Parco Tei

First meeting

How did I end up like this?
Changing my wet clothes, I am recalling one by one the memories which were created today on this plane. I Am wondering If someone else was at my place, would he be changing his clothes in this tiny toilet? Don't try to put someone else in this matter.
Since life is really full of good and bad surprises, thinking about this it's useless.
Getting out of the toilet dry and changed, I discover the stewardess waiting me with a towel.
"Here"
"Thank you"
"And I am sorry for what happened"
"It's okay, having another set of clothes comes to be useful."
It can't be worse than this.
"Why do you walk with another set of clothes anyway?"
"My daily life forces me to"
If I knew my clothes will end up like this, I would have react differently. 
" By the way who is he?" I said pointing at the seat.
I wonder if knowing the answer will makes me feel better.
"You really don't know Park Jinyoung?"
"Do I have to?"
"He's a really famous korean artist."
This explains all the movements since the beginning of the flight.
 Oh God save me, what did you not send me the message more quickly to brace myself for the future happenings.
Anyway I am aware now.
"He booked a ticket for this flight at the last minute and knowing his situation I thought that if he was next to you he will not be bothered."
"Yes but now it's me who is bothered."
"I know and I am so sorry for that "
I think no one would have been able to predict what happened. 
"And do you know the girl who approached me?"
"Acquaintance she's in her phase fangirling."
"Often It's not just a phase."
Even though I don't really know the concept of fangirling I can understand the act of loving someone. This new information reminds me something.
"So all of the people on the plane know him."
"No just  your surroundings."
Is it luck or not? How do I take this information?
The rest of the flight will give me the answer.
"And the stewardess?"
"In another section of the plane, her desire of relationship fell into the wrong man."
And I fell into the wrong flight. 
What a way to begin my journey.
"And again Sorry but I have to go"
"And again being splashed by water it's better than anything else."

"Excuse me."
Again this high-pitched voice.
Unlike before, the girl became shy and timid. The water splash has traumatized her. 
The pride expression appears to have vanished from her face.
"그 사람이 왜 좋아?"
"내?"
"At your expression I don't think you are the type to make bold request to someone you don't know."
"How did you notice?"
My question appears to have destroy the proud face she had until now. As much as you like someone, to have the balls to make this kind of request to a complete stranger is courageous and strange.
 "노래 좋고, 춤 잘하고..."
"아니, 인간으로서"

Returning at my seat, I glance at the one who is indirectly responsible from my situation. Sensing my existence, the famous Park Jinyoung get up from his seat and let me rejoin mine.
Once at my seat, I realize that the drops of water has already been cleaned. 
Maybe one of the stewardess.
Opening my computer, I play back the missed episode of  Love Naggers. But I am not able to really focus on the episode now since my problem has become bigger.
"테이 씨"
Again this sweet voice, deep inside I hope to have just imagined hearing this voice again.
"박 테이 씨"
상상 아니구나. 
 Closing my eyes 2,3,4,5 seconds, I open it back to properly face my neighbor.
As I have already seen before, we can easily qualify this  famous artist as handsome.
He has features women usually like, manly and strangely cute .
Anyway a face which attract problem.
"하지마세요"
"내?"
Confusion, Yes confusion is showing all over his face. I don't wait for an apology or anything else. Resting during the rest of the flight is the only thing that I want right now.
"Read"
More confused.
"Unlike me this book deserves that you spent your time on. It's more interesting than providing an unnecessary excuses."
My look goes from his eyes to the book several times . Fortunately he appears to have understand my comment. At least the first five seconds since he suddenly closes the book and turn completely his body towards me.
"But I think you deserve excuses."
"And I think this book don't deserve all the excuse of the world."
Wait we are moving away of the subject.
"Reading my book will not makes me forget that you were completely splashed by water."
"Do I wear wet clothes?"
My question seems to have shaken him off. Actually Me either, the direction of this conversation is going nowhere.
"I just wanted to tell you that I am sorry for what happened."
"And I just want to tell you that it's a waste of time to apologize for something no one has control on it."
"Which is?"
"Gravity."
With this I sense that we find the end note to our conversation.
Feeling that Love Naggers will not put me at ease mentally, I open my file full of videos and try to edit  one I took when I was in New-York. 
Editing, another passion of mine aside taking pictures. Since I have been teenager going to a trip and making videos of my environment makes me feel lucky to know that I am living in this world. As the world living differently, my surroundings appears to be also different.
Searching the look alike and the difference makes the trip more interesting.
Will South Korea give me the same feeling?
"Hum Hum"
I slightly move my head to the left hoping I am imagining things again.
 왜 또?
"Sorry to interrupt you but I wanted to know what my fan told you when you were over there?"
와!! 너 때리고싶다.
Maybe I am bad-tempered to think about violence , trying to suppress my desire to hit him I return to my videos. A few minutes later  I understand that If I want to not be bothered again answering him will not kill me.
"She apologized and I came back to my seat."
"아닌것 같은데, 대화가 길게 하고.....
Listen and your time will be wasted.
This is the only thought which suppress me to hit the one babbling next to me.
"내 말 듣고있어요?"
One touch, I can feel the warmth of his hand touching my cloth.
The slight glance I did to my forearm gives him the hint to remove his hand from me.
"Sorry I didn't mean to"
He really sounds embarrassed by his action. Oh cute and lost of words. 
Turning again my body towards him I quietly answer him:
"박 진영 씨"
"내?"
"끝이야."
"뭐?"
"끝이라고"