Memories unkept

If love and hate were the same word...

She arrived at Seoul, Korea, at the appointed time. No one was waiting for her. The international airport was flowing with people from every latitude of the globe with a vibrating diversity; she was just another human with tons of jetlag in a foreign land, anticipating her duty with the magazine she works at as a famous photographer. With her precious belongings, a.k.a her cameras and a bit of clothes, walked until she took a cab straight to HYBE.
"Oh, HYBE!" the driver said cheerfully, while looking at her through the mirror. "Many young girls come to Seoul and ask me to take them there, yes!"

Yeah, HYBE. More like the only thing that tangles me to a brother I didn't know I had, until my editor sent me to this city at the other side of the world to make a photoshoot for a well known K-pop group. What am I going to do with this poor information? Say 'Hi, I am your sister, sorry to show up now?'

It felt like being pushed to iced water, trying to not to drown. Her mother gave her a hint to find an untold truth to a part of her life yet unveiled.

"A young brother?! How?" she yelled in shock. Her mother hid the shame turning her face.
"I was young and had no maturity enough to realize about my actions. All I can tell you, is that he's doing well in Seoul, in that big company you're going to. Please, pay attention to the signs, you've been always a perceptive person. This trip is the key to find the truth, to open a lock in a new chapter of your life"

"Miss, we're here!" the driver's gentle voice knocked on her ears. The view looked like the wrong place: is this the actual HYBE building? It felt she was in the financial world, not the entertainment one. After paying the ride, the driver helped her with the luggage and bowed at her before leaving. Still struggling with the equipment, an employee helped her.
"I am the photographer from Prose" she said nervously while the male, young employee was typing in the computer. His eyes shined for a moment.
"This way, please. The group is ready to make the photoshoot with you" added while guided her on her way to what she knows best.
The room was filled with people preparing the session. When she arrived, everyone bowed at her, including the seven members of BTS, that shook her hand each.
In a corner, there were a few young boys paying attention, until one of them shyly approached her to compliment her work.
"Thanks a lot" she said while being hypnotized by a key hanging on his chest...
"It belongs to my mother; she gave it to me when I was kid"

The key to find the truth... to open a lock in a new chapter of your life...

"My mother had the same key, and told me she lost it on a trip abroad long time ago... it is handmade, and there is only one made like that"
"By any chance, do you live in Y/C?"
"Yes"
"My father told me she lives there, but never told me anything to find her..."

How many times do you have to drown until learn how to swim? Is this the last time? Maybe.
He looked exactly like her mother: the eyes, the hair, everything started to shape in front of her.
RM raised his voice to shut the buzz in the studio and start the shoot. She felt in her best mood, giving instructions, asking the members their opinions, to repeat a pose, to try a new one. Time slid through her fingers.
His brother, Hyung Sook, gave her his number to keep up.

Time can go by according to each person. To her, it flowed smoothly.

In her work, people praised her again for being the best photographer out there.

In Seoul, forums became active for a rumor that spread like a challenge: HYBE, apparently, is debuting a new boy group part of the next generation.

She didn't need anything else.

"Noona, guess what, I am debuting!"