Part Time: Rose's Thorns

Chapter 2: Welcome back

Ladies and gentlemen, we have just been cleared to land at Seoul Incheon airport. Please make sure one last time your seat belt is securely fastened. The flight attendants are currently passing around the cabin to make a final compliance check and pick up any remaining cups and glasses. Thank you.

I fell asleep again until the pilot announced this to the whole cabin. Taking a peek through the window, it was already nighttime and only I could see was the flashing light on the edge of the wing. I craned my neck, my fingers felt stiff now as I tried to open and close it several times. Couldn't even feel any blood running on my organs right now.

"Shit," I swore to myself. Here am I again, landing on the country where I messed up a lot. The country where I learned that love isn't easy and where my love story started. Where would I even harvest that courage to face every one of them again.

I pulled my heavy luggage and made my way to the main lounge. I couldn't help myself from staring on every single corner of the airport , it's just a feeling of home? All those early days I stayed here was pure memorable that even the last moment, the worse ending of all, I still even manage to remember it.

"How rude of this asshole to leave me back there," the woman complained as she walked with me. She only had a small luggage with her compared to mine that almost weighs as my whole room.

"You're mad at me so why would I bother showing myself to you," I answered, keeping my eyes at the front.

"Oh." She let out a chuckle. "It means you're scared at me, that's cute."

"I'm definitely wouldn't be scared to a stranger," I paused and turned to look at her. "Plus, who are you again, Ms.?"

She combed her hair with her fingers and slid it behind, turning to look at me as she reached her hand at me. "Jessica." She gleamed.

Jessica, what a great name for her. It perfectly fits with her height and quick tempered personality, it isn't an insult but that's how I see it. I nodded in response and placed taps on her hand. "Alright, Jessica. I don't even understand how in the world did you even know I'm going back here like," - I shook my head, lightly yet quick - "how?"

She crossed her arm as her eyes drooped. "I'm not here to answer every questions you make, I'm not google. So let's keep moving because someone's waiting for us outside."

Jessica continued and left me on my spot dumbfoundedly. Did she just dodged my question? It was indeed suspicious and weird for her to know my departure from the states down to here. But, I guess it's not the best time to dig into my suspicions again. I followed her all the way through the entrance door as I noticed a black Maserati parked on the waiting area, she was standing right on the door, seemingly waiting for me.

I asked for a taxi but she immediately stopped me, the Maserati right behind her was her driver. I furrowed my eyebrows as my eyes widened upon the fact that she had a driver, is she a sort of an official in this country or something. I wanted to take the taxi instead, but she just doesn't stop from yelling my name inside that I had no choice to ride her car.

I rested my head over my hand as my elbow was placed against the window. Jessica gazed over the Seoul skyline through her window when the car reached Incheon Bridge. The last time I saw this bridge was the night I escaped from the two, it was hilarious and terrifying at the same time, knowing that I'm back on this country again I couldn't even imagine myself again. Both of us remained quiet throughout the journey until we reached our destination.

We stopped on a bright, tall luxurious looking tower. Inside the lounge was filled by bright chandeliers, people on suits and polos wandering around that made me question myself why am I in this place? With my attire, which is only a shirt and a short as if I'm heading for a beach vacation, felt that I'm out from their leagues.