Not my luggage || Kim NamJoon

The airport

A/N: After weeks of not being here nor posting anything I bring you all a fic I wrote on an old Blackberry.
Something I wrote to express my love for our amazing leader.
Enjoy!

(Y/N) = Your name

(Y/L/N) = Your last name

(Y/F/L/N) = Your friends last name

"What do you mean this pink case is not yours? Lilin, you are the only one who would use a plain pastel pink case as an adult, how is that you lost it?"

"I'm telling you, this luggage ain't mine, I opened it and it had male's clothes. Besides, it's more easy to find another pink case than a black one."

"Ugh, touche"

You were currently in the lobby from a japanese airport, both your friend and you being victims of the confusion in the personal at the moment of giving you a suitcase without even asking for and ID or the paper to show it was your case. Apparently, this was a rush hour in the airport, how were you supposed to know it?

And now you had to spot a pastel pink case and a black case that looked just like yours.

Great.

Lilin and you had decided to stay a couple of days in Japan before going to Korea, were you were attending a BTS concert, among other places and events.

What a way to start your vacations.

"Wait, aren't cases supposed to have a tag with the owner's info?"

"Oh my gods Lilin you are a genius! Quick, search in and out of the case for a phone number!"

And so you did.

But before you could phone the number it had (with no name, how wonderful), your friend's cellphone started to ring, an unidentified number displaying in the screen.

"Perhaps is the case owner. Come on, answer."

"But in what language?"

"JUST USE ENGLISH!"

Your friend almost dropped her phone at your screaming but answered anyway.

"Uh, hello?"

"Hi, I'm calling to tell you my friend has your case. This is his number, but he wanted me to make the call." The voice was familiar to you, but the noise from the airport didn't let you make a lot of thought about it.

"Oh! Thank you! Is just someone gave me another pink case...wait, he? I think I have his then!"

"That's wonderful. Want to meet in the McDonalds from the east side?"

You were listening to the convo, since your friend had clicked the speaker button. Soon you were making sings to her to go meet in the coffee shop at the almost middle of the entire airport.

"Am, you know, that's kind of far from where I am, what about the coffee shop in the middle? That with the...I think it's a fox in the logo?"

"Perfect! See you there. We are wearing black speckles."

"I don't think spoting someone with a pink case is that difficult."

And then he hung up.

"Well, seems like you will be getting your suit case soon."

"You too (Y/N), just make the call."

"Naa, let's get yours first, then mine. I've hopes the owner won't leave the airport without his case."