Arranged Marriage with Luhan

That Fateful Day

That Fateful Day.

Narrated in Taeyang’s Point of View

March 12,2013.
Charles de Gaulle Airport, Paris, France.

Planes! I have taken them on certain points in my life, and they were the most thrilling part of it. I love them. They remind me of the movies I watch—first-class seats, delicious food, and air-conditioned floors. But even though I like these things very much, I cannot apply the same to my mother. See, she easily gets sick with trips. And that is why I am standing here right now, waiting for our luggage to come.

 “Good morning, and I am sorry to bother. Perhaps this is yours, good sir?” A man asked. He was dressed in blue coat, with yellow buttons hanging on the divisions of the cloth.

I nodded. He is probably one of the airline’s crew, seeing that his hat is made of thin cloth and odd details.

I then inspected the wheeled bag and checked if the ribbon my sister placed was tied on the rear part.

“Yes. Thank you very much for taking care of it, sir.” I confirmed and bowed. I then took the handle and stared at him.

“There is no absolute need to thank me, sir. It is a part of my job. That luggage was lost a while ago, and I was in search for its owner. It says Taeyang on the bag, and I saw your jersey. You know, the name at the back.” He explained and stood up firmly.

“I must excuse myself sir. I still have a few things to do. It is nice meeting you.” He said as I nodded and responded back. After doing so, he left happily while murmuring a few golden remarks about the politeness of Asians.

I waited for a while, and took the bags I was left searching for on the machine.

Dragging the baggage, I approached two ladies sitting by the third row of chairs by the corner. Jjeolbae and my mom. I guess I could easily distinguish them now, since their fair skins glow out on a large crowd (I suppose it was because we are surrounded by Paris people, though).

“Oh, you’re back.” Said Jjeolbae, still helping my mom who seemed to be dazed from the trip.

“Yeah. See? I told you my name on the front would help. And you’re telling me it’s dangerous because people will know my identity.” I teased as she took a serious chuckle.

“Yes. How could you be so careless? Let us set an example. What if a man was searching for you? He would just ask for that staff for you, and the staff would gladly agree. Now, what is your defense with that?” She asked as I shook my head.

“He would not. That staff would easily forget.” I said and sat down beside them.

“But he is keen and observant.” She said as I frowned and nodded.

“Alright, I’m defeated. Congratulations, miss attorney.” I said as all of us laughed.

“The two of you don’t get tired of embarassing each other out, huh?” My mom remarked.

The three of us stopped by a two-storey house. My father has arrived earlier than we did, since we originally came here for his temporary work visit.

“Cozy.” My sister said, staring at the maroon bricks stapled by the walls. It was fancy indeed--I can feel its French appeal. Brown tarnished roof, wooden door, frosty windows, and the chimney.

“You’re using weird words. That’s why boys wouldn’t like you.” I teased as my sister laughed.

“I don’t want them to like me, though.” She replied and went observing back.