I stepped off of the plane with a big smile. Finally, I was in Korea to visit my family.
I called a taxi, using a translator to speak to the man, who was surprisingly understanding. He drove me up to my hotel, kindly helping me take my bags in. When he finished, I paid him a bit extra for his kindness. Thank God I went to the money exchange before getting to Korea.
With all of stuff in a hotel room and the adress saved into my phone, I decided to take a walk. It was my first time being in Korea since I was a child. I never got the chance to learn Korean before my parents took me to America.
Now, my parents had passed and I needed family to stay with. I had given myself weeks to grieve over them before I decided to do what I thought was best; Stay with the family I had never gotten the chance to know.
They knew English well enough for me to give them a call about everything. My grandmother said she was far more than willing to let me live with her and teach me Korean.
I was too into my thoughts to realize the person walking towards me. All of a sudden, I bumped into them, both of us hitting the ground.
"I am so sorry!" I apolagized in English. "I wasn't looking, I didn't mean to, but it was mt fault! I'm so sorry!"
The man I had run into smiled, standing up and offering me a hand. I took it, and he helped me up, saying something I didn't understand.
"So sorry, what?" I asked, confused. He tilted his head.
"Are you a foreigner?" His English seemed limited, but it was really cute.
I nodded, looking at my feet. "Yes."
He chuckled. "Do you need help finding something?" he asked, seeming to think over every word in his mind.
I chewed the inside of my cheek. "Do you know where the (L/N) residence is?" I spoke slowly, letting it sink in and emphasising my grandmother's last name.
The man's eyebrows shot up. "You know them?" he wondered incredulously.
"I'm their granddaughter," I responded. The man smiled.
"They live just down the street from me." At that, he took my hand and started leading me.
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The walk wasn't too long, and the man, whose name I learned was Jimin, was very kind. He pointed out restraunts he liked and helped me figure out the Korean names of them.
We were at the house within minutes, me waiting at the door. Jimin stayed on the sidewalk, just in case he had lead me wrong.
I rang the doorbell, suddenly nervous. What if they hated me? What if they blamed me for my parents leaving? What would I do?
I stopped when a kind-looking old lady opened the door.
"Is this my (Y/N)?" she asked with a wide smile.
I nodded, returning her expression. Suddenly, she hugged me, kissing my cheek.
"Oh, sweetie, you couldn't get here soon enough! I've waited too long to see my precious granddaughter!" She pulled back, grinning. "Come in, we have a lot to talk about!"
"Can I go thank Jimin?" I asked her. "He helped me get here." She chuckled.
"That boy is too kind for his own good. Go on, I've waited twenty-two years, I can wait a few minutes more."
I giggled, turning around and walking back over to Jimin.
"Thank you, very much," I told him. He nodded.
"You're welcome." He pulled his phone from his pocket. "Maybe you could call me when you start learning Korean?"
I smield, taking the offer and putting my number into his phone.
"Thank you," I said one more time, kissing his cheek. "You're very sweet."
I walked back up to the house, seeing my grinning grandmother. "You've got thay boy wrapped around your finger already," she laughed. I turned around subtly.
As Jimin walked away, towards his house, he had his hand on his cheek and was grinnig ear-to-ear.
"Just like your mother and father were," my grandmother sighed, making me look over. "Your mother was new. She wasn't a foreigner, but she was new to this area. Your father immediately took action to make sure her every need was filled, no matter what the cost."
She sighed. "Those kids were crazy, and I have the feeling you two will be, two."
