Falling For You

part 1;

Yejin's P.O.V.

Italics = Korean

"Are you serious?!" I yelled, feeling myself getting annoyed as my dad told me the news. Minutes ago, my dad had surprised me with news that 2 exchange students were coming from South Korea. 

My dad smiled sheepishly,"Sorry kiddo, I already promised my friend back in Busan that I'd take care of them."

Sighing I asked, my brain still not able to process what was going on,"When are they coming?" 

Looking at me, he said as he glanced down at his watch,"Hmmm maybe in 4 more hours, and we're leaving in 30 minutes to go pick them up at the airport."

"WHAT!" I yelled, throwing my hands up in the air. Two boys from another country are coming to stay at my house and go to school with me and I didn't even know about it till now and they're going to be here in 4 hours?!?!

"DAD!!!" I groaned as I ran to my room, cleaning everything in sight as I rushed to get ready. Running to the bathroom, I quickly took a shower, washing my hair and drying it twice as fast as I usually do. Putting on some basic makeup, I ran over to my closet in my towel flipping through my clothes, as if I literally had nothing to wear.

Finally slipping on some comfortable jeans and a jacket, I rushed back to the living room, panting," I'm ready."

Looking up from his phone, he smiled and said," Alright then let's go."

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During the entire car ride to the airport, I bombarded my dad with questions about them, just to be answered with a bunch of "I don't knows" or "Just ask them".

Glaring at him, I exclaimed," So we're literally inviting two random boys to our house?!" 

My dad shook his head and chuckled,"Okay okay. All I know is that they're names are Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook and that they're both students of a music and arts high school and they're both from Busan with very limited knowledge of english-"

Jeon Jungkook & Park Jimin. I started to smile when a thought popped in my head."Wait does that mean I'll be speaking in korean with them!?" I asked questioningly.

He nodded his head and said,"That shouldn't be a problem right? I mean you're good with Korean, Yejin-ah."

"Yea..I guess." I sighed. As you probably guessed by my name, Kim Yejin, I'm Korean. But my mom was American so I guess that makes me half. But both my parents knew Korean, making it the language I grew up with in the house.

7 years ago when I was 8, my mom passed away in a car accident, leaving just me and my dad together. Still, there isn't a day that goes by where I don't miss her.

Shaking myself from my thoughts, I turned back to my dad and asked,"What else do you know? How old are they?" 

Thinking, he replied,"Hmmmm, well all I know is that both of them aren't the same age, I'm not sure how old they are though."

"They're not gonna be like middle-schoolers right because I swear I will send their little butts right back to Busan." I threatened. Dealing with hormonal, rebellious boys in their beginning teen years did not sound okay at all. 

Laughing out loud, he said,"Don't worry, you'll be fine." Looking me in the eye, his face softened as he said warmly,"I know you'll take good care of them, just like your mother would've."

Shaking my head, I whined,"You always have to use the mom card on me don't you." 

Pulling up to the airport parking lot, he laughed softly at me and said,"Well let's go kid, we're here."