The First Snow ✔️

Epilogue

The distant sound airplane taking off and families reuniting with laughter were not enough for him to ease his mind and soul. After all, he missed her terribly.

"Kuzuzangpo la," he turned around to see a man in his mid twenties dressed in a knee length piece of cloth which was known as gho. After all the project with Jennie paid off and he has some idea of the country.

Obviously confused by the man in front of him Sehun just nodded his head. The man laughed a bit and then held out his hand to shake.

"Mr. Oh Sehun, right?" The man said in Korean. Sehun could do nothing but nod his head and slightly curious as to how the man could speak in Korean.

"Well, I am your guide. Ms. Jennie Kim requested for a guide during your stay here at my agency. Though we don't accept personal tour guide since we do it in group, she begged for weeks so I had to give it in," the man said.

"Oh Jennie," he corrected.

"Pardon," the man infront of him said.

"Her name is Oh Jennie,"

"Oh Jennie? But she sai—,"

"She is my wife, Mrs. Oh Jennie." He cut him off stubbornly.

The man was confused and let out a small scoff, "Gachi lab ena ani me dhi," he heard but he didn't really know what it meant.

"My name is Pema Yoedzer, your tour guide for the next one month," he introduced himself yet again holding his hand out to shake after those words. This time he shook the hand.

The man's name was a unique one and he had hard time remembering it.

"Uh, thank you Mr. Yoedzer, you already know my name so.," his hand reached out to his nape and rubbed it feeling awkward.

Pema laughed at his response while Sehun felt offended.

"Mr. Oh, I am glad that you could remember my last name but like every other country ours is a but different. In Bhutan, we don't have surnames unless we are born noble, like the Wangchuck Family and the Dorji Family for example."

Sehun couldn't help but feel embarrassed but the man in-front of him gave no time for his embarrassment instead took his trolley out of his hand and made their way to the parking lot.

He arrived at the capital city of Bhutan, Thimphu in about forty-five minutes. He was awed by the nature of the country. Traditional houses, farmers, students, most of all people laughing and smiling all the time. They were the happiest country for a reason, he guessed.

When they reached the hotel he was staying in he couldn't be more awed then before. The building was modern no doubt to that but the sculpture had its own uniqueness to it, the traditional ones he saw along the way of Paro to Thimphu.

Le Méridien  it had a nice ring to it.

*

He lied in his comfy bed after taking his shower, the jet leg getting to him. He spaced out staring at the ceiling where the gold chandelier was hanging.

Sehun never wanted to come here but it was her last request. Just thinking of her made his eyes well up. He just couldn't move on with his life without her. He had promised her his life and the beautiful time yet he failed at it.

Jennie in her parcel sent him and her family and friends letters and gifts which they had wanted. Her mother had gone into shock and was sent to hospital for three times.

Yugyeom and Suho had the worst, they like him turned to alcohol and skipped their classes until Yugyeom's friends dragged both of them and beat the hell out of them. He was thankful that JB beat because he was too weak himself to do it.