"We are arriving at Incheon International Airport in South Korea. Current time is 4:45pm KST and the temperature is 4° celcius. Please collect and recheck your belonging. Pilots and flight attendances are welcoming you to South Korea and we wish you a merry christmas and a happy new year. See you on another flight. Thank you"

***

"Cheers"

"Congratulation"

"You nailed it, boy"

"Welcome to the real world hahahaha"

"Enjoy your free time for a while, then find a descent job, okay"

***

"Eugh," I let out a loud sigh as I'm throwing myself on the bed. What a day today. I'm looking at the ceiling as I'm recalling things happened today. My graduation day from university. A big smile is drawing on my face. All hardwork during these past 3 years successfully paid off.

Beside my graduation, the after party with my closest friends was awesome. Those friends I have for more than 5 years threw a big party for me and my friend's graduation day today. Surely me and Yugyeom are their favorite brats to spoiled.

While still recalling things happened today, my phone suddenly rings. I want to ignore it, but the caller seems to needing me so much that it's calling me for the third time already. So I reach to my coat which is laying on the floor near to my bed and get my phone from one of its two pocket.

"Jinyoung hyung?" I read the name of the caller as it's written as 'GOT7's Park Jinyoung' on my display phone, "Hm I wonder," then I slide the accepting call logo as its still ringing.

"Bam? It's me," Jinyoung hyung said from accross the phone.

"Yes, what is it, hyung?" I answer him.

"You'll be shocked if you hear this," he said excitedly.

I'm raising an eyebrow, "What is it?"

"Mark hyung is here,"

I froze.

"Mark hyung is back to Korea," he said it clearly.

I'm still frozing. Loss of words.

"He's here in my apartment, if you're asking," Jinyoung hyung keeps talk.

Silent.

Silent.

"Bam? Bambam?"

I'm taking a deep long breath, "Thanks, hyung," I said after letting out my breath deeply.

The call ended.

I'm sitting on my bed. Trying to put myself together after hearing that information.

He's back. That hyung is back. After these past 4 years with no news about him, he's now back. In this country, in this city. After these years I never expext he'll be back cause he seems to forgetting us. The first couple years since he left I'm still believing he'll be back, that's why I have a lot of prepared scenes and words to welcome him, but now it has been 4 years, I have not expectation that he'll be back, but now he's here. I have nothing prepared to welcoming him. But one thing for sure, the feeling I have for him is still here. After all these years, it was deserted, but it start to bloom again.

***

 "Thank you for coming and sharing your story, Mr Bhuwakul, we will contact you again in 3 days,"

After said my greetings, I walk off of the interview room. It has been 2 months since I graduated that I have the urge to find a job for me to continue my life in Korea or I have to go back to Thailand as I promised my parents. I appliead as a dance teacher at JYP dance school, the dance school I went before I attendes university. As a former students, I believe I'll pass and will be accepted, even though I'm competing with my bestfriend, Yugyeom, for a same position.

I'm walking down the pavement of the street to enjoy the spring afternoon. It's March now and still cold, but flowers are starting to bloom and the weather is really nice for a walk. Spring is actually my favorite season of the year.

I stopped by at a coffee shop to get myself a glass of warm tea latte. After I got my order, I walk down back at the pavement. Currently have no where to go, I let my foot just surprise me on where I might end up.

I'm turning left after a couple blocks from the coffee shop before and there I see him walking to my direction a few metres away from me, but I still can see him clearly around many people passing this street. Wearing a nice black suits and a broken white shirt behind his shirt. He looks so formal, so professional, like a rich business man. I automatically stopped and have my eyes fixed on him who is walking closer toward my direction. I keep my face pokering unintentionally, but I see him with his face smile sweetly. It has been many years passed, but I still remember that smile from the day I first saw him on the dance class many years ago.

A cold breeze passing me by as he's walking passed me as if he doesn't see me or even recognize me. I turn myself back to see his back walking away, then turn to the right on the corner I passed before.

Am I invisible?

***

 "Bambam, come please, it's my farewell party," Yugyeom is still begging on the other side of the phone line as Bambam is still insisting to not going to come to Yugyeom's farewell party, "Why do you even try to avoiding him, he's one of us after all,"

"I'm not avoiding him," Bambam said.

"Yes, then why after I told he's coming, you suddenly refuse to come huh? You haven't even seen him once after he's back,"

"I saw him once, but he ignored me, remember?"

"That's a month ago and as