"Welcome to Incheon International Airport!"

The PA System Ground Attendant courteously announced.

"For connecting flights to Jeju Island, kindly proceed to the Airport Railroad Station located at Level B1 [ Basement 1 ]."

"Passengers are advised to take the ALL-STOP-TRAIN until the Gimpo [ Seoul ] International Airport Station."

"Kindly move forward to the 2nd Floor Luggage Check-in Area before proceeding to the 3rd Floor Domestic Flights Departure Area."

"Please accomplish this within the allowable 3-hour timetable."

"Boarding Time for Jeju Air Flight 7C133 B738 will be at exactly 07:00 PM."

"Thank You for Flying Korea Air!"

"Yeoboseyo Incheon!"

I greeted the Airport with a sigh.

"We finally meet again!"

I don't know if I should be relieved or scared or both. I can't believe I'm back.

Wow, Korea!
How long has it been?
4 or 5 years?

Oh man, it's indeed way too long.

How come it kindda feels weird.
Like something's about to happen.

Everything seems so familiar & yet it's not.

It's like déjà vu rolled into a premonition fusion of some sort.

Ugh, to be honest, this experience feels so new.
So raw,
So different.
So . . . Whatever.

I glanced at my watch and noticed that I can still grab a bite.

I guess it's time to look for some . . . TTEOKBOKKI!!!

I've been craving for it since I left my country's Departure Area 4 hours ago.

I was about to get my mobile device from the back portion of my trousers so that I could check the food spots in the area when suddenly a pair of rowdy teenage girls appeared in front of me out of nowhere while fooling around with their . . . wait . . . what?!?

HAIRDRYER?!?

Are my eyes deceiving me?
Is this a new thing in Korea now or am I just really outta whack?!?

WHA-PAM!!!

It felt like I just rammed into a friggin' brick wall.

"DODAECHE!!!"

I blurted out loud, as my phone went flying into the air then crashing onto the floor of the baggage reclaim area.

Whew! Thank goodness I purchased an Otterbox mobile protective casing before leaving the country or else I'd be totally screwed.

"Joesonghabnida! Jebar yongseohae juseyo oppa!!!"

The short-haired girl in some sort of state-of-shock stance blurted out loudly as she started to bow her head real' low.

Her long-haired partner in crime did the same while weakly uttering everything in Japanese,

"Sumimasen! Moushiwake gozaimasen! Sumimasen!"

A hundred bows after, she clumsily ran towards the direction of my dilapidated phone.

Holy Crapezoid, I just remembered, my poor phone.
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