✓ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ | Yang Jungwon

Chapter 1

Chapter 1
~Busan~

"Next flight heading to Busan takes off in 5 minutes at Gate 7, I repeat-"

I hear the speaker say as I rush through the airport. I can already feel the beads of sweat running down my forehead. Great, I'll probably start to stink once I enter the plane.

I mentally curse myself for always being so chaotic. Why, just why is my time management so bad?? I thought being at the airport 30 minutes before the flight took off would be sufficient time??

That's it, I'm busted, I think as I run, following the sign that says "Gate 7", dodging a few people here and there.
I only have 5 minutes and I got at least 200 meters ahead of me.

I pause. My legs refuse to continue to run. I bend down and place my hands on my knees, desperately gasping for air.
No. NO. You got this, just run, I desperately try to etch into my mindset. If my body doesn't listen, my brain surely will.

You must know...I'm in bad shape. The only sport I know is a chips-eating marathon. Once, I even finished a whole package in 10 minutes. Impressive, isn't it? I bet my jaw muscles are in better shape than my legs...

I continue running. 3 minutes left.
"Excuse me" I call out to the crowd in front of me and they move aside for me.
Well, some at least. Most don't even hear me. I excuse myself a couple of more times, gently pushing myself through the large crowd of people.

"Fuck" I hear someone behind me grunt in distress, probably also pushing himself through the sea of people.

I sigh in relief as I make it out of the whirling swarm of people.

When suddenly, I felt something hard bumping my shoulder, knocking out all the minuscule air that was left in my lungs.
I fall to the ground with a thud, because first of all, he caught me off guard, and second of all, his shoulders are damn broad. Like really broad...
"HEYYY" I shout, still lying on the floor.

Did he even hear me? Heck did he even realize that he'd bumped into me??!
I shout after him again and when he hesitates, even if it is just for a split second, I know that he heard me. He just doesn't care enough to turn around.
I scoff. Men.
I watch as he disappears, the big crowd ahead engulfing him.

I squint my eyes to memorize what he looks like. His outfit is modest and judging by the brown, fancy cloak he is wearing, and equally professional-looking navy blue luggage, I assume he is probably some stuck-up, bratty, conceited and arrogant jerk. Hah, just like most of the rich men I've come across. Because why try to be genuine and humble when you're rich? And why even care when some shabby girl that sits in economy might miss her flight? The girl I was talking about was me, by the way.

Before I can stand up, a guy, Asian- probably Korean if I'm not mistaken- turns around and offers me his hand. I gladly take it. He seemed in a hurry too but because he noticed me, he'd sacrificed himself. How kind. Unlike that jerk.
"Thanks" I sigh, before quickly bowing and continuing my way. I hope he catches his flight, just like me.

I have 2 minutes left.
I hear the guy following me, assuming that he's taking the same flight as me.
As we reach the Gate, I desperately stretch my hand out "Please!!! WAIT"

But it's too late...
The staff already is about to close the doors and the plane is about to take off.
I turn around to face the guy and give him my most apologetic look.
"I'm sorry..you missed your flight because of me"