A/n: Please Star ⭐️ Love you... mwah

You watched your mother slowly strip a poster from the ceiling of your room. Angry and sore from your last day at Honolulu Dance, you let out a noise that would only come from a 7 year old being denied candy.

"Omma~"

I don't want to leave."

Your mother sighed and continued peeling the *Harry Potter* poster off your wall.

" Y/N, You're lucky I'm not shaving your hair off and sending you to military school after what you did."

You struggled to find an excuse, but     decided otherwise. Instead you looked at the crumbled TXT pamphlet on your lap.The school you had been    threatened  by after your countless "offenses," as your parents called them. There had been many, but none were even considered close to your most recent.

"It's not like I killed someone."

Your mother cursed suddenly and grabbed her finger.

You looked up, it was uncharacteristic for your mother to curse.

"Are you okay?"

It was quiet.

Your stomach tightened, regretting your phrase decision.

"I'm sor-"

"That boy almost died, Y/N... That living kid almost ceased to exist from this world- Don't you understand, get that through your thick skull!" Your mother's soft tone crescendoed after each word.

You bit your lip and attempted to stop the fat tear leaking from your right eye. TXT was starting to sound quite appealing compared to your bedroom right now.

It was finally quiet again, except for your mother's harsh breathing. She closed her eyes and sighed.

" just get your stuff together and be ready by 7. You're really not going to want to be here when his parents come."

You nodded and wiped your cheeks roughly, embarrassed that even at almost 16 years of age you couldn't help but cry.

-

Your room was stripped clean by 5 and your belongings were at the door before 7. You squatted beside your stuffed suitcase and twiddled your thumbs.

It was times like these you wish you had siblings or pets or loud neighbors even. Anything would suffice if you could focus on something other than yourself for at least a minute.

There was a few thumps before things began suddenly spilling down the stairs and to your feet. You look up to see your father standing frozen at the top of the stairs holding a box with a large tear near the bottom.

He catches your amused gaze and straightens up awkwardly, his tiny frame overwhelmed by the large box.

"Y/N-ah, princess~"

He fumbles down the stairs and gives you a half hug but with twice the affection as a real hug. You can't help but smile at his warmth.

"Help me get these suitcases in the car, yeah?"

You nodded and tried a small smile that failed miserably and turned out similar to that of a goat. Your father winced and stood up, bones you didn't even know existed cracking with every inch he moved. He must have noticed your worrisome looks because after picking up his own box he also grabbed one of yours.

"You don't want to be sore on the plane." He winked with both eyes.

Together you had managed to cram 3 overstuffed suitcases into your family's tiny Cooper. You sighed and wiped the sweat beads off your forehead, the Hawaii average heat was something you would miss, despite your love hate relationship.

Your father squinted at his phone and his hazel-grey eyes went from calm to terrified in a nanosecond.

"Your omma- your plane- We should probably get going now." He stuttered and smiled nervously, shutting the trunk with great effort.

-

You had about 14 minutes to get from your car to the gateway, so goodbyes were short and simple. There were no tears, just you running shoeless with no sense of direction towards what you could only assume was the plane to Korea.

Luckily, your Topographical Agnosia didn't get the best of you, and you could see the HNL ---> PUS flashing on the virtual sign behind the flight attendant's desk. You sighed and walked to the massive wall-sized window and began to put your shoes on.

" The flight from Honolulu to Busan will begin boarding in five minutes- Passengers with children aged 3 and below may board first."

You paused as an idea crossed your mind, if you wanted, you could miss your flight and stay in Hawaii. You shook your head, you had never directly disobeyed your parents and the thought made you want to kick yourself. Quickly, you tied your shoelaces and gathered your items: backpack and boarding ticket.

You stood in line, there was a large family in front of you with several bags overflowing with Hawaii souvenirs. Tourists. You chuckled softly and looked down at your own sweatshirt and sweatpants with WAIKIKI stamped on the fabric, you probably owned more Hawaii merchandise then the group in front of you.

After numerous missing toy dolphins and tickets and 3 children having simultaneous meltdowns, the family that was previously charming and now more annoying than the person that eats the last slice of pizza, had proceeded through the tunnel leading to the plane.

You handed your ID and boarding ticket to the flight attendant who smiled sweetly at you, an expression you did not return. Oblivious to your introverted self, the flight attendant continued to press you.

"Did you enjoy your stay?"

She stared at you, apparently willing to hold up the line until you answered. You nodded and flashed a *fake smile*.

Your stomach growled and immediate regret filled your body as you remembered the Kalua Pork stand you ran by. Just thinking of the savory meal made your mouth water. You were suddenly forced forward by a swift kick from behind your seat.

You turned your head to look at the kid behind you and the older boy beside her.

" Please don't kick my seat, it's rude."

The older boy lifted his head from the window and glanced at you. He whispered something into the younger kid's ear and went back to his sleeping position.

The little girl growled at you and you turned around uncomfortably. You plugged your earbuds into your phone and shut your eyes tightly. 11 hours. No big deal. Not a problem.

Your stomach growled again.

-

His eyes wandered around the room and met your's..... he looked surprised. Excited. You blinked at the heap of clothes beside him from your spot in the closet, you couldn't believe what you were witnessing. He took a step forward across the floor and stopped, the creaking noise coming from below him was unbearable.

You couldn't remember where you were or what happened that caused you to get there, but you were here now, and there was no way out without him catching you.

