3.arrival

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she sighed as she took a deep breath in. another one. and then another one.

she couldnt process the fact that she was in japan after all these years because of her grandfathers failing health.

just the mere thought made her want to throw up her -rather disgusting- aeroplane food.

"what already has been done has been done. we can't change that" the heartbroken Jin girl thought as she regained her composure. she was right. they just had to persevere.

***

it was deep into the night,however, yoona had never been more awake.

after her eyes quickly adjusted to the dark atmosphere in the room, she could make out all the suitcases and bags lying around,as well as the faint sounds of snores coming from the room her parents and sister was sleeping in.

she couldn't comprehend how they all could just sleep so soundly.

and she couldn't comprehend why she was so upset coming back to this place.

as she took in another breath of fresh air, memories flooded in like a tidal wave.

despite giving her best efforts,she couldn't pinpoint why she felt so burdened by coming back to here.

energy was oozing out of her as she sat on the sofa,her leg bouncing and thumbs fiddling with one another.

she couldn't stay here any longer. she couldn't take her harsh reality.

so,she only did what was most reasonable..

***

the freezing wind whipped her face while her tangled,unbrushed jet black hair flew everywhere.

all she could afford to do was run away.

what could she even do other than that..?

her heartbeat quickened as she started running through the streets of the deserted,ghost town. or what seemed like it.

drip.

"just my FUCKING luck."she cursed to herself.

merciless bullets pelted down,piercing to her skin through her skin, the bright moonlight shining over her pale,puffed up complexion.

what type of wattpad y/n moments is she going through right now..?

as if anything couldnt get more embarrassing -the pathetic fallacy just proving it- she heard footsteps. clear,deafening footsteps.

she panted like a dog.

as she slowly craned her neck around to the loud steps, a voice-gentle,calm,and deep- spoke.

"excuse me..?"

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