My luggage stood beside me, my pink backpack hook on my back. “Move, fast.” Dongwoon cried out, pulling me.

                I paused at the doorway, looked through the broken door. For so long, these walls were my little wall. I always dreamed of leaving it, but there’s still doubtness inside me. Finally, I could waved up high and cried, Good Bye, Dad! Maybe forever.

                We get into a cab and drove right away to the airport. “Don’t worry. You’ll be okay.” Dongwoon muttered, putting my head on his shoulder.

                At that very moment, my heart was pumping like crazy that I have to hold on my chest.

                As soon as we step on the airport tiles, “What are you wearing?” I gazed at him putting on his hoody and black sunglasses, like he was some kind of artist trying to disguise himself.

                “This is just--,” he clear his throat, “Airport style.” He turned, pulling his luggage toward the scanning machine. Yea right. I tailed behind him.

                After an hour waiting, we finally board on airplane, heading to Seoul. Throughout the journey in the sky, he taught me Korean language. In 3 hours flight, I’m done learning it. Hey, I haven’t told you that I’m a fast learner, did I?

                But of course, I need more practice. Like they say, practice makes perfect.

           The cheered followed me, or so I thought. For a short moment, I felt like an artist, pulled up my shoulder, walk like Tyra Banks and smile my sweetest smile. :D “What are you smiling at?” Dongwoon snapped me out of my imagination, giggling.

                “Walk faster. I need to get rid of this fans.” He mumbled away. It’s not like they are your fans. I thought innocently, blushed.