TRAPPED | BTS

1 | suitcases

HEY PPL, I'M A NEW AUTHOR AND THIS IS THE FIRST BOOK THAT IM SHARING WITH YOU GUYS. ANYWAY, THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR GIVING THIS BOOK A CHANCE TO BE READ, I LOVE YOU 💜

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I rapidly packed my clothes, practically tossed the belongings which I'll need on my travel bag. Sweat dripping from my bare face. My heart beating rapidly.

One month, one freaking month to prove that I'm capable of pushing through with a project like this. One month to feature someone which the world needs to see and look upon to.

This will be easy.

Or so I thought. I don't even know who he or she is that I'll feature in my article, they just mentioned they have booked my flight, my hotel, my car, practically everything I need in one month.

"This project isn't just a project," I remember Mr. Choi said with his unwavering gaze and intimidating posture. "This is something that needs passion and dedication. Clearly, I gave this project for you to finish in a month. Get the client's attention. Dig in if you must. You must negotiate if you have to. I gave this responsibility to you so don't disappoint me and the whole team."

I remembered how timid I looked just 30 minutes before I'm in my toss and pack session, how suffocating the air was inside the CEO's office. I remembered how stiff my posture was, how I cling to the folder which contained the project brief I thought my fingers ran out of blood and how long I held my breath for a second I thought I'd kill myself.

I remembered nodding my head in agreement. So here I am organizing my things inside my luggage. They practically assigned me so that means, they trust me. Although I wished they would've said it a day before so I could at least prepare my stuffs and not rush like what I'm doing now.

I wish I never had to gamble on anything but there's no turning back now. I shouldn't let my team down.

I slumped from my bed in frustration as I remembered how tensed I was 30 minutes ago in the office. Just by the mere thought of me in a month in a foreign place, who knows what might happen to me but like my determined self assured my timid self, I can do this.

I rolled to the side of my bed to get my phone.

5:52 pm.

My flight's in 7:30, I gotta get my things ready or else I'll catch traffic which I'm hoping I wouldn't.

I organized every single thing in my baggage, wishing everything is there. I almost got everything in from my needs in my list when my sister spoke.

"Should you really go?" I hear my 18 years old, younger sister say behind me.

I looked over my shoulder to see Azel leaning over by my door. I smiled.

"Azel," I motioned her to come near me and she did. "I gotta do this for us. For our future. I'm working for us."

"You'll leave me for work for a month Alex in this apartment, alone." she says sounding sad more than happy.

"I'm sure you can handle yourself. It's not like I'll be leaving for real. I'm here, just in another country" I assured her.

"That's still leaving." She said a matter of factly.

"I'll be working for us to earn ourselves with a condo. A home, for real. We'll be leaving this apartment soon. Don't you want that?" I asked her convincing her with my hazel brown eyes.