Finally I'm here! Seoul!

Our plane just landed and despite the fact that I haven't really seen anything yet, I'm already excited.

Just being on the same part of the earth of the idols I've always looked up to makes me shiver.

Out of the airplane:

Quickly thanking the aircraft crew I hurried joyfully into the airport building. It was like any other airport except it was huge.
The ceiling was covered in tiny lights and it had many beams going through each other. Creating a spider web above my head. While admiring the airport my nose picked up a pleasant scent.
Apparently it was from a small cafe not far from where I was standing.
'Food, I need food.'
And without a second thought I made my way into the cafe.

At the cafe:
" Hello," greeted me a young lady, maybe about the age of 25.
" What can I get for you today?" she continued.
" I'd like a Caramel Macchiato with a Cinnamon Bun please," I replied shyly.
" Comming right up!" She announced cheerfully.

Even though I studied Korean diligently I still couldn't get used to the thought of speaking it. Let alone with strangers. Not like I know anyone though.....
" Here's your order."
" Thank you."
To eat my so-called breakfast I picked a clean table in the very corner of the cafe. I didn't want to get noticed by anyone, nor did I want to attract attention to myself because right now, all I need to do is relax and call my mom telling her that I made it safe.

"Wait......," I said as I surfed through my pockets with my hands.
"Where is my phone? Did I leave it by the cash register?" I unhid myself from out of my corner and stood in front of the cash register.
" Not here...," I said sounding disappointed walking back to my corner and getting seated.
" Just where did it go? Hold up....did I leave it on the airplane??" I thought as my eyes widened.
" No, it couldn't be." I remember clearly having it in my hands while leaving the air ship on which I arrived.
" Where is it," I wondered worriedly.
And that's when it hit me.
Flashback:
While admiring the spider web when I entered the airport, being the simpleton I am, I took a couple of pictures and thought that I placed my mobile phone back into the right pocket of my beige coat. As soon as the smell of food overcame me I somehow, with the mind of a genius, missed my pocket and my source of life fell. Right onto the floor. But because my sense of smell won over my sense of hearing I just didn't seem to notice the loud "bang" that my phone made.
End of flashback:
After processing while happened without a care in the world and not to mention, without finishing my Macchiato I zoomed out of the cafe.
Weird? Ungraceful? At the moment those things didn't matter to me.
All that mattered is my phone which probably has 100 missed calls from my worried mother.
I scanned the ceiling making sure I was standing under the exact beam that I took a photo of. To my luck it was the place but when I looked down at the floor to my disappointment my phone wasn't there.
" Great now what?" I muttered to myself.

Finding the phone:
Almost two hours have passed and still no phone. I've asked help from security and the lost and found. Even that didn't find it. I've looked everywhere possible. In every nook and cranny. No luck. I guess being in the place of your dreams doesn't always make you lucky.
"Miss," called out the security from earlier, "unfortunately we weren't able to find your phone. We did all we could." He gave me a look of pity.
"I'm sorry for the trouble I have caused," I apologized.
" No no. Don't worry about that."
After seeing the pained expression on my face his eyes softened and lips formed into a smile, " Please come back tomorrow. It's possible that we may find it by then." he reassured me.
"Thank you for your help."
And with a goodbye he left.

" How dumb can I possibly be?!" I cursed at myself while slowly dragging my sore feet towards the exit.
" First phone, then what? Brains? I don't know if I even have them now I-"
Just then a male silhouette caught my eye.
He wore a denim cap with a back mask that covered the bottom part of his face. A matching denim jacket covered his broad shoulders accompanied by a pair of what looked-like black skinny jeans. Along with simple pair of timberlands on his feet.
" Why does that style look so familiar?" I questioned.
" Hold on a second," I rubbed my eyes, " is that what I think it is?"
In the male's right hand was a phone. The phone was covered in a bright pink case with the face of a bunny engraved on the back.
" My phone?"

A/N:Hello everyone, author-nim here!
I hope you liked reading this chapter of ' Jeon Jungkook.' 💟
Please look forward to future chapters for, I have something very interesting planned ahead.
💜Until next time💜