W A L K O N C L O U D S ❤️ A Yoon Jeonghan Fanfic

Chapter One: Welcome to South Korea

Just know that bold is in English and normal is Korean. 
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I groan as my best friend, Ella, drags me out of the plane. We have finally arrived in South Korea and jet lag was not being nice. How did I get here? Let's rewind.

~~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~~

I was in an abyss of black, listening to the sounds of the past.

" So, is she going to survive?"

"It isn't as bad as if she can't go home. She can live a normal life, just keep an eye on her. Until she is about ten, she will need to come to the hospital daily to receive medication"

"How long does she have?"

"We're not sure. Cancer can be unpredictable"

My eyes open slowly as I am awoken by my ringtone. I pick up the phone and answer the call, not even bothering to see who it is.

"What up, yo?" I greet tiredly, my slight accent in my voice.

"GEUSS WHAT!?" a voice yelled back at me. I immediately know who it is. I look at the clock. It was one in the afternoon.

"You woke me up pretty early, so this has to be something good"

"We're going to South Korea!" I immediately shoot up and my eyes dilate.

"What!?"

"Ya. My mom got me two tickets to South Korea and the SEVENTEEN concert. I chose you to go with me!"

"Is that one of your Asian singing groups?"

"It's K-pop! It's Korean, you should know that!"

"That's racist. Why choose me?"

"Pfft! Your my BFF duh! Why must you doubt me?"

"..."

"..."

"... It's because I'm Korean, isn't it?"

"Ya"

"Whatever. When's the flight?"

"Tonight"

"K. DON'T loose the tickets. I'm gonna go pack". I hung up the phone and went to the bathroom. I washed up and went downstairs to eat breakfast. "Yo, mo-"

"Yes you can go with Ella to Korea" she cut me off.

"K. Thanks". My mom and I were pretty close. And I have a feeling Ella called her at three in the morning. I grabbed some orange juice and made my way back upstairs. In a dark galaxy backpack, I packed miscellaneous. Stuff to do on the plane like my laptop, my sketchbook, kindle, books, written utensils, and an extra set if earbuds. In my black suitcase I packed my clothes, three extra pairs of shoes (sneakers, flip flops, black knee-high sneakers, and combat boots), my bathing suit, my hairbrush, toothbrush and paste, and essential girl stuff. By the time I was done, it was about five in the afternoon. It was time to go to the airport. I changed into a grey hoodie-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. I hung my black headphones around my neck and put the wire in my pocket. I put my long, slightly wavy brown hair into a ponytail.

"Taehyung!" Called my mom. "Ella's here!" Ella burst into my room. She has short, dirty blonde hair. She wore a blue polka-dotted tank top and a pair of shorts. 

"You need help?" She asks.

"Ya" I respond, slipping on my black slip-ons. "Hold the other end of the suitcase". We slowly carry the suitcase into the trunk of her mom's minivan. We enter the back seat.