Juniper travels to Seoul to escape from a rocky past to find and truly love herself. While there, she meets an unlikely suitor, who is willing to love her unconditionally and help her genuinely love herself. To show her she's deserving of all the l...
I step into the airport, a wave of relief flooding over me after finally being back on the ground. I had never flown before, so I had to collect myself before continuing. Being however many miles in the air really puts into perspective how easily your life can hang in the balance. I huff, putting one of my headphones back in and taking in the bustle of the airport. There are people bustling and milling about, all eager to get to one place or another. Delicious-smelling food wafts into the air along with the sweet smell of a fresh cup of coffee.
I look at my phone and scroll through my playlists, Being as I'm in Seoul, let's pick some K-pop. I smile to myself as I try to take in the fact that I'm actually in Seoul, where so many of my favorite K-pop groups live and work. Not that I'm ever going to get to meet them anyway, but still the proximity gives me the giddies. I decided on a BTS song, Airplane pt 2, as it's not only one of my favorites, but I just literally got off an airplane.
Walking forward, humming to the song playing in my ears, I start to notice a huge crowd gathered around one of the entrances. I cock my head curiously, is there a celebrity getting off a plane? I wonder curiously as I step closer to the crowd.
As I get closer I can start to hear fans screaming and chanting over the music coming from my headphone. I listen closely and realize they are chanting "BTS! BTS! BTS!" As the realization sets in, the Army's screams get louder as the doors open, and like a wave, people begin crowding closer to the doors. I back up a little but get on my tippy toes to try to see if I can even get a glimpse of any one of the members, Maybe even my bias! I say to myself as my heart flutters. As I am craning my neck, I feel a presence behind me, but I think nothing of it, thinking it's just another onlooker like myself. I huff as I realize I'm not going to be able to see a thing. As I do a voice behind me makes me jump, " Why aren't you up there with the rest of the crowd?"
The voice is smooth like butter, and it gives me a bit of tingle, but I try to brush it off, not looking behind me I say, "I'm fine where I'm at, it's not like I'd be able to catch anyone of their eyes anyway. And besides, everyone deserves some sort of privacy or normalcy, even if only a hand full of people in Army understand that." I watch as more people crowd around, chewing my lower lip while I watch, hoping to get a least a peak.
The man chuckles behind me. "Well, that's refreshing to hear someone say that, but who is to say you wouldn't catch anyone's eye?" the voice behind me questions.
I scoff, "I don't know how much you know, Mister, but that over there is BTS. A worldwide famous K-pop group that has captured the hearts of Armys everywhere. They are a group of sweet, handsome, and caring men who love their fans with everything they have. They could have a pick at any one of those girls crowding around them. I am defiantly not any of their types. I'm not most men's type. " I tuck a piece of stray hair behind my ear, deflating at the stab in my heart. I've always known, but I try not to show it on my face. I am a short, plus-sized woman, Thick thighs, wide hips, a squishy belly, a round face, and rolls in places I wish there weren't. It has been a struggle for me for years. That's one of the reasons I came to Seoul, to try to love myself again.
I absent-mindedly twirl my hair, getting lost in my thoughts as the man behind me speaks again, "Who is to say what their actual type is, maybe one of them would see you and think you are perfect?"
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