I clutched the boarding tickets tightly, sitting on the metal seat of the cold Incheon Airport, feeling anxious.   I had been requested to work as a paid intern at a large and famous fashion industry in New York while I attend college and university there.   I was currently waiting for my plane.   Honestly, I don't know whether to feel happy or sad. I felt ecstatic to be accepted to work there as an early high school graduate as it was my biggest dream.   On the other hand, working there means that I have to leave my family and friends. And just thinking about that before saddens me already.   My elder sister cried on my farewell party hosted a few hours ago (which was rare).
I was supposed to be happy that all my friends came to wish me luck.
However, I wasn't, because he wasn't there.
The person that I was most sure to be there.
The person who was always there with me on every step of my life, whom I see everyday.
The person I basically quarrel with every single day,
The person who annoys me to death yet I now realise that he's an inseparable puzzle piece in my life.   I couldn't lie that there was a thug of disappointment in my heart.   'Passengers of Flight KH2212 please proceed to the boarding area.'   I stood up and brushed back my black hair as the announcement for my plane was made. Straightening my brown coat, I turned my head, hoping to see him, but I shook the thought off and proceeded to walk away with a heavy heart.
  'Don't be so hopeful, Park Gyo Rin. He's probably training right now.' I thought to myself, dragging my suitcase.   But even though I tried to distract my mind, somehow I can't stop thinking of him.   I turned around again, hoping that somehow, just somehow, he would be there, standing and walking towards me like in those korean dramas and all.       But reality just had to . Cause he wasn't there.   Okay you know what, I hate him.     But if I say that, then I'll be manipulating myself.   Because, I don't. All this time, that neighbour who bugged me EVERY day from diapers turns out to mean alot to me.       "PARK GYORIN!"     I froze. Slowly, I turned around.   And he was there. Oh Sehun was there. My nemesis from little, the kingka every girl fawned over at school, the guy who somehow always ruined my plans, and the guy I have actually been wishing to see just now despite the fact that I got sick of him almost every time.   He was panting and his navy blue dress shirt was unorganised. His hands were on his knees, and his brown-black hair was slightly messy.   I stared at him with my usual stoic face, which was a frown.   He jogged towards me, while I remained glued on the spot.   Unexpectedly, he pulled me into his arms. Sehun was never this way.   We never showed anything close to this before. (Except for a time during my birthday a few months ago but that was an accident and a different story)   Heck we basically quarell eve