If You Love Me

Chapter 2: Meet The Aunt

Your eyes follow the endless flow of coloured luggage that blurred past, your mouth growing wide as you allow a sluggish yawn. 

The plane ride had been absolutely horrific. 

Upon boarding the plane, a middle age man assigned to the seat beside you, somehow thought it was completely fine — normal even— to utilize your shoulder as his personal pillow while he got some shut-eye. 

Not to mention, the lovely passenger to your right — a girl in her teenage years, had reeked. Her stench was unbearable, as if she had been sprayed with a skunk or someone pulled a nasty prank and mixed her lotion with vomit. And it wasn't like you discretely cover your crying nostrils with your hoodie without hurting her self-esteem either. So, being the good person that you are, you bared through the whole trip without a complaint, sacrificing your sense of smell for the evening.

Finally grabbing hold on your luggage, a grin cakes your face, eyes narrowing as you searched for your aunt in the sea of bodies flooding the entrance.

It had certainly been a long time — a decade nearly passing since your last visit to your paternal aunt's.

"Y/N!" A voice calls from the crowd, a giggle echoing your lips as you notice a fragile hand standing tall above the dozens of heads passing by.

Struggling past the swarm of people, your aunt dashes towards you, her arms bounding you into a tight embrace.

She had changed — her cheap apple scented perfume now a sweet orchid, and her style much more subtle and natural. A complete opposite compared to the straight-haired woman who enjoyed the sensation of 90's mom jeans snug around her waist and the weight of her classic leather jacket thrown over one shoulder.

Her careless aura had also transformed; an adoring smile carrying her lips.

She withdraws, scanning you from top to bottom. "I always told your father you'd be a major heartbreaker." She snickers.

You roll your eyes, shaking your head at her never-changing personality. She may have a appeared to be different but her childish character had managed to remain intact.

Perhaps that's where Bora gets it from?

After all, humour seemed to be embedded in your family's genetics, it most certainly not tracing from your mother's side.

"Jee, not even a hello?" You chuckle, walking alongside your aunt as the two of your exited the airport.

Some tsks sound from her lips, "Picky, picky." She wags her index finger, a sassy hand glued to her waist as she struts ahead, leaving you in the dust with your carry-on.

Chasing after her, your bottom lips plummets, mouth wide open as you let out a scoff. "H-Hey I'm not that picky!"

"Mhm~" She throws a skeptical glance, fishing her vehicle keys from her purse. "That's what all picky people say."

"Jee, who woke up on the wrong side of the bed?" You laugh, the old woman placing your luggage into the back seat, then planting herself in the driver's seat, waiting for you to join her in the passenger seat.

Pulling out from in between the parallel yellow lines, your aunt's lips curl upwards, painting a smug expression. "So what did you do to piss off my brother this time?"

You gulp hard, a painful ball downing your throat as you avert your gaze, "Haha, I sort of blew my monthly allowance." you peep nervously, hand scratching behind your neck sheepishly.

She breaks out into an intense fit of laughter, eyes shutting briefly.

"Auntie! Keep your eyes on the road jeez!" You fume, slapping the woman on the shoulder. She shrugs, gaze fixing on the road once more with ease, your eyebrows creasing in disapproval for allowing herself to get distracted.