[Third Person POV]
Minyoung and Jaemin hadn't spoken a word or glanced at each other since the day of that out of proportion fight. They didn't even ask about each other to their friends. But Minyoung's parents were eager to know what was happening between the two. But no matter how much Minyoung told them that he doesn't talk or that they've 'lost connection,' her parents wouldn't believe it.
Though it wasn't about Jaemin today. Minyoung got into a music program and would be studying in Seoul for the whole school year. She would be studying her regular subjects, but she would mostly be pursuing music in the school that was holding this program.
"Have you packed everything?" "Yes Mom." "Did you pack your chargers?" "Yes." "Did you pack all your warm clothes-" "Yes, Mom! Stop worrying about me. If I need anything from home, I'll call you and Dad." Minyoung smiled. Her mother wasn't used to the feeling of knowing one of her daughters would be in a different city for multiple months without her parents around.
"I got all the suitcases in the car. Are we ready?" Minyoung's dad said. "Yeah..." A light buzz was felt on Minyoung's hand. She opened her phone to see who was messaging her. "It's Haeun... She's telling me to ask Mom how to make her japchae." Minyoung sighed and shook her head, not expecting her friend to message her that. "I'll just say you will." "Attagirl."
"Okay can we go now? We're gonna be late. And your teacher said that we had to be at the airport by three AM, no later. Come on." Minyoung's dad said, walking to the car and getting in the driver's seat, he turned the car on and waited for the two girls who sat in the car a few seconds later.
"Why didn't Iseul come?" Minyoung asked, she wondered why her sister didn't bother to wake up so early in the morning, get in the car, and say her goodbyes. "Oh, your sister has a big test in the morning. She's been cramming her ass off just to get any scholarship." Her mother said, sitting in the front seat, that way she didn't have to witness Minyoung rolling her eyes and shaking her head.
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"Say, where's Young? She told me that she would be here ten minutes ago." "You know her. She probably went to a nearby McDonald's and then went to a convenience store to get some snacks for the plane ride over." Haeun shrugged as she continued to talk to Minhee – her new friend that she only recently started talking to when they found out they applied to the music program.
"I'm here!" Minyoung ran to Haeun, she held her shoulder for support and tried catching her breath. "Where... Where's the rest?" Minyoung asked as she gulped the saliva that felt like it was going to slip out of her mouth if she talked.
"The boys are just walking around the airport before the teacher gets here." Haeun said. "The teacher hasn't come? Dang, I'm really early aren't I?" All the girls nodded, Minyoung scoffed at their honesty.
"How did your parents deal with you 'temporarily' leaving? I know your mum probably had a breakdown as she dropped you off." Haeun asked. "She was literally the reason why I thought I was late." Minyoung shook her head and chuckled along with the girls that were also a part of the trip.
"Hi girls. How's everyone?" The teacher, who had just arrived, asked them. "Tired." "Sleepy." Those were the two most used words among them all. "Same, but, it's not everyday you get chosen to go to a music program in Seoul!" The teacher said, "But Miss Kim, did we really have to book the tickets this late in the night? Like, we need proper rest." Minhee complained as she felt her eyes closing. "Or we could've taken a train." Another girl, Jangmi, said as she shrugged.
"So you all are complaining about not getting any sleep when you should be grateful that you got picked for this program." Miss Kim said through her teeth, already the girls were touching her nerves lightly.
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my love. - Na Jaemin
FanficYoung love is only beautiful when your heart beats at the same time as them. You listen to their heart as if it is music - a song that never gets old. Book 2 of the Young Love Series