Crossing Paths | Kim Taehyung

03

"Your dad called earlier," my mom said as she frantically packed her bag for work. She works as an interior designer and managed to clutch a good business deal here in Seoul. Which was also one of the reasons why we decided it was the right time to move back.

"What did he say?" I asked curiously as I ate my breakfast in the kitchen. As much as I love my dad, I definitely grown apart from him years ago after he started becoming an alcoholic. I no longer had that father daughter bond with him and I doubt things would ever go back to how it used to me. "Well, he asked if he could borrow money..." my mom sighed as she paused her packing to look at me. He didn't ask about how we're settling in Seoul? Damn. My mom's eyes were filled with... nothing. There was no emotion, no sign of pity or guilt. They separated a few years ago and was basically still living with each other for the sake of me. I guess moving to Seoul wasn't such a bad idea after all.

What a great way to start my morning I guess. Today is my first day of University and I don't know what to expect. Should I fake a whole new personality? No one here knows the past or the present me. I could really just change my whole identity and start anew here.

I took a nice long shower and took my time to get ready for my first day. I wanted to make a good first impression, it's essential to network amongst your peers in University and to get your professors to notice you. Fuck, it's winter. I can't wear any of my cute, summer clothes. Instead, I had to bundle myself up in layers of thick clothes to keep me warm and now, I look so oversized and baggy. I wore a navy blue oversized jacket with black oversized cargo pants, paired with a pair of sneakers.

I took the train down to Yonsei University, it was kinda hard getting here acknowledging the fact that there was no train network in Thailand. It was confusing to change lines and to get off at the right station. Yonsei University is huge...

I made my way to my lecture room for my first module of the semester, "The Art of Storytelling".

After a 3 hour long lecture, "We would be working in pairs for the first project." My professor said as he packed his things for the next class. We have to work in pairs already? I guess that's University. I looked around and saw many classmates talking to each other and finding a pair, I literally know no one here.

"Hey, wanna work together? I'm Oh Yoona."