3000 𝐌iles 𝐓o 𝐌y 𝐋ove ║𝙺𝚃𝙷 𝒇𝒇║

#22. Love Land

Y/n POV

I am afraid of the fact that we are going to Korea, again..It's always been very exciting for me to go there but this time it's a little different. Yeah! To my family, Korea = Grandma, Their beloved son, sweetest daughter in law and the little bundle of joy Ha youngie. But for me, It's Taehyung, our love, our memories and heart break.

" y/n baby, come fast, we will miss the flight!" Mom shouts, breaking my train of thoughts.

" I would be glad if I could," I mutter, putting on my dark brown blazer.

One more addition to my Hate List is this goddamned winter season. I am very sensitive
to getting a bad cough in this season and I cannot bear the chill. I am sure Korea is now became an Arendelle in December. So I have put as many woollens in my bag as on my body.

" What the!! y/n! How many clothes have you stuffed in your bag? It is way too heavy! Are you planning to elope?" screams Peachie. My ear bursts.

" Don't worry, I will take my luggage myself. You don't have to bother about it.Slick chick "

I winked at her but I immediately regret the sentence after saying it. It is heavy! Uff!
Soon we are in front of the airport. But Peachie was eating my head up and teasing on one hand & giving me so many advices in other hand.

" Yaa! When did you became a granny, Peachie ". I yelled

" ugh! Yesterday night around 10:37 PM ...". Peachie giggles.

" Ok that's cool, granny ". I sneered.

Actually I am gonna miss this brat. I know that miles and distances don't matter in friendship but who's going to explain that to my heart? My heart sobbed. After saying goodbyes, we headed to airport.

My heart was throbbing with the thoughts of Taehyung. God! I don't want to go there again. I cried a little while sat on the flight. I got window seat, I love that feeling of looking out of a plane window. That window seat with music and those tears rolling down, I meet myself after a long time. So many things to see. So many feelings to share with self. So many memories that crosses my mind.

And those random playlist and those random thoughts.....

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We reached Korea. Everybody rushes out of the airport except me. Mom helped me a little and yelled at me so many times. At the airport, we see Yura eemo and my brother waving at us. Mom and dad waved back at them as they walked towards that area. But here is me! I am struggling with my bag and suddenly I tumble on to the platform, head over heels. Shit! I just fell !!!

God! Can I do this any better?
Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!

Before I can manage to get up myself, a hand comes through the crush of bodies to my rescue. Without looking at who it was who offered to help me get up, I grab that hand and pull myself up. Having stood up, I immediately start brushing my clothes. Then I look up to thank the man who helped me ...

I'm struck dumb! He is handsome! But not that dangerously handsome as Taehyung. Shoot! Why am I thinking about him at this time! Taehyung! Taehyung! Taehyung! Stop thinking about him all the time, you idiot! My brain screams. But who's this handsome man?

" Thank you." This is all I manage to say.

Suddenly his voice breaks the spell, 'Are you okay?'

" Yes, thank you again," I say, hesitant and embarrassed.

" How many times I have to tell you to be careful!' chides Mom.