The days when no technology existed, love was written on letters, eyes were met, hands were frequently intertwined and romance was real.
Going back to 1988 when distance separated two fated people letters and emails coexisted binding the lovers tog...
"Sometimes it's not the butterflies that tell you you're in love, but the pain."
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Today was Jinhae Gunhangje Cherry Blossom Festival and everyone was pissed in the crowd to reach where they were headed.
"Uncle push everyone!" Jennie cries, struggling "I can't breath." Your father worries, deliberately pushing everyone squeezing her, as you hold hands with your Mom and Jennie, walking through the crowd with great difficulty.
Your mom wrap her arms around your both, saving you both from the constant pushes and keeping you under her safety.
"Aunt Choi, do we really need to attend this festival?" Jennie mumbles clutching her hands around her chest as your mom glances down at her, sweating like hell, "Of course dear–Ouch," she gets pushed by another lady but she doesn't let any of you get hurt.
She sighs, adding, "I know it's frustrating but it's worth ya know, you'll know once we get out of this crowd," she looks out for your father, "The people here are just not for nothing," she takes you both closer to your father as Jennie nods, understanding.
"Is Jungkook coming too?" She asks, taking your attention.
Your mom nods, "Of course, they're coming with your Dad," she responds to Jennie as she shines after hearing the information, "Nice," she smiles, "I thought they weren't gonna make it, it's good to hear they are."
"Right?" Your mom replies with a smile, suddenly feeling air hitting her face and her muscles finally stretching. It was a real struggle to walk through.
Your father takes a long breath, "We're out, alas."
Both of you stand near the coolers to let the sweat go away. The make up staying on your face was fortunately in good condition. The dresses both of you were made to wear were quite heavy.
Jennie wore a pink hanbok and you wore a blue one with a hairpiece tucked beautifully in your braided hair without getting hitched.
All credits to your mom for keeping both of you safe.
"Okay, Mr and Mrs Jeon would be waiting for us. Let's go," Your father wipes his sweat off his forehead walking ahead as all of you follow his lead.
Ater few minutes everyone reached the Yeojwacheon light festival.
Beautiful lanterns were hanging, colourful umbrellas were decorated around, dazzling shiny lights decorated around spring trees giving it a dazzling look
