Tomorrow is the day where you will be flying to London to pursue your studies in Creative Writing. Your parents had paid a lot to allow you to continue your studies overseas. You sat quietly on your bed as you stare at the BIGBANG poster on your wall. What if tomorrow you get to meet one of the BIGBANG members by coincidence? Or meet G-Dragon?

      "What are you staring at?" your younger sister, Naeun asked as she entered. "BIGBANG poster?"

      "Yeah. What happens if I bumped into them tomorrow at the airport?" you looked at your sister, grinning away.

      "What a delusional fan," she scoffed and sat next to you.

      "I don't get to go to their concerts before, or fanmeets. It won't hurt if I get to meet them at least in person," you told her.

      "Well, if you ask me, meeting them in the airport is something called extremely delusional. Besides, you planned to be a composer in YG after you graduate, right?" she looked at you.

      "Depends on the situation," you answered her. "3 years in London. Wow.."

      "3 years is long enough to change your life," she answered.

      "Probably," you uttered and heaved a sigh.

      "I hoped you get to meet G-Dragon Oppa tomorrow at the airport," she said with sarcasm before crawling to her bed.

      "I'd rather spend 12 hours with him on flight," you told her off before lying down on your bed.

      "Shut up and go to bed!" she threw her bolster on your head. "Now give me back."

      "Take yourself!" you took the pillow and threw it towards the closed door.

      "Aish, annoying unnie," she uttered and went to grab her bolster.

      "I love you too," you smiled as you watched her take her bolster and hit your head again before going to her bed again. 

You gave your parents each another hug before proceeding to your sister and hugged her as well. They gave a smile and a peck on your cheek before you made your way to the departure hall. You waved them goodbye one last time before finally making your way towards the immigration clearance. Once cleared, you begin to stroll around the departure hall. Everything is luxurious and expensive here. You looked around, unsure what to do. As you walked around aimlessly, you caught a familiar figure. He was a black t-shirt and jeans, with a green flannel outerwear. He has a pair of red Air Jordan on his feet and his hair was hidden in his snapback. His eyes was hidden behind his shades as he held his bag and passport together in a hand. It can't be, right? It has to be a dream. You shrugged it off and went to a nearby café and sat there. It can't be him. How can it be him when there are no fans outside earlier? You remained seated there for a few more minutes before walking off to Gate 8. If it is really him, you had just missed a hell out of an opportunity to meet him.