As her words came, my tears became heavier.

My mother jogged over to the table where she kept the car keys and then ran into the living room.

Obviously to talk to my father.

She was gone about 5 minutes but at a time like this it seemed forever!

Then she re-emerged.

“Let’s get going!” she said, grabbing one of my bags.

I took the other and we walked out to the car.

Chucking them onto the back seats, we were quick to set off.

For the first 15 or so minutes in the car neither I or my mother spoke a word.

I was waiting for her to ask.

Ask about something involving the situation.

And of course that’s exactly what she did.

“Hyun Ah…” She spoke softly.

I turned and looked at her.

“Yes, mum?”

She kept her eyes glued straight ahead on the road but I could tell she was thinking deeply.

“Do you love Ye Sung?”

I gulped.

“Mum,, I…urmm… “ I didn’t know what to say.

“It’s a simple enough question, Hyun Ah! Surely you know the answer by now!”

I bit my lip. “I think I do.”

“You think? Well, I think you better be sure.”

I took a deep breath and thought for a moment.

“Okay…I’m sure.”

“And you’re prepared to get engaged at such a young age?”

I swallowed thinking about what I was getting myself into.

“I am.”

Then, my mother let out a smile.

“As long as you’re happy.” She mumbled.

Shortly after we arrived at the airport.

“I’ll take your bags and check you in, go find Ye Sung!”

I nodded and jumped out the car.

I ran up to the entrance as fast as possible.

Once I was in, there was a chaos of people walking in every direction.

I looked around hopelessly.

No sign of Ye Sung.

I took out my phone and called his number.

Within a second he answered it.

He must have been waiting.

“Where are you!?” I cried.

There was a pause.

“I’m coming to you.” He said calmly.

“W-what? Where are you? Can you see me?” I glanced around desperately searching for him.

“Don’t worry, I’m coming.”

His words sounded victorious as if he’d just won a game of some sort.

I span around on the spot.

And then I saw him.

His jet black hair stood out from the rest of the mostly blonde scotts.

He held the phone to his ear, as I did mine.

“Ah, you see me.” He said smiling.

At that point I ran up to him.

I jumped into his arms, clinging to him with every ounce of my energy.

After what seemed to be a while, we were starting to get looks from other people around us.

Ye Sung finally let me down.

I looked up at him with tears in my eyes.

Then, I slapped him.

He tumbled backwards, shocked.

“What the-!?”

“HOW COULD YOU!? Running away like that! You’re such a drama queen! I even told you to give me a little time but you still went and left!”

My anger grew with every word.

Ye Sung Laughed.

“It was my plan.”

“PLAN!?”

He nodded and moved forward.

“And look! It worked!”

He reached out for my shoulders and pulled me closer.

He kissed me on the lips and my anger disappeared.

I couldn’t stay angry at him.

It was meant to be…