~ Time Passes By ~
I land safely by the airplane and pass the immigration station to stamp my passport. I pick up my luggage and heads to the gate to meet my brother's manager called Mr. Kim.
As I walk down the gate, I see a middle-aged man holding a sign with words 송하늘 (Song Ha Neul). I quickly walked up to him and introduce myself, "Hi, my name is Song Ha Neul, I am Chanho's little sister," Mr. Kim smile at me.
"Here you are, did you have a great flight? I hope you are good,". He helps me carry my luggages and we go to the parking lot where a fully tinted black van can be seen. He said that models need to have some privacy too as they sometimes have sasaeng fans anywhere.
I sit at the back of the van. Suddenly, the car stops at the side of the road. "Have we arrived Mr. Kim?".
"Not yet honey, can we stop by because I need to buy some snacks for the boys because they usually are very hungry after a show". I smile at him and said I want to buy something too. We step out of the van and all people who passed by me looked at me weirdly, well literally ALL of them. Maybe because of the fully tinted van. I was like ookayyy. I buy a cup of Americano and Mr. Kim buy some coffee and biscuits. He also tells me a few types of coffee that my brother like and always buy. It is Caramel Latte. We then proceed to the show and Mr. Kim get off the van. He asked me to wait in the car amd he is off to send foods to my brother and his friends.
About 15 minutes after, Mr. Kim comes back, "Chanho said that he wants to meet you tomorrow at 3 p.m. at a café called Coffee Bay near your house. So make sure to get a lot of rest and be ready by 2:30 p.m tomorrow so-" I cut him.
"House?! I already have a house Mr. Kim?? When did I bought it???," I squeled excitedly. Mr. Kim laugh.
"It is originally the boys' house but they live at the company now so your brother bought it a few month ago and he rarely lives there. He said that the house needs a new owner so he asked me to give it to you," I smile excitedly and Mr. Kim adds, "Oh and please, call me Seonjin. I am not your manager. Chanho sent me to take care of you so you don't have to be so formal." He smile at last and give me the key to my new house. Oh gosh, I'm super excited for tomorrow !!.
~10 Minutes Passed By~
We arrived at a two storey apartment at the side of the road. It looks kinda fancy and so clean. I was amazed by the view, although it is not as big as Miss Haul's house but consider living alone, it is super big. It will take much more time to clean.
Seonjin helped me carry all my luggages to my new home sweet home. In front of the stairs, there's nine guy with mouth mask on chit-chatting while waiting for their friend to buy a snack from the vending machine.
As soon as Seonjin enters, they bow to him and make a way for us to go through them to go upstairs. I was carrying my big hand bag and suddenly stumble at the stairs. My bag fall and I nearly fall too, but one of the masked guy saved me. "I'm so sorry," I say and I can see that he is smiling by looking at his eye smile.
I then bow back to them and follow Seonjin closely. Sorry to say but I'm really shy around guy and that was so embarrassing. After that, Seonjin stops in front of a house numbered 77 and I open the door with the key that Seonjin gave me in the car.
I was amazed by the view before me. It was a beautiful house and I love it! First, it has my favourite number and then, the wallpaper are just perfect. Aaaahhhhhhhh!!! *high pitched scream*. I stand there daydreaming about 2 to 3 minutes until Seonjin snap his finger in front of my face.
"I'm sorry if the house is not comfortable. But I hope you take care of this house, sometimes Chanho comes here when he don't want to stay in the dorm," Seonjin stated.
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FanfictionSong Haneul have a sad story behind her happy face. She just transferred from New York to Korea because she had just found his brother, Song Chanho who is a model in Korea but later on, he tells her the history of their parents that only he remember...