L'AMOUR DE MA VIE

Ep 1: Homecoming

Winter's P.O.V

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Please go back to your seats we will be landing shortly..."

As the gentle voice of the announcer roused me from my slumber, I blinked away the remnants of sleep, feeling the warmth of the morning sunlight streaming in through the small window beside me. The light, filtered through the wisps of clouds outside, painted the cabin in a soft, ethereal glow, casting everything in a tranquil hue.

Slowly, my gaze drifted downwards, drawn to the mesmerizing sight below. The clouds, fluffy and pristine like freshly fallen snow, seemed to stretch endlessly, enveloping the world in a serene embrace. It was as if I had been transported to a dreamland, where time stood still and worries faded into the vast expanse of the sky.

But then, as if in response to my silent reverie, the scenery began to shift. The pure white of the clouds gave way to patches of vibrant greenery and clusters of buildings, signaling our descent towards the familiar landscape of the Philippines.

With a soft exhale, I felt a sense of anticipation and familiarity wash over me. The sights below were a vivid tapestry of homecoming, each familiar landmark weaving a tale of memories and belonging. It was a welcome sight, a reminder of the vibrant culture and warmth that awaited me on the ground.

As the plane glided closer to the earth, the announcement echoed once more, a gentle reminder of the journey's end. With a contented smile, I stretched my arms lightly, feeling a sense of excitement bubbling within me.

"Welcome back, Winter," I whispered to myself, the words carrying a sense of reassurance and belonging. 

"We're home."

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Ryujin's P.O.V

The dull hum of the engine was the only constant in our stifling cocoon of frustration as we sat ensnared in the relentless grip of traffic. Yujin's repeated complaints filled the confined space of the car, each uttered sigh a testament to her growing impatience. "God, this traffic is killing me," she groaned, the frustration evident in her voice.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her incessant whining, my patience wearing thin with each passing minute. "If you keep complaining every fucking minute, we would've been there already," I retorted, my tone edged with irritation as I shot him a pointed glance.

Yujin's response was swift, a playful jab at my expense. "Plus, it's your fault you took so long with your makeup,"I quipped, a mischievous smirk playing at my lips.

"I need to be prepared," Yujin scoffed in defense, his words dripping with mock seriousness.

"Prepared for what? It's not like you pull any women anyways," Chaewon whispered, her voice laced with amusement as she joined in on the teasing.

Yujin's hand shot out instinctively, the sound of his playful smack resonating softly in the confined space of the car as it made contact with Chaewon's arm. Caught in the middle of their impromptu squabble, I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, a bemused smile playing at the corners of my lips.