You suck, but I still love you

So we meet again

 Mother is going to kill me if i won't be there on time

That was the main thought going through my head as I was on my skateboard trying to get to the right terminal. I accidentaly took the wrong turn and ended up at terminal 1 instead 5. Well, stupid things happen. I was already thinking of a excuse to use.  I thought of a flat tire, but that would be idiotic since i'm still not allowed to drive a car.
I got there just on time, ten minutes after the plane is supposed to land on ground. I was panting a bit and it took me a little to concentrate on the flight board. Korean is still a bit difficult for me.

Wait... London - Seoul 30 minutes late? Bloody hell, i didn't have to be in such a hurry then.

 I took my skateboard in my hand and looked around. There were a few coffee shops and a lot of people waiting for their loved ones. Just like me.
I bought green tea and sat down, looking around. I had to smile at the thought. I haven't seen my mother and brothers for three weeks. I couldn't wait to see them again.
I was adopted as a baby by an asian family. My mother is thai and father korean. Mother told me that they got an adoption because she couldn't get pregnant. She eventually got pregnant, but I was already - technically - grown up. We all lived in London, UK. Mother spoke thai, korean and english with me, father korean and chinese.
My father is a kind, but a demanding bussines man. He sent me to Thailand when I was ten to live with my aunt. I spent three years there, and I came back with flawless thai. I lived in London since, and I spent a six months long program in Hong Kong to improve my chinese.
Father and I came here three weeks ago to finish all the preparations. My job was to take care of the house and school, my father was busy working in the firm. It's a new thing for my father and he's been busy since. We lived in a hotel for the past three weeks, since the house wasn't ready to move in. I slept in the house for the first time yesterday and it was fantastic. I was really excited that my father let me do something this important. I did a pretty good job to say so myslef.  I hope that my mother and the twins will like it.
I was sipping my tea and looking around the enourmous hall. I straped my skateboard to the back of my backpack and checked the time. 12:41. Still have to wait another twenty minutes. I got bored and started looking at the groups of people. There were a lot of people considering the time, mostly young, cutely dressed girls. I looked down at my baggy, gray sweatpants, rugged converse shoes, Blink 182 hoodie and I shruged my shoulders. If i wanted to look better then i should have tried more. At least i fit in the „skateboard girl thug" cliché.
I checked my phone twice, wrote a text to dad that mom is coming a bit late, ordered another tea and as I was thinking about slamming my head agains the wall, the horde of girls started growing into huge crowd. All of them were in their teen or young adult years, mostly dressed in revealing clothes and holding out banners. The banners got me interested. Meaby some celebrity? Is it someone i know? Two random girls with - you know it - colourful, huge banners were walking nereby. I jumped over the little fence aroud the coffee shop and ran up to them.
„Hey, whats this all about?" I asked in korean, pointing at the crowd and banners. The girls looked over, looking super happy. Like just-got-a-new-puppy happy.
„You dont know?! GOT7 are coming back!" with that she high fived her friend.
„Who's GOT7?" i asked blanky. The girls looked at me in shock.
Bloody fangirls.
„You dont know GOT7?!" she asked me in a loud, angy voice. „How can you not know THE idol GOT7, the most ama - "
„Aish, don't know them" I cut her off, not interested anymore. I felt slightly dissapointed, since I don't like nor listen to kpop. And I dont really respect idol groups since they're so manufactured. Some of them do have talent, though.
The girls looked at me like they're ready to rip my hair off so I quickly added „ Hey, look at me. I'm not korean, just moved here. Carry on."

 I sat back to my table at the coffee shop and tried hard not to sulk. I  checked my phone again. 12:51. Yay. Only ten minutes. But doesnt that mean that my mother is on the same plane as the fake idol group?
I already decided that I don't like got7 because of their rude fans and their stupid ass name. Who the hell thought that GOT7 is a good name? I knew that I'm hating on them only because I'm bored, and that the're propably really sweet people, but at the moment I just wanted to keep my mind occupied. I was betting that at least one member would have coloured or bleached hair.
Suddenly the fans started yelling like crazy. Another reason to hate on them. I checked the flight board. Tokyo - Seoul? Cute. People started to walk out of the terminal. They were mostly bussines men and I thought of my father. It was 13:03 when i checked the flight board.
London - Seoul ..... another 20 minutes late.
I facepalmed. I wanted to yell out a loud, heartfelt „Bloody hell!" but I stoped myself. The fangirls were getting anxious, awkwardly waiting for their idols to come. I bought another green tea and I  started scanning the fangirls.
And then I saw it. Meaby 15, 16 years old, chubby girl with her tears almost bursting out looked around, dropped her banner on the floor with hysterical sobs and ran away. After that it was like an avalanche. Everyone joined. I know that meaby, meaby I should feel bad for them, but I only found it amusing. I know that its heartless, but I just didn't GET the scenes they were making. I promised to GOT7, the stupid ass named fake idol group, that i won't hate on them again. Their fangirls kept me amused and I appreciate that.
London - Seoul .....1 hour late.
I almost crushed the cup in my hand. Now everything after the freaking out fangirls scene will seem drab. I loudly sighed and texted my dad that they're one hour late. I got a response this time. „Looks like the roles have changed :) Don't make anthing that you wouldn't want me to know!" I scoffed at the „roles have changed". I am not always on time, I have to admit that. I took out my headphones and started listening to my phone on shuffle, trying not to look like a annoyed teenager.
I was failing.