a love impossible

Chapter 2

After the drive that seemingly took forever, we finally arrived at the airport. I stepped out of the car, and through the windows, the men once more explained what would happen and how things would work. I'd be on my own private jet and there would be someone waiting for me inside to take me to it. I'll be at the island by six in the morning. It's now three.
"Got all that?" The kind one asked, who's name I learned. It's Mr. Jeong.
"Yep," I say, "thank you. Both of you."
"Of course ma'am. Have a good trip, and be careful alright?" The mean one asked kindly, almost concerned.
His name is Mr. Wen. I smile at him. He's not mean. He's just tough, and I'm sure he's seen a lot of things on the job. He's older, maybe fifties, where as Mr. Jeong is in his twenties.
"I will. Bye, and again, thank you," I say.
They say good bye to me as well, and navigate their way out of the airport parking lot. I pull out my phone and check my look. It's late, but I still look pretty good. I walk to the entrance and stand against one of the aggressively red walls and snap a selfie. I don't usually take pictures, and I'm still not super big on this one, but it isn't half bad. I then sling my backpack on that I'd been holding in my hand and walk into the airport. For an airport is Seoul, it's shockingly empty. They must've cleared out anyone who wasn't absolutely necessary. I pull out my phone once more to check the time, and I'm surprised by a deep voice.
"Keom Areum Eun?" The voice asks, which I register it as male.
I look up, and a man of about thirty is wearing a suit just like Mr. Wen and Mr. Jeong had on. This must be the man they were talking about.
"Yes, that's me," I say, trying to seem mature, but semi failing.
"I'm Mr. Doeg, and if you'll follow me, I'll lead you to the jet," he says turning around swiftly and walking forward, into the direction of terminal 1.
Wow. They really go all out for these Idol Choosings huh. Our footsteps echo in the nearly empty airport, with the sparkling white tile reflecting everything above it. I almost fall staring into it. We get to the terminal, and he gestures to the gate. I walk down the nice carpeted connecter thingy (I really need to learn what that thing is called, I'm an adult) and go into the jet. I gasp. It's gorgeous and rather spacey. There are three booths, a table in each one, with four menus per table. There's also a beige couch, a bar, and an open door that leads to what looks like a bedroom.
"Nice, isn't it?" Mr. Doeg asks chuckling.
"It's incredible," I answer.
"I know. I'll be staying with you the whole flight so as to make sure you're safe, and the pilot will be starting the jet any minute now," he says making himself comfortable in a booth.
"You should get some sleep. It won the much, but its better than none. Sleep deprivation isn't good for your looks, much less your mind," he says tapping his head to indicate its bad for my brain not to rest.
"Yeah, you're right. See you when we get there," I say realizing how tired I am.
"Night," he waves.
I walk back into the bed room and shut the door. I change into a pair of Adidas booty shorts with another tight black tank top. I take my hair down and my shoes and socks off. I then go in the adjoined bathroom, and its amazing. It's so big and the counters are marble, the sinks porcelain (there are two sinks with one big ass mirror!), and there is a shower and a toilet. I brush my hair and leave it as is, being down the middle. I wipe off my makeup, go pee, and climb in the surprisingly comfortable bed. I don't bother turning the lights off. I fall asleep so fast I swear somebody knocked me out.

*2 1/4 hours later*

"Miss Keom? Miss Keom!" I hear someone whisper shouting while shaking me.
"Hm?" I question crankily. And then I remember it's Mr. Doeg and I'm about to be at an island so I can be matched with a BTS member.
"Oh!" I exclaim, throwing back the covers and sitting up.
"Yeah," he laughs, "forgot? It's okay. Your requested outfit by the boys is on the dresser, and we'll be there in 30 minutes." He exits my room.
I look over on the dresser, and get up and walk over. I pick up the clothes and almost vomit. They're so ugly! It's a too big maroon long sleeve with a long black skirt that ties in the front. Oh no. This will not work. I grab a pair of scissors that I always keep in my bag for emergencies and start chopping away. By the time I'm done, I have 5 minutes to actually put it on. I manage to rush and fix it all up. I look in the mirror. I cut most of the arm off the shirt to make it short sleeves, then I cut the bottom to make it a crop top that stops just above my belly button (but still enough to show my piercing). I cut the skirt 6 inches above my knees and found a way to switch the bow so it goes in the back. I threw on a pair of my maroon vans high tops and left my hair down. I hear a knock and Mr. Doeg begins speaking.
"Are you ready to go Miss Keom?" he asks through the door. I leave the bathroom and open the bedroom entrance.
"Yes I am. Let's do this," I say confidently. I grab my bag and go out into the main section of the jet. We've stopped and Mr. Doeg points the way to the open door with the following stairs.
"Go ahead," he says.
"Wait, you're not staying on the island with me?" I ask worried. What if something bad happens?
"No. But you'll be fine, I promise. And wait till you see the zoo on the island. Pretty cool, if you're careful" he says with a smirk, clearly knowing something I don't.
"Okay, well, thank you. Bye!" I say. I'm still worried, but it's so beautiful out here. I walk down the steps and see that the pilot literally just parked on the sand. I see a giant ass mansion way down the beach. I guess that's where I go. I walk for about 15 minutes then hear a loud whir. I turn around, and the jet is taking off. Mr. Doeg is waving from the window, and I laugh and wave back. We keep waving until we can't see each other anymore, and a minute later, the jet is gone. I see what must be a long abandoned village in the distance, the opposite direction of the mansion. I turn back around, and realize I'm closer than I thought. After another 5 minutes, I arrive at the front door. There's a note.
Hello! If you are reading this, then you are the Chosen One! Congratulations! You will have precisely one hour to choose a room and settle in. You may also explore the island and the beautiful one of a kind zoo! The group will arrive after the hour is up by boat, and the rest is up to you until the three months are completed and the boat returns to pick all of you up. Have fun!
Sincerely,
         The Idol Makers
P. S. The key is under the door mat.
I lift up the door mat, and sure enough, it is. I unlock the door and instantly marvel at the inside of the house. If the outside wasn't beautiful enough, the inside is insane. I'll be fine with living here, I think as I laugh to myself. I waste no time and start exploring right away.

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