So now I'm at a French international airport, holding onto a phone that's practically dead, carrying some old carrier bag that I don't even know where it came from. Damn it, Kang Yeo-ju, I don't even have roaming enabled.
"Oh shit...what should I do?"
Having decided to travel the world only to find myself on a plane to France just one day later, I'm stuck in a French airport, with nowhere to stay, clutching my dead phone. Shit, shit... Am I really that crazy?
"Hah... maybe I should sleep out?"
Besides, the only thing I had packed in my suitcase was a few 500 won coins, a few 1,000 won bills, a toothbrush, and toothpaste. Seriously, Kang Yeo-ju, you're one crazy bitch.
As I was desperately looking around, I heard a very familiar sound in this place where I had only heard unfamiliar sounds.
"Oh, Taehyung, let's check in to the hotel first."
"Is that so?"
It was Korean. Korean, the language created by our proud King Sejong. In a place where only foreign languages were spoken, hearing my mother tongue made me feel a sense of closeness to these people whose names I didn't even know. And the hotel. I was going to a hotel that I hadn't even looked for, let alone made a reservation. I feel so bad for them, but I have to cling to them. My spontaneous personality and limited sociability, please come out. Put your pride aside.
Yes, Kang Yeo-ju. You can do it. After all the shit you've done in the past.
So I slowly approached them and said with a kind smile.
"Hello? If there's any spare room, can I go to the hotel with you??"
".....yes..?"
It was the moment when an unbreakable, tenacious relationship between me and them began.
Character introduction
Kang Yeo-ju / 24 years old
Special characteristics: Completely lazy, choleric
Jeon Jungkook/ ??se
significant: ?????
Kim Taehyung/??se
significant:?????
S..Please send me a text