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"Ma'am? We've reached."
"SPEECHLESS, WORDLESS, I DON'T NEED YOUR KINDNESS—"
My headphones blasted the lyrics, and I completely ignored whatever the driver was saying.
"Ma'am?"
I saw his lips moving but couldn't hear a thing. Realizing I was being rude, I quickly yanked the earbud out of my ear.
"Oh, thank you!" I said a bit too loudly, handing him the money as I rushed to grab my things. I hopped out of the cab, finally stepping into the airport to catch my flight to Korea.
30 Minutes Later
"Good morning, passengers. Welcome to Korean Air. We'll land in Korea in three hours."
Time skip because wAe KiRaJiMoLaAaA.
"Thank you for flying with us. The time in Korea currently is 5 in the afternoon."
I looked out the plane window, my heart racing. I'm here, in Korea. That thought hit me with a weird mix of excitement and nostalgia. Funny how you only realize the true value of your hometown when you're far away from it.
The cab driver was waiting for me at the airport, and her shirt said "JYP ENTERTAINMENT" in bold letters. Clearly, I wasn't getting any surprises here.
"Han Juyeon?"
She was tall—probably in her late twenties—and easily one of the prettiest women I'd seen. I swear, everyone here could be a model. She had long, silky hair, legs that seemed to go on forever.
"Are you a trainee?" she asked.
Thank God I remembered my Korean.
"Yes, that's me, Han Juyeon."
Her eyes widened, probably not expecting me to respond in Korean. Many trainees who grew up overseas didn't even know the language, so I didn't blame her.
"Wow, a trainee. Come in, boss is waiting for you."
I slid into the back of the car, feeling my nerves buzz with every mile. She kept the conversation going, which helped make the ride less awkward.
"So, you're the trainee who got the scholarship?"
"Yeah, that's me," I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
"Really pretty, too. What shampoo do you use?" she asked out of nowhere, making me laugh.
The conversation shifted, and I felt my anxiety ease a little as the JYP building came into view. It was just as grand in person as it had been in photos.
When we finally arrived, the driver motioned for me to get out.
"Come on, JYP is waiting," she said, leading me inside.
I couldn't believe it. I was finally here. My heart pounded as I walked through the door, following the woman to an office. My dream was about to begin.
"Here's JYP's office. Knock and go in when you're ready," she added, speaking to me in perfect English, apparently JYP staff are multilingual.
I nodded, trying not to let my excitement show too much. I was about to meet the genius who created Stray Kids—the group I'd looked up to for years. I knocked softly, taking a deep breath.
"Come in."
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