Fused harmony

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January 23rd 2023

The flight was long and cramped. (Y/n) was never small and now he realised that, at a whopping 6'3 he was struggling to sit in a comfortable position on the tiny airplane seats, his legs folded awkwardly to fit.
As generous as his mums company was. They were NOT paying for business or first class.
But (Y/n) didn't care, he listened to music the whole flight, taking the window seat so he could look out over the many city scapes and seas they flew over, taking pictures of every single one. Thinking of how he'd spend his time before his results came in for his A-Levels. He realised he had time for hobbies and of course. Work.

Maybe now he could continue making music. But before he could continue with the thought, he opted to nap for the remainder of the flight after all. Jet-lag hurts like a bitch. So making sure his music was low volume, his neck engulfed by the flight pillow he bought from the airport lounge, and his legs were at least somewhat comfortable, (Y/n) nuzzled down and fell asleep for the remaining 7 hours of the flight well, 3 of them at least. The remaining 4 were spent playing the shitty offline games he downloaded in preparation for the flight, "stick city rpg" as well as some of the goats of mobile gaming like jetpack joyride and bloons td. And before he could say "someone get me off this fucking drainpipe with wings" they were offloading into the terminal at Incheon International Airport.

(Y/n) and his mum walked to the baggage claiming area where they waited 30 fucking minutes watching one bag go round and round before theirs came out for collection, after which they were seen walking through customs with their visa's and passports ready.

After all the important things were completed and their passports were stamped, they walked to the exit where they were greeted by a company rep with an admittedly unusually well-made sign reading "(y/ln) Family" truth be told. (Y/n) had no idea what his mum actually did for work he never asked and she never spoke about work at home, a choice she made to separate work and home lives which (Y/n) didn't mind as she was happy and they lived fairly comfortably on the singular income, his mum refusing to let him work and study so he could get good grades.

"Hello Miss (y/ln), and you must be (Y/n) it's a pleasure to finally meet you." The company rep was polite and well-spoken, his accent wasn't perfect and (Y/n) could tell from his tone of voice that he wasn't very confident in his english ability. But that wasn't important and quite frankly, none of his business, but old habits die hard.

"Mr Kim, the pleasure is all ours. I can't wait to be working with you all finally" (Y/n)'s mum replied politely as the pair climbed into the back of the black Mercedes. What kind of job did his mum have where they picked people up in a Mercedes... Not that it mattered. After all he knew it was at least legal or getting the work visa to be here wouldn't have been possible and she seemed happy, so he couldn't complain.

(Y/n) played his music louder whilst his mum and Mr Kim, as he was labelled, talked about matters related to the company that didn't concern nor interest the 18 year old. Taking in the city scape as they drove through Seoul. The drive lasted for a while and due to the long flight and the need to skip every other song, the playlist (Y/n) was listening to ran out of songs to play. So he just let spotify choose for him and holy shit was it bad, sad rappers all singing over the same beat about the same shit. He wasn't against people using music to express their struggles, but it didn't mean he enjoyed listening to it over and over. But before he could search for some better music, the car stopped outside a large building in central Seoul with the letters "HYBE" standing out the most on the wall outside. Huh.

"Mum whats a HYBE" (Y/n) said rather dumbfounded.
"And why is the building so big" he said this with a tinge of wonder in his voice