Taeyeon takes her time, slowly walking out of the plane and down the terminal tunnel all the way to the luggage collection area. She waits, watching suitcases float past her, until she sees her own and carefully removes it from the conveyer belt. She whips out its handle and listens to its wheels on the hard floor as she leaves.
Two steps away from the door, she stops. It's a big glass door, but it has markings and signs on it so she can't see much beyond it. She steps to one side so that others can go past, and she lowers her suitcase so it lies flat on the ground. Then she kneels down beside it. She runs her fingers over the zip of the small front pocket in the fluorescent lighting of the building.
She pulls out an envelope, its edges a bit crumpled because it's a little too big for the front pocket of her suitcase and it has had to travel all the way across the world with her without being opened.
She picks at one corner of it with her fingernail, and finally opens it.
The only sound she can hear is the rustling of papers as the words are revealed in front of her.
She reads the first line before suddenly stopping. She quickly pats all the pockets of her jacket and jeans before finding her little pocket dictionary that she prepared for this occasion. Just like her acceptance letter to the American university, she wants to make sure that she definitely understands every word of this letter even though her English skills are beyond the need of a dictionary.
Dear Miss Kim, well that much she could understand easily but she reads it again anyway. It is our pleasure to accept your application for this position with our organisation. And so on, and so forth, and she reads everything a few times over and checks a few words in her little pocket dictionary, right there on the sticky floor of the American airport.
And then she smiles. She stuffs everything back into her suitcase, zips it up, and stands. She tugs it along with her as she steps through the door, and when she sees Tiffany she doesn't stop for even a second before running to her and flying into her arms.
They hold each other tightly for a long, long time.
"Hello," Tiffany whispers, her breath tickling the back of Taeyeon's neck.
"Hi," Taeyeon responds, and lightly kisses Tiffany's ear. "I missed you."
"I missed you too."
"And guess what?"
"What?"
"I love you."
Tiffany giggles, squeezing her even tighter. "I love you too."
"And now rapid-fire information: The optical store is going well, my parents are retiring and my brother is taking over. My mother wants to bring my little sister to come visit me next summer and see the sights. I've spent every day and night of the past year thinking about you. And I got the job."
Tiffany shifts so that they look at each other. "You got the job?"
Taeyeon grins. "I got the job. I have a job here now. I have a job here, and I have my girlfriend here, and I'm finally here."
Tiffany kisses her, firmly pressing their lips together for a long time. "You have a life here. We have a life here, together. Right?"
"Yes," Taeyeon whispers, holding her even closer and answering without hesitation, "Together."
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