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-chapter 1

"Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw..."

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"GOOD MORNING USAAAA! I'VE GOT A FEELING THAT ITS GONNA BE A WONDERFUL DAY! GOOD MORNING USAA-!" I slam my hand onto my phone after a while of it going off and sit up, groaning like a zombie as my back pops.

I normally would ignore my morning alarm, but I can't miss my flight- wait.

That's my morning alarm.

My morning alarm goes off at 9:30 am.

My plane leaves at 9:50.

SHIT.

I scramble out of bed, my legs getting caught in the blankets, causing me to fall down. I ignore my scraped knees and throw on some sweatpants. I slip on Grey and black checkered vans and throw my (used to be) planned airport outfit into my carry-on. It'd take too long to put in my suitcase.

I grab my phone and vuse, shoving them in my pocket, and yank my bag over my left shoulder, while dragging my suitcase down the stairs, busting my ass a couple of times in the process.

I run out the front door, already knowing Haesoo and her soulmates were at work, so I'd have to run to make it to the airport. I fucking BOLTED down the street as soon as I got out of the apartment complex, towards the airport.

Thankfully, it's only about a 7-minute walk, so with my slow-ass running, I can make it there in 6. As I'm running like I'm about to get murdered, I yank my phone out of my pocket and check the time.

9:46.

"OHHH I SWEAR TO GOD IF I MISS THIS PLANE I WILL START TO BAWL MY EYES OUT. THEONLYTIMEIVISITANDICANTMISSTHEPLANEBACKANDIMABOUTTOMISSIT-" I start to yell to myself while running, causing some people to furrow their eyebrows at me in confusion and others to cover their children's eyes, probably telling them  'not to stare at the foreign girl speaking in tongues.'

I can barely breathe at this point. It feels like I've been running forever. I look up and finally see the damned airport roof from the next block.

I reach the airport and smile, slowing down, trying to catch my breath. That smile soon drops as I look over to my usual gate. There it is. Gate G-27. The plane, disconnected from the wall, and going down the road for takeoff.

I walk away from the entrance and sit on a bench, gripping onto my chest and leaning my head back while man spreading. Shit. I open my eyes after a minute and squint, looking down at my chest. "And I forgot to wear a bra..."

Not only did I miss my flight, but as I was running, my tatas were flapping in the wind, ungracefully bouncing in every direction they can, and are now hurting. I groan and close my eyes again and letting my head fall back against the bench.

I shove my hand into my pocket and take out my trusty, electric, nicotine stick, holding it to my mouth and inhaling. I blow the addicting smoke out of my lungs and take multiple other hits until I feel dizzy from the buzz.

I stand up and throw my bag on my shoulder sluggishly, yanking on my suitcase with the same hand, still taking hits of the menthol heaven with the other, and walk away from the airport.

I sigh and take out my phone, texting the throuple that I missed my flight and don't know when I'm gonna be able to book another one. They all respond decently quick, telling me that I can stay as long as I need.

I smile at the groupchat and put my phone back in my pocket. What should I do now? I'm kinda hungry... I shrug at my thoughts and walk into a small convenience store at the end of the line of buildings I'm walking by.

There's only a couple of people inside, probably because there's not many people in the area I'm in. I shrug once more and walk down a couple of isles, grabbing whatever I find even slightly appealing.

I eventually walk to the front, setting down my food for it to be scanned. The old man at the cash register swipes the items and puts them into bags for me, smiling. "Okay, that's gonna be iwhdjdfb." I furrow my eyebrows and smile.

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that, sir?" I ask with an, obviously, broken accent. He nods in understanding, opening his mouth to speak, but an, almost angelic, voice interrupts, "He said the total is 3008.50 won. Are you a foreigner?"

I sigh, taking out the money quickly and handing it to the nice cashier, before turning to the voice. "Thank you so much! I'm not very good with num-" I look up at the stranger, taking in his appearance.

He's around 6'1-6'2 with a slightly lanky build. He's wearing blue jeans and a simple white t-shirt and a black, unbuttoned sweater. He's got converse on his feet and a black mask over his nose and mouth, fluffy brown hair barely revealing his eyes.

"-bers..." I end up trailing off at the end of my sentence, entranced by this tall stranger.

I look into his eyes and feel a weight on my chest, almost burning. "Here is your stuff, have a good day!" I snap my head over to the cashier and give a tight smile, taking the bag from his hands. "Thank you, sir. You as well." I look over at the guy who seems frozen in place, still staring at my eyes.

I furrow my eyebrows slightly and smile, worried. "I know I'm your soulmate, but this reaction is kind of worrying, man..." I laugh nervously and scratch my cheek. He's already adorable! He snaps out of it and puts his items on the counter to be checked out, the same cashier getting to work.

He walks quickly towards me and takes the bag from my hand, holding it in his left one. "Hey! What are you doing-" He hunches over and wraps his arms around my waist, squeezing tight, and sets his forehead on my shoulder.

I gasp slightly in surprise but wrap my arms around his back as well, rocking us back and forth. He starts shaking slightly and I scratch up and down his back with my nails. Is he crying?!

"Hey, hey! Are you okay? What's wrong, Mijo?" I start to feel tears on my neck and he squeezes me closer. "I found you. I found you! The hyungs are gonna be so happy! We've been looking for you for so long!" He leans up, letting go of me but still staying close. We?

I furrow my eyebrows and he pulls his mask down to wipe his tears. He pushes his hair up and out of his face, letting me get a good look at him. I feel my eyes widen and I take a step back, my heart racing. There is no FUCKING WAY.

He furrows his eyebrows and holds my bag up to his chest, "What's wrong?"

"Fucking, HUENINGKAI?!" His eyes widen as well and he scrambles towards me.

"Your stuff is ready, sir!"