IDOL-1

Chapter 1

I was here. 

Seoul, South Korea.

I stepped out from the doors of the airport and gazed at the towering buildings above. I couldn't help but to feel sad. This place was so unfamiliar. Foreign language in a foreign city with me who must absolutely seem foreign to the people here. Nothing familiar. No friends. No family. I could feel the tears swelling up inside me. I wanted nothing more than to just scream in frustration. I took another deep breath. Despite how much I didn't like my current situation, I had to move on.

Mom had told me she'd gotten a place for me to stay. My scholarship didn't cover a place to stay. I tried to make an excuse out of it for not going when my parents barged in and offered to pay for living accommodations. The one time they decided to not make something hard. So I was apparently living in a luxury suite in the apartment complex called Eunha Seuwiteu which translates to Galaxy Suites? I furrowed my brows as I looked at the picture of the place on my phone. I couldn't imagine that being the name but Korean was Korean. It was massive, like just about everything else in this city. I was going to have to take a taxi since it was far from the airport which meant I was going to have to interact with someone. 

My anxiety meter shot straight through the roof. Crap. I didn't know my Korean that well yet. Like I had a lot of time to learn it after figuring out I got the scholarship. Not to mention trying to deny the scholarship. My sister had poked fun at me about refusing her offer for her to teach me Korean. If only Zoey was here now as my translator. Though, she was pretty jealous of me coming here. Would it have been that bad if she'd tagged along?

Then someone bumped into me from behind. I looked over to see a businessman pass right beside me heading out to the road where he was waving down a taxi. I swallowed hard before I made my way to the road to do the same. I sat there and began waving for a taxi as I skimmed through the rows of cars thats were clustered together on the roadway.

"What are you doing?" I heard a man say in Korean.

I looked down to the taxi that I saw the business man waved down. In fact, the man's voice was from the business man who was poking his head out from the taxi window looking at me.

I looked behind me to make sure he wasn't talking about someone else. Still, I pointed my finger to myself as I asked in Korean, "Me?"

"Yes, you. There's two open seats in this taxi."

I paused for a moment. Was it really okay for my to be getting in a taxi with this guy? He looked like a gentleman but it still irked me about not being in a taxi alone. Plus, he was the businessman that shoved me out of his way. Was that on purpose? I ask that to myself, yet, my personal space was being taken up by the bustling of people right now so what would the difference be? I sighed. I just had to get to my suite then I won't have to be bothered with this non-personal-space-bubble-ludicrous. So I walked forward to the taxi with the business man, put my suitcase in the back, and got in.

"Thank you," I told the businessman formally. At least I had a ride.

The businessman bowed his head, "It isn't a problem."

"Where to?" I looked to the front to the taxi driver.

"Eunha Seuwiteu," the man had a look of surprise on his face. Before I could question it, he turned around, "Alright then."