Women In Black

Return

It had been a long flight for Jennie.

Her afternoon started rough, first her taxi driver was six minutes late, her hair was a mess because the jackass just refused to roll the windows down. And most of all, a crying baby and a panicking woman in her thirties just decided that they wouldn't be much on Jennie's plate.

She was exhausted.

Nevertheless, she smiled as her country's fresh air blew past her face, the atmosphere was familiar. She looked around, nothing had indeed changed.

The airport was filled with all sorts of people. Her ear was polluted with all the muffled voices, speaking over one another. She hated this kind of environment, people being aggressively rude and pushing last each other. Running to their beloved ones as they spot them among the crowd of hundreds.

She sighed, she had no one to look forward to except a bunch of dorks waiting for her in the same old headquarters.

But they were a blessing to her solitude.

She had been alone for almost seven years now, no one she could feel butterflies for. No one that she could rely on. No one to encourage her and the decisions she made. No one to cook for her, no one she could play with. No parents.

Breaking from her daze, she continued walking towards the exit. Her eyes were scanning everyhwere, she was expecting someone to come.

She mentally slapped herself, no one knows she's returning, how could they come?

Her hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail with some stray hair falling down both sides of her face. Making it look messy but perfect at the same time. Her eyes were decorated with simple base eyeshadow with an eyeliner outlining the perfect cat eye. Her cheeks were flushed with a pink tint. Moving down to her lips, they had a red pigment on them. It wasn't strong, yet the red lipstick was enough to drive someone wild.

Jennie's taste in fashion was a classic, her choice was always unique and interesting. She went for a blouse along with high waisted jeans, showcasing her ant waist. Her feet were covered with simple converse, which surprisingly, made a lot of noise as she walked.

She managed to stand out even in the simplest outfits.

Her shoes clicked along the floor plated with tiles, feeling strong gazes on her. She might've accidentally caused a few hearts to flutter along the way. Pulling the heartstrings of both genders.

To make her less conscious about how she looked, she slid her hands inside the pockets of her jeans, which were fortunately, somehow present in a woman's jeans. Considering they make it for the size of a goddamn bird.

Her hands withdrawing with a black mask, to hide her face. She felt uncomfortable feeling the occasional glances towards her by hungry men, she wasn't into any of that.

She put the mask on, which settled right below her eyes. Her hands dug into her bag as she pulled out her earphones and plugged them in. To avoid socialising.

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"Stop right there please," she gently asked the taxi driver to stop in front of an odd looking building. The top floor was completely destroyed, some remains and planking still hardly hanging. It had total four floors, at least that's what people thought.

She paid the driver quickly and mumbled a small 'thank you' before taking her luggage out and observing her stupidness.

She had brought only one luggage with her to Korea.

"Shit, I forgot the other one home!" She groaned, muttering to herself.

After cursing herself for a while, she decided to retreat and turn to the building which stood tall in front of her small frame. To say she was nervous was an understatement, that girl was sweating buckets!