’t like scribbling on your books. So, you open your bedside lamp to see clearly. There’s a scrawny handwriting at the back that left your eyes wide, mouth slightly open, and heart beating loudly in your chest.

Just in case you want to change your belief and follow me:

2 Harcourt Terrace, Saint Kevin's,

Dublin 2, D02 E722, Ireland

Fuck it you mutter under your breath

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You are not a firm believer of love at first sights, fate or even destiny. You think that it is just an excuse of those people who are not courageous enough to fight for their love. Because if you love someone you will go after him, you won’t use the “if we are meant to be for each other, destiny will find a way.” No Susan, if you love someone you will find a way. Not the fate or destiny.

You are scared of landing. That is why you hate traveling by air, you hate airports but for the last 10 years of your life, you’ve been traveling here and there to visit your mom. But still, your hate for traveling and airports remains the same.

You don’t like falling in love. After seeing your parent’s broken relationship. You are afraid to build your own. What if you screw it up, just like them. Instead, loving the one you love, you end up hurting him. There’s a lot to lose than to gain.

You are standing at the sleek silvery tiles of the airport terminal. Backpack in left hand, luggage on the right. There is a cacophony of noises around from the people who are rushing for their own respective flights. You remember how much you run the last time you were at the airport terminal. You shake your head while curving your lips in a smile.

You sigh softly as your heart is beating loudly in your chest before looking down at the plane ticket in your hand that says:

“Dublin”