"The plane will be landing in 5 minutes, please make sure your seat belts are on and any electronics are put away." The pilot's voice boomed throughout the plane.
ugh what's happening?
I opened my eyes to the plane beginning to land... in Busan.
"The plane has landed. Please gather your items and exit the plane." the same pilot shouts over the loudspeaker.
I got my carry on out from the compartment and rolled it out of the plane. I went through security and baggage claim with ease. After all that, I began to look for Mr Lee and Agent J- whatever. I scanned through a room full of people all rushing to get on either their plane or cab.
I hate the airport.
I scanned the whole terminal more. I saw a couple being reunited after who knows how long. I saw a family big enough to run a factory all on their own.
Then i saw this guy. He had broad muscular shoulders and an equally muscular body. His arms were roped with muscles, his biceps buldging underneath his blue long-sleeve button up. His jaw was sharp and masculine giving him and edgy, intimidating look.
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woah, if only I knew a guy that looked like that. His girlfriend's lucky.
But when our eyes met, I could see they were icy and stern. He kept looking at me, not releasing my gaze. He furrowed his brow and pointed to something. I followed his finger to a sign that read, 'Y/F/N' .
oh hell no, THAT'S.. THAT'S AGENT J- whatever. I think I might pass out.
I nodded my head and walked over to him. Every step I took closer to this fine individual, more and more of his features were noticable. He had a scar on his cheek, his plump lips, his beautiful eyes. He was wearing a blue button up along with ripped jeans.
"Hello," he said. "I'm Agent Jeon."
His voice was deep and husky. He stuck out his hands.
"Hello, I'm Y/N." I responded, bowing slightly while shaking his hands. I couldn't stop staring into his eyes. They were brown, masculine and humourless but, had a lightness to them at the same time. I realized I never released his hand and instantly turned red.
"sorry," I said.
jesus Y/N, do you have to be so fucking akward?
"Its fine," he said smiling a little bit.
dad. such a dad.
After a moment of silence, he said, "Mr Lee is waiting in the car. Can I take your luggage?"
"ah okay, thankyou.." I said.
He grabbed one of my luggages and pointed to the exit where Mr Lee was waiting. I followed, understanding his gesture and he held the door for me, leading me to the crowded outside world. There were taxis honking and people running left and right.
"So how old are you?" I asked.
"twenty-two," he answered, picking up his pace.
"I'm twenty."
"Okay and..." he asked.
"What do you mean?"
"why are you telling me that?" he said.
"oh- I-I'm sorry. I guess I just-" I gave up on speaking and stayed silent just focusing on trying to keep up with his quick pace.
