I Want A Lazy Life In The Beast World (Beauty And The Beasts Fanfic)

Chapter 1

"Hm, just look at that," I mumble in a whisper, casting my gaze at the enormous building of the international airport.

I have lived here for around twenty-two years—yet I never try to go abroad.

I used to visit the domestic section frequently because I always get around to join any convention or trips from our association.

The international section is newly constructed, sparking my curiosity about how it feels to ascend there whenever we cross the highway.

Now, I finally have the opportunity to experience it by walking through these transparent doors.

Hence, the fact that I hear my friends and relatives gossip about how wonderful the experience is and how it feels like you've gone abroad, as if they are encouraging or persuading me to 'go on, travel out there, and have fun.' 

There's a contagious enthusiasm in their words that fills me with excitement about traveling abroad. Deep inside, 'you perpetually wish you never want to miss the opportunity to try this out.'

Unfortunately, I don't have the time because I have been staying at home, studying, or dealing with other things. (Well, y' know what other things.) which is why I often miss out on the good things. My lips turn into a messy grin as I muse to myself 'whatever' as I carry on walking.

Since I am already here to kick some asses, 'To turn that full day into a bright day.' No more fears, no more worries. I have to face everything ahead. It could be more beyond like new things, new faces, and new changes. Yeah yeah, think positive.

The airport terminal hums with a lively atmosphere, a bustling crossing of travelers darting to their designated gates.

I also bring a suitcase and a backpack, letting them scan for inspection on the machine.

Once done, I start my walk and pull my suitcase and backpack, heading to another station.

Overhead announcements echo through the expansive hall, blending seamlessly with the rhythmic cadence of luggage wheels gliding over the gleaming, polished floors.

Woah, so big. Like a palace. Is it bad that I want to sleep on those magnificent floors? Blah, just kidding.

When I reach the area for checking in, a sight behold in front of me. It is crowded; well, people are just everywhere. Ugh, I hate crowds! It's suffocating.

I'm not the type of person who gets dizzy at the sight of a bunch of people. But yeah, you get annoyed sometimes, mostly, introverts feel like this.

You get used to not getting along with anyone except your thoughts, and your crazy ways. But hesitate only when you feel it's not right.

Well, as you know, you grow fast and change your perspectives in life.

There's another thing, you know, as a Filipino. Well, mostly among girls. It's inevitable that our eyes are often captivated by foreigners.

You know, towering individuals with a radiant complexion and a charming smile adorned with dimples. Dimples? Really?

Some might question the allure, but many of us lean more towards a charming, down-to-earth grin. They are like the center of the crowds, their stature towering over shorter individuals.

We usually look up to catch a sight of something interesting. Foreigners, duh.

I mean, being tall and handsome might not have been the only criteria for catching attention, but it is hard not to glance at them with curiosity and perhaps a touch of envy.

Even Filipino men find themselves intrigued; that includes gay men who are awed by their good looks.

Okay, why are we here again?

Okay, Shoo! Ingay ni, Brain. Stop indulging in useless thoughts.

After checking, I hand out my suitcase while walking out from the line.

I sigh uncomfortably as I hold my backpack, saying 'Excuse me' almost thousands of times now.

There are many people, and my bag feels like it is being squeezed, passing through everyone.

I almost fall back out of balance, but then I hear a man's voice as he pushes my backpack to the front.

"Woah, there! Be careful!"

"T-Thank you!"

I hide my leaping heart, curse my shortness and clumsiness, and don't dare to turn my head around to look at the elder due to my embarrassment.

As I exit the checking area, I can finally breathe some indoor air-conditioned oxygen.

Not fresh air, since there are no trees. Wouldn't it be fresh when you're outside the port?

Of course, it isn't. Too hot from the sunlight.

"Mmh...this one smells good."

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee from nearby cafes wafts through the air, mixing with the excitement and nervousness of departing passengers.

I find myself amidst the hustle and bustle, taking in the sights and sounds as I wait for my boarding call.

"Hm, let's buy some munchkins."