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"3.30 flight to busan will be boarding in 10 minutes. 10 minutes. 3.30 flight to busan." the lady said over the loud speaker.
"well, that's me." I sniffled. I could feel the tear burning in the back of my eyes.
dont cry Y/N, dont you dare fucking cry.
stop it.
"Don't," Andrea said. "If you cry, I'll start crying."
"okay," I said pulling her into a hug for the last time in a long time.
"if you ever need anything-" she began.
"I know." I whispered.
"I'll be there." she finished.
"I love you." I said.
"I love you too." I let her go and turn to my father, tears instantly came to my eyes.
damn it. I told myself I wasn't gonna cry.
"go get em' tiger," Dad said. "remember that the FBI cheif, Mr Lee and Agent J-
I can't remember his name. Well, they will be waiting for you at the airport after the plane lands. Be safe alright?"
"Yes, dad, love you."
"I love you too, sweetie."
I walked onto the plane, my eyes burning and my stomach turning in circles over and over. I turned around and waved at Andrea and my father.
As I sat down on my seat, I had flashbacks of all memories I made in Daegu, with my parents, with Andrea, all of them. Learning to ride a bike, my first kiss, my first boyfriend. The first time I got in trouble with cops for breaking and entering.
thankyou Andrea for getting me out of that mess. Dad still doesn't know about that one.
a small smile creeps upon my face as I remember running out of the abandoned building.
maybe Busan won't be that bad. Maybe this Mr John, or Jayeon, or Ji-yeon or whatever the fuck his name is guy wouldn't be bad.
that was my last thought before falling asleep.
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