A Million Miles To Love

Chapter 4

I didn't sleep much that first night in Seoul.

Maybe it was just the fact it was my first night in a foreign country. It may have been the fact that I had so many surprises within the past two days, from the plane ride to finding out J was actually this super-hot musician from a famous group in South Korea, and I was staying alone in the same apartment as him. Yeah...I think it was the latter.

I found out today that the group on the playlist that J sent me was actually the group he was a member of, and that deep voice I loved in the songs was HIS voice. Even more news that I just had a hard time understanding.

There was another voice on those songs that sounded vaguely familiar, but I just couldn't put my finger on it.

The sun came shining through the large windows early that morning, and since I knew I couldn't sleep anymore, I got up and got dressed for the day.

I had planned on dressing simple for the trip, and so today, I had picked out a cute little light pink cropped hoodie, some jeans that were baggy in the legs but fit well in the top, and some light pink tennis shoes that matched my top. I topped it all off with a white baseball cap with a teddy bear on it, and I had a matching mini backpack with the same bear on the front.

I kept my makeup simple, and my long brown hair fell down in loose waves and draped over my shoulders. I felt like I could hopefully fit in with the locals when I ventured out into the city.

I opened the door of my room and was hit with the most amazing smell. It smelled like omelets and fresh-squeezed orange juice and sausage. My nose immediately led me to the kitchen.

There, on the counter, was fresh fruit, rolled omelets, juice, little sausage links, and some sort of porridge. It smelled kind of fishy. I don't really like fish, but I figured I would give it a try instead of seeming rude. It actually wasn't too bad. I ate well, and helped to clean the dishes again before sitting down to map out my plan for the day.

"I really want to go to a few historical places if possible while here," I said, "what are the best places in this area?"

"Changgyeonggung Palace is a good place to start," said Jae-woo. "We can go there today, and then I'll take you to my favorite noodle shop in all of Seoul."

"Sounds like a plan," I said.

Jae-woo nodded and went toward his room to finish getting ready for the day.

Within a few minutes, Jae-woo came back out of his room. He was wearing a stylish brown and black button-up shirt, black pants, and black shoes. He had the same black hat and mask that he wore yesterday in his hands.

Jae-woo exclaimed, "I should play it safe today and wear these while we are out. We are going out through a back entrance, and the company is sending a car for us."

We were able to sneak out of the apartment building without any paparazzi noticing, and found the driver waiting in the car in the parking lot.

Jae-woo opened the back door of the car and motioned for me to get in first. "By the way, you can call me Jae if you would like. I'd really appreciate it," he said.

I shyly nodded in agreement, and he sat in the seat next to me and said something in Korean to the driver that I didn't understand. The driver nodded and then began to drive.

As we drove to our first stop on our itinerary for the day, I could'nt help but gawk in amazement at all of the beautiful buildings and stores we saw in the city. We didn't have anything like this where I'm from. All we really have back home is farms, car washes, and CBD shops on every block. Every town in Oklahoma with a population bigger than 5,000 also had the obligatory Sonic or Braums.