Chapter 00: Prologue
“You’re not fucking doing it right, Minah!”
“Pretty sure I am, Sumi.”
“No, no, no. Look, do it again. See how-”
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“Oh...”
“Yeah. How often do I not do it correctly, Sumi?”
“S-sorry, Minah...”
The two girls stood directly in the middle of a room with a mirror facing them. The taller of the two, a slender girl with moonlight colored hair, was standing and brushing the fronts of her gym shorts. Next to her, the other girl, a short female whose body resembled a perfect pear, was nervously running a hand through her dark brown locks.
“So, are we done practicing? I think we’ve established that I can grind as well as Jungkook by now.” Minah gave a slight, lopsided grin as she turned her striking blue eyes to her friend.
“Yeah. We’re done.” A pouting Sumi walked over to a corner, near their way out, and scooped up the two backpacks that had been thrown lazily. “Here you go.”
Minah took the bag her friend held in her outstretched hand, giving a grunt of thanks. The two said their goodbyes, and eventually parted ways after promising to meet up with the rest of the duo’s crew the next day at a nearby mall.
When her friend was safely out of sight, the silver-haired girl sighed, and parked herself on a bench. Groaning, she threw her head back, long legs splayed before her. Blue eyes stared hard up at the sky, watching the sun as it began its descent into the sky.
“China will be so different.” she mumbled to herself, hand grabbing a fistful of her shorts, jaw tightening. “I’ll miss it here.”
Seoul was her home, but in less than two days, her parents would he shipping her off to live on her own, in a totally different place, to go to a college called Mingde University.
Minah was not thrilled.
She could never understand what her parents had against her initial school of choice, Seoul University. But, it must have been important enough to send her away.
Well, at least she knew Chinese.
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The next two days passed quickly- too quickly, for Minah’s liking. She wanted to spend more time with her friends; more time dancing, eating at her favorite places, and visiting her favorite secret hideouts. But her feet were too slow, and time moved too fast.
The piss poor poetry of it made her grimace.
Now, here she was, surrounded by her friends, with her parents standing a little ways back so that they could safely observe and then escort her to her plane.
“Make sure you call everyday, alright, Song Minah?” Sumi tried to glare harshly at her friend, but failed miserably. Instead, her eyes watered, and she clutched the silverette like her life depended on it. “I’m going to miss you.”
Minah returned the tightness of the hug with her own arms, hiding her face into the shorter girl’s hair. “I’ll miss you, too, Park Sumi. And don’t worry, I’ll text and call every day, as often as I can.”
Similar exchanges were shared with the rest of her friends, and by the time they were all done, the group was either tearing up or straight out crying. Minah was the former, when her parents took her to the plane.
Nothing was exchanged whatsoever between daughter and parents, other than a swift goodbye and promise to do well in school. After the awkward farewell, she was on the plane and leaving South Korea for the foreseeable future.
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Minah’s PoV
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Getting off the plane was a blur for Minah. She was too busy bobbing her head to J-Hope’s Hope World to really note anything that may have been important. At least, that was the case until she was walking through the airport.
The young woman was making her way towards what she hoped was the exit of the airport, when she ran into a wall.
Squishy wall, she thought with a confused furrow of her brows as she stumbled away from it.
“Watch where you’re going!” Someone, a tall male, snapped in annoyance. With an eyebrow raised in her own annoyance, she slid her earphones off her ears, ‘Baseline’ pumping through even louder now that it wasn’t filtered in straight through her ears.
Looking up (and up, and up) at the male, her nose wrinkled.
“You watch where you’re going, pineapple head.” She huffed back, grabbing her dropped bag and shoving by the man. Ignoring his furious calls, she put her earphones back over her ears, humming along to her favorite ‘Daydream’.