The entire game started 6 years ago, you had started it and others added on. It sounded like a brilliant plan that involved your newest interest, older boys. Everyone in the neighborhood loved the idea of hide and seek tag in Waikiki, even tourists would join at times. It wasn't until the older kids joined that the contract was installed, or the rules.

In a regular game of tag, nobody would want to be it. But this was Waikiki tag, where "it" can do whatever they want with their catch. Each summer, a new "it" was chosen by the previous "its" and a new game started. It was the 3rd game where the newest and most dangerous rule was added to the contract.

The "tattle rule" AKA the " you tell and we ruin your life rule" was implemented after the "its" started to do some pretty terrible things to their catches. Nothing was very extreme, according to the seniors, but it wasn't something you would want to go through.

You had never been it, despite being the creator of the original game, and had previously concluded that the game was rigged by the older kids.

The "it's" identity was never revealed to the rest of the players, to avoid self incrimination. It was only when he opened the doors to the closet that the game changed forever.

-

"Unnie?! Unnie!!!"

You gasped and slammed your face into the seat in front of you.

"My nose..." Tears brimmed your eyes as you pinched the nonexistent bridge of your nose.

The little girl and her brother from the seat behind you were staring at you from the aisle, there was a flight attendant next to them.

"Miss... the flight is unloading now. Please grab your things... you're holding up the line."

You gaped and quickly grabbed your things. Did I really sleep that long...

You limped as fast as possible on your half-asleep legs and scurried to the nearest restaurant table to throw your stuff on. You panted heavily and collapsed on to the chair. The Busan to Seoul flight was an hour away and it had been 11 hours since your last meal, so you were starving. You looked around for a money exchange booth. You needed Won and you needed it fast.

Faster than Kim Kuk-Young you exchanged your money and made your way back to your table. Something was missing.

"Omo!! My boarding ticket!"

You shoved the won in your wallet and started to search beneath the chairs frantically.

"Excuse me? Is this yours?"

You sprung up and collided with the chin of a very tall teenage boy, you shrunk back down holding your head.

The boy rubbed his chin with a look of extreme pain and squatted beside you.

"You shouldn't leave your boarding ticket just lying around you know."

He handed the ticket to you. You looked at him, very surprised as to how informal his speech was.

"You must be really sure that your my senior with that kind of talk..." You quickly took the ticket from his large hand.

" Well I must be if this is your first year at TXT." he smirked.

Your jaw dropped. Who is this kid?! A stalker...? Should I be scared???

He noticed your look of bewilderment and picked up the crumpled TXT pamphlet that must have fallen out of your sweatpant pocket.

"oh..."

You rubbed your neck with embarrassment and looked back at him.

"Is your chin okay? I didn't expect you to be so close, sorry."

He nodded and smiled.

"I'm Choi Yeonjun, you can call me sunbae though."

"Oh, ok Sunbaenim."

"He's not your senior"

Yeonjun and you turned to look at a girl with bright pink hair standing above the two of you.

"He's just old."

Yeonjun looked bashful, a trait you never would have guessed the scruffy haired boy to have. They must know each other.

"Oh, Hi Noona. How was your summer?"

She smiles sweetly at him.

"It was good, lots of dancing. "

You glanced up after hearing your favorite activity.

She sighed and looked at you.

"Who's this then?"

They both look at you.

"Jeong Y/N... I'm new. First year..." You said shyly, barely making eye contact with the gorgeous girl in front of you.

"Aw! I'm Park Chae-Young, but just call me Unnie! I'm a senior at TXT." She kneeled to whisper into your ear, but loud enough for Yeonjun to hear.

"Don't be fooled by him, he's been held back twice." She laughed wholeheartedly and despite being a straight girl, your stomach fluttered.

"Ya!" He squeaked, voice cracking.

You and Chae-Young exchanged looks and giggled.

Yeonjun looked annoyed but couldn't help but grin at the girls giggling in front of him.

Chae-young looked at her phone then at you.

"Have you eaten? I want to buy you a meal as your senior before my plane leaves in an hour."

She glanced at Yeonjun momentarily before reaching into her bag.

"You too, Yeonjun. You're too skinny."

Yeonjun looked at you and shrugged.

"Oh wow.. Thank you! I haven't eaten in 12 hours...." You laughed

The students looked at you with terrified eyes.

"Oh no! Why? Are you on a diet? I won't tell... you look really skinny though.."

You shook your head.

"I forgot to eat on the plane to Korea. I'm from Hawaii."

Chae-young looked at you with great interest.

"That is so interesting! I'm from Australia originally."

Yeonjun helped you gather your things into your bag.

"Thanks... so should we speak informally now? As friends?" You suggest.

He pauses for a moment before holding out his hand. You stare at it awkwardly, before handing him your fist. He furrows his eyebrows into an amused expression at your frozen fist but nonetheless bumps it.

Yeonjun took your boarding ticket and your duffel bag. You watched him carefully.

"Um... What are you doing?"

He looked at you with his large eyes. WOW WHAT OKAY SIR STOP

You fumbled around and dropped your phone.

"It's kind of obvious... but you're a mess. As your Oppa, I'm here to help you out."

You started to choke on your tongue.

Hey... So, sorry I had no idea where to start or end this...

I honestly am so clueless when it comes to writing. Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine so far except Y/n and Y/n's family/hawaii friends. Anyways... PLEASE STAR and leave comments/feedback. I love you guys...