Chapter 1

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A/N Please be kind. This is my FIRST EVER FanFiction. Also note, the behaviors of any of the members are purely based on my imagination.

EM POV

It's not every day that you can say you have met someone famous. But that is what happened to me. I had gone home for Christmas in the USA and had a layover in LA from Seattle to Seoul and literally ran into the person, or persons, I least expected. After years of traveling with the airlines on this similar route, I had earned enough miles to upgrade my flight to first class.

"Ma'am, here is your first-class ticket. After you go through security you can enjoy the luxuries of the first-class club. You will find it next to Gate 17 on the second floor. Just show the worker at the desk your ticket and enjoy your flight." The staff worker explained as they took my luggage and put it on the conveyer belt and handing me my passport and ticket.

"Thank you." It is always polite to be nice to everyone. I know what it is like to work in the service industry, especially during the holidays. This was a Korean airline, but it was soon going to be the Lunar New Year, so the flights were busy, as witnessed by the line of people behind me. I looked at my phone and saw that I still had several hours before my flight and slowly made my way to security.

My domestic flight from Seattle landed on time and it left me with a six-hour layover in LAX. I was carrying my overnight bag with a change of clothes, my tablet, chargers, a book, and my Korean Language study books. Even though I have lived in Korea for several years working as an English teacher, it was quite difficult to set time aside to study. At work, I am not allowed to speak Korean and when I get home, I make dinner and go to bed. On the weekend I explore Korea.

But this year, my sixth year in Korea, I decided that since I have decided to stay in Korea I needed to focus on learning Korean so I can try to get my permanent residency there. To do that, I needed to have a much higher level of Korean. My flight outfit is loose black slacks, khaki blazer and a white t-shirt. My shoes were the mule converse, easy to get on and off for security and easy to take off during the flight to enjoy the in-flight slippers. After traveling a lot over the years, I knew what clothes would make me feel comfortable.

After making it through security, I head to the bathroom to wash my face and apply some moisturizer before my flight. I look at myself in the mirror. I am not a skinny girl; my white skin isn't perfect either. I have freckles randomly around my body, two under my right eye, and shoulder length brown hair. I have hazel eyes that go between green and blue, depending on what color of clothes and glasses I wear. Today, I am wearing my glasses that start black on top and fade to clear on bottom, so my eyes are greener today. I have a nice sized chest for a westerner, I wear size 10 in the H&M, my go-to shop when I am in Korea.

Though I am no one's beauty standard's, I am content with my appearance. That happens when you get to your late 20s and early 30s. After applying my moisturizer and letting it dry for a minute, I put on my face mask, glasses and head towards the first-class club. I go up the escalator and show the staff member at the desk my ticket.

"Go on in. Would you like us to notify you when it is time for you to go to your gate?" The staff member asked after I requested one of the quiet areas that had day beds.

"That would be amazing, thank you so much, Steve." I said, reading his name tag. He smiled and nodded. I went to the secluded area and sat down in the corner. I saw the buffet as I entered and made sure to grab myself some food to eat. It was already 2:00pm LA time and I was starving. Because of a surgery to repair an ulcer in my stomach, I have to eat five times in a day.

As I went to the buffet, I heard several men speak loudly in Korean pass by me. Just because I can't speak Korean, does not mean I can't understand. Not meaning to eavesdrop, I grabbed a plate and looked at what kind of food I wanted as they group passed by.

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