Korean Air Flight from JFK NY to ICN International.

A girl with dark brown hair that came to her shoulders walked to her first class seat. A stewardess assisted her and Lena thanked the pretty lady after she sat down. She looked out the window and smiled. Her heart was pounding with excitement but at the same time, she regret leaving her mom. Dara was crying before letting her go and Lena couldn't fight back her tears. This is the first time they were going to be away from each other for a long time and its even the first time Lena was flying solo! 

Flashback:

"Mom, I'm not scared of flying."

"I know." Dara said between sobs. "That's why I'm crying. I'm scared for you."

"Eh?" Lena wiped a tear that fell from her eye. If her mom sees her crying, she'd probably come with her. Not that it was a problem to Lena but it will be a problem for Dara since she can't leave work.

"I'll be there in a few days." Dara assured herself more than her daughter.

"Mom, you can't fly solo, remember?"

"I'll ask someone to come with me?"

"I will be fine." Dara stared at her daughter who indeed had nerves made of steel. She smiled and hugged Lena for the 7894620 time. Not that she was counting.

"Do you have your notebook with you?" Lena nodded. "And those music sheets you always…" Lena nodded before Dara finished. "I will miss you."

"I will miss you more, Mom!"

"I love you, baby." Dara kissed her daughter.

"Love you too, Mom!"

End of Flashback

Lena's thoughts were interrupted when a boy about her age sat down beside her.

He was Korean, but when he spoke, he sounded American, like her. He was wearing a black leather jacket and a black beanie with that Sand Lover logo. Lena grinned upon recognizing the beanie. They pretty much had the same outfit. She was wearing a black leather jacket, a designer shirt and leather shorts with knee-length black boots. She had a cap on, designed with numbers, with the 21 encircled. The guy turned to her and smiled. For a second, Lena thought his eyes disappeared.

"Hi! I'm Bobby." He extended a hand. Lena mumbled her name and placed her hand on his. She spotted a stewardess and called her attention. 

"Umm…I don't mean to be rude but, can I not sit beside a guy?" Lena asked the lady.

"I'm really sorry, but its all couples in first class. We tried to change but, they all wanted to be seated together."

"Oh…" She could just nod and sit back down.

"I'm not going to do anything to you, you know." Bobby felt insulted and he sounded smug. "You're not even my type."

"Wow!" Lena exclaimed. "We haven't even known each other for more than a minute and I'm starting to hate you."

They stared hard at each other then laughed.

"Your cap…" Bobby pointed. "Are you a fan of the 2ne1?" Lena could just nod. "My beanie was made by the beautiful Sandara!" Now, she forced herself not to laugh and just nodded again.

"You do understand me, right?" Bobby asked again, afraid that she's now quiet because she couldn't understand english.

"Of course I do!" Lena spoke fluently. "I'm learning languages in school anyway."

"Oh, are you just visiting the US?"

"No, I live there."

"So you are visiting Korea?"

"Uhm…not that…I mean…my mom said I shouldn't talk to strangers." Lena spoke softly not, wanting to offend him again.

"Oh, that's right. Its okay. I will just sit back down." Bobby did as he said. Lena smiled and lounged in her own seat and started to choose a movie to watch. However, the excited Bobby sat back up and she jumped at the sudden movement.

"But I'm just really very excited to go back to Korea! I'm gonna sing and dance again!" 

A collective "Shhhh" came from the other occupants of the cabin and a flight attendant went to them but they both said sorry and promised not to do it again. 

Lena couldn't help it, and she started laughing.

Seoul, South Korea

Kwon Jiyong stood before a door with the sign, "KEEP OUT IF YOUR NAME'S NOT HAYI." over a red circle and a line slanted across it. Below that, was a slogan that his daughter painted herself. It said, "KEEP CALM, YOU'RE NOT ME. - HAYI". He raised his hand to knock but there was no answer so, even though there was another warning around the doorknob which read, "YOU TOUCH, YOU DIE", Jiyong risked it.

He was welcomed by a beautiful melody being created by his daughter's gifted hands. He listened as she sang and allowed himself to get lost in her unique soulful voice. Hayi could gave Rihanna a run for her money.

"My mind is gone, I'm spinning' round…

And deep inside my tears I'll drown…

I'm losin' grip, what's happening…"

Hayi stopped playing the piano, then suddenly pointed an air gun to her dad and pulled the trigger. 

"Ah!" Jiyong dodged just in time. "Whoah, easy there tiger. Its just me!"

"Appa! I thought you know how to read!" Hayi chastised her own father. "Personal space, remember?"

"Hayi! I'm your father!"

"That's the main reason!" Hayi insisted. Jiyong sighed and placed his hands on his waist but she wasn't done. "You can't just come in here because you'll find out that I at composing when you are so good at it!"

"Next time you point and shoot a gun at me, I'm going to spank you, young lady!"

"Then don't come in here!", came Hayi's frustrated voice. She was stubborn. But he was too, unfortunately. He walked closer to her and sat on the chair beside the piano. He beckoned his crazy daughter to him. She placed the gun down and walked to her dad.

"So this was what your Nana was complaining about? She told me she came here to clean up and you almost killed her."

"Dad, a rubber dart can't kill anyone. It will just stick into her forehead if she sticks her nose into my business." 

"She could have had a heart attack. She's pretty old. And if she's not here to take care of the both of us, who will do all the cooking, who will wash the clothes, clean the house, pull the weeds, feed Jolie, milk the cow…"

"We don't have a cow dad." Hayi rolled her eyes and Jiyong bit his cheeks to fight back his laughter.

"Still, who will do everything that Nana does if she gets sick because of you?"

"You?" Hayi asked and this time, Jiyong rolled his eyes at his daughter's insolence. Truthfully, sometimes it wasn't funny anymore. Jiyong shook his head to say no.

"Me?" Hayi pointed to herself. Jiyong nodded.

"How can you even point a gun at your dad?" Jiyong asked while tucking her hair behind her ear. "You're all I've got now. Do you still want to lose me?"

"Of course not…but…but you know how sensitive I am with my music. Its mine, like you said. I choose who can hear it." Hayi looked down and bit her lip.

"When are you even going to let me hear your songs? You never let me hear them. I thought you said you wanted to create music like me so I should teach you."

"You did teach me!"

"I still feel like I have a lot to teach you." Jiyong countered. Hayi sighed. Their stubbornness matched so well but he knew Hayi was no match for him and... "You're as