Our Love Story | Kim Seokjin

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Chapter 6: meeting again

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And here I am, inhaling the cool air of New York-standing on the ground of Brooklyn, with the feeling of excitement and enthusiasm. It's the second 24th this year, its February and the spits of winter still exist.

It took me minutes to wait for the cabs, as soon as it stops in front of me; quickly I pull my luggage near. The driver saw me struggling with my bags so he got out and help me, he carried my luggage and he put it inside the boot. "Had a good flight miss?" he asked-he's not as old as you might think, in fact he's quite young for a driver, and he is also good looking if I may say the truth.

"Oh well yes, just a little tired after the jet lags," which he only replies with chuckling. He's polite and his smiles shines brighter than my phone screen (what am I even saying.) and then we got inside as he asked where to go.

I told him where, and with polite he nodded his head, "You may have a rest miss, would you like to listen to some songs?" he offered.

"That would be great, thank you." He switched on the radio as a soft song played making the atmosphere more comfortable. Throughout the ride was quite relaxing, he didn't ask anything and his music taste was calming too; it made my eyes heavy so I slept for a little while.

Once we arrived the driver woke me up, slightly he shook my shoulder, "Wake up miss, we're here," he said when he sees me opening my eyes.

"Thank you," I tried saying with a raspy voice, then I paid him and he accepts it politely with again a nod, but before he drive back, he helped me with my luggage and bags. He even offered a help to carry it upstairs to my room, but I refused-because sometimes nice people are hidden.

You never know what he might do when we get upstairs right? He might have killed me with his pocket knife.

My eyes roamed around, and oh everything is still the same, clearly I miss all these; the building, the neighbours that waves at me every time I walk here, the flower shop besides my flat and flowers all of the place, I just miss it-literally everything.

But I notice one thing that's not the same, but I also miss it, "What are you doing here?" I asked immediately as I lay my eyes on his figure. I can't hold my smile when he lifts his head just to look at me.

"Wendy!" he called my name as he steps forward and spread his arms to give a warm welcome hug. "I miss you," he whispered closely in my ears that brought me shivers through my spines.

I giggled before he pulled away, but when our eyes interlocks, the both of us laugh as if there's nobody around us. So we hugged each other again, and damn it feels alright.

"You cut your hair," he said playing with my short hair.

Immediately I push him gently as I brush my hair roughly, "Why? Do I look ugly?" he looked at me with a weird face that makes me want to punch him right on the nose.

He laughed a little, "You look beautiful as always," he said ruffling my hair. "You look cute with short hair, I love it."

I showed him a proud smile, "Thanks. You don't look bad yourself-"

"Are you kidding, I'm always handsome and you know-"

"Get a life SeokJin," I get inside the flat, leaving him outside laughing like a mad man. But seconds later he ran to the stairs with my luggage in his hands, he was fast, I couldn't catch up.

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Jin helped me unpack, because he said it's faster and he wants to do something else with me. After we finished, he just laid his body on my bed. "So what is it we're going to do today?"