SeoulMates | OT7 Soulmate AU

Hana (하나)

I hate this country.

Yeah it's beautiful.

But I fucking hate it.

Why? You may ask, well let me tell you.

This is where my life was ruined nearly beyond repair. Where I was teased and bullied to a severity that rivaled abuse.

This is where my father left my mother and I without warning, without notice. Just left one day and never came back and we never heard from him again

This is where my mother committed suicide. Where I lost the one person that really loved me. Where I lost my best friend.

I swore to myself that I would never step foot in South Korea ever again. Swore it. Yet here I am in this hellhole of trauma and pain. Why the fuck did I agree to come back here? And for my father's funeral no less. Curiosity? Maybe, I don't really know but something deep, really deep, like the unknown depths of the oceans deep, made me buy a ticket and get on the plane.

I'm going to regret this. I know it. I can feel it in my bones, nagging and my scar is aching, increasingly so, which means something bad is bound to happen. My scar is like a sixth sense, a back-up intuition and it always warns me of impending bad news and every time I don't listen to it I end up screwed.

I shouldn't be here. This is a disaster in the making. As I stepped out of the airport the cool wind whipped my loose hair across my face. With my suitcase and carryon I found the town car waiting for me and gave the driver the address to my hotel. On the drive I decided to text my half-sister to let her know I was in the country and she tried, for the tenth time, to convince me to stay with her family.

Abso-fucking-lutely not.

I declined her offer, again, explaining I'd be more comfortable at the hotel I booked. It was very expensive, very fancy and up to my standard of comfort and luxury. As we arrived a well dressed employee handled my luggage while I went to check in. With my key card and welcome packet in hand I decided to stop off at the bar for a much needed drink. I tipped the bellman handsomely before I did since I wasn't going to my room right away.

"Good evening, what will you have to drink?" The bartender asked in English, I know my black side was more prominent but my Asian side was obvious too. Whatever.

"Whisky sour please" I replied in flawless Korean. He blinked his shock away instantly and went to fix my drink. I unwrapped the scarf from my neck and shrugged off my coat, smoothing my hair out of my hair.

I took in the crowd in the bar, not too many people but enough to create a soft murmur of voices. A lot of men and some women, including myself, counted seven of us. My drink was placed in front of me on a black napkin

"Oh, that's good" I said after taking a healthy sip of it. I ordered one and drank at my leisure before deciding to head up to my room.

When I walked in I smelled fresh flowers, I thoroughly examined the room and checked my luggage to make sure there weren't any dents, scratches or tears. Everything looked good so I began to relax after I undressed and took a long hot shower I wanted a bath but was afraid I'd fall asleep. I scrolled through my phone, multitasking emails, social media and work for a while then my body gave in to sleep.

The next day I woke up late in the morning, checked my phone and saw it was near noon so I got up. I ordered breakfast through room service and freshened up while I waited for it to arrive. Only fifteen minutes ticked before I was served an egg white omelette with spinach, mushrooms and feta cheese, a side of kimchi with mineral water and kombucha tea to wash it down. After my breakfast I got dressed in black high waisted pants, a cream satin tank and put a caramel colored cardigan over it. With my accessories on I put on a little makeup and smoothed my hair back into a low ponytail.