“Seung Hyun, I’m sorry for not telling you much earlier…” TOP’s maid said as she places the glass of water on the table right next to the three ringing mobile phones.
“Hmmm?”
“My daughter will be giving birth this month and I think I need to end here my service and focus myself to my coming grandchild.”
“Wow, that’s a good news! I hope that he or she will grow up healthy as you!”
“T--- Th—Thank you.”
“Don’t worry. Seung Hyun would be busy these days. He won’t be coming home more often.” TOP’s manager interrupted while answering some text messages.
“Yes, He’s right. I can take care of myself. So, don’t worry.”
“Thank you so much. I don’t really want to leave you but my daughter really needs me this time.”
“No, Thank you. I thank you for all your service. Anyways, One last favour…”
“Yes?”
“Please give me the name of the hospital to which you daughter will be having her delivery. So that, I could send her and her baby my gifts.”
“That’s way too much, Seung Hyun…”
“No, It’s fine…”
“Ma’am… I think you must name your grandchild after him.” TOP’s manager joked.
“Ahh --- A--- Ye--- Yes… I will let my daughter know about it…”
The four long hours of staying inside the plane with Seung Joon is the most awkward and the most uncomfortable moment of my life. I really don’t know, whether he was asleep in the whole flight or was secretly starring the undeniable beauties of the flight attendants under his darkly tinted huge shades which make him look like those top Korean celebrities. Not to mention, the eyes of some of the women passengers sparkle as Seung Joon entered the plane a while ago. Of Couse, I didn’t go in together with him and I sat next to him like we’re total strangers. If could only have the opportunity to exchange seats with one of these passengers, I could have done that so.
“Dear passengers, our plane is about to land in Incheon International Airport. Please, adjust an hour on your watches. It’s now 6:10pm, Korea time. Thank you and we’ll see you again next time.” A female voice announced.
“And what do you think you’re doing?” I irritably asked Seung Joon as his long arm blocks my sight.
“Duh, Stretching… This flight is way too long and boring compared to the last time.”
He stands up and opens the upper compartment to get his bag. Again, these women take their time to observe everything that he does.
“Aren’t you going out? We’re here.” Seung Joon asked.
“Just take the lead.” I answered.
The group of Filipino girls not too far from our place giggle when they heard Seung Joon talking in Filipino. I think they just got amazed of hearing this celebrity-looking Korean uttering these words. For sure, Seung Joon didn’t notice them because he’s busy bringing out his bag and arguing with me.
“How will I get out, If you’re blocking my way?”
He’s right, how can he take the lead if I’m blocking his way. I stand up and go with the flow of the passengers going out with Seung Joon following my lead. It’s the autumn season here in Korea, the air is way too cold and fresh compared in Manila during December. Seung Joon really knows his country, the way he dresses is very much suitable in the climate here. Since, I am certified “all-K” lover, Of Course, I also know what to wear. A couple of days ago, my mom left her work to accompany in this second hand items store, these types of store are really abundant in the Philippines. In there, we shopped for all this K-pop looking clothes and shoes imported mostly from Korea and other parts of the world. Despite these, I really can’t deny that I’m a warm-blooded Filipino who is not used in this kind of chilly weather but I believe in the shortest possible time, I can adapt.
“You’ve researched a lot, huh?” Seung Joon asked as we are walking together in the airport while looking for those people holding sign boards with our names on.
“Researched?” I curiously asked.
“Oh, I completely forgot. I think you know more about my culture more than me by your accent a while ago, the locals might applause you for that.”
As he’s telling me this, A handful of paparazzi and reporters pass by. I can’t understand what they’re saying all that I can understand so far is the name Ji Young.
BINABASA MO ANG
Love Dust
Fanfiction“I’m TOP, who the whole world knows as a rapper, a ‘bad boy’ and an idol. But now, I'm here in front of you. I'm here to tell you that I'm simply Choi Seung Hyun, not an international artist,not your boss but just a man that is deeply in love and as...
