Internship with Pentagon

Coffee

"Yes, mom. I'm fine. I know. I'll be careful. Yes. I know. It's only two months. I have to go now. Okay. Yes. Love you too. Bye, mom." I hang up the phone and take a sip of my coffee. Thank heavens for free wifi or else I wouldn't have been able to call her. 

Taking a deep breath, I grab my coffee and head towards my temporary residence. After getting my things settled into the dorm, I headed out to do a bit of sight-seeing given I've never been here. That was cut short when I realized how tired and jet-lagged my body is. 

On my way to my dorm, I grab my map out of my back pocket and begin looking at it to make sure I'm headed in the right direction. Even though my map is in Korean I have no problem reading it. Last summer I took classes at my college through an institute to be able to speak Korean because of the two-month internship they offer in Seoul. And now here I am. In Seoul for my internship. 

While I was checking the map, I continued walking assuming that I would be okay for just a few seconds of not looking where I was going. You know what they say about assuming. I walked right into someone.  My chest and stomach began to burn as the hot liquid from my cup seeped its way through my clothes and onto my skin. To make things better, the collision caused me to fall flat onto my butt. I'm almost positive I'm going to have trouble sitting for the next few days. And to top everything off, I realized I'm wearing a white t-shirt. Great. Just my luck.

"I'm so sorry." I hear the deep voice say in Korean. That voice sounds familiar, but I'm too busy wallowing in self-pity to really think about it.

"No, No. It's my fault. I wasn't watching where I was going." I replied. Wait. Crap. I replied in English.

"No. It's my fault." I repeat in Korean. 

"Aish. My English isn't that good. What am I going to do?" The male nervously laughs. "Aish, I should at least help her up." And with that, the male hesitantly grabs my arm and helps me up. I snicker at the fact that he assumes I don't know Korean. I was going to correct him until I saw his face.

Standing before me was none other than Yuto Adachi. A member of the k-pop group Pentagon. I freeze for a second before I regain my composure. I'm here for a business internship for crying out loud. If I want to succeed in this field, then I have to learn to keep my composure. 

"I'm sorry," I repeat as I respectfully bow. 

"Ah, no. It's okay. No problem," he says in broken English. "Aish, uh, here. Take this." He says as he begins to take off his jacket. 

"No, no. I couldn't take that." I say. Our conversation is happening in English because I'm still in panic mode.

"Uh. I insist." He persistently hands me the jacket and not feeling as if I have another choice, I accept it.

"Thank you," I reply with a slight bow. There was an awkward silence that followed until his phone went off. Knowing what that means, I say thank you quietly and bow slightly once again before I step around him and head back home. Being the shy awkward person I am, I look down as I walk and realize why he gave me his jacket. Not only was my shirt stained from coffee, but it looked very see-through because of it being wet. I quickly put on his jacket and zip it up. After that. I hurry back to the dorm as fast as I could.