Yakira meaning: Precious
Origin: Hebrew

Yuko meaning: Superior Child
Origin: Japanese
( '◕㉨◕）Story Time (✿◕㉨◕)

I ran as fast as I could. Feet aching from being abused on the concrete. I had woken up excited, couldn't wait to actually see BlackPink in real life instead of through computer screen, but I was convinced I was cursed.

I had woken up the morning five minutes later than what I had set my alarm clock to and had to throw on what ever I could get my hands on, then throwing everything that came to mind to take into my bag, not being much because my mind had decided to quite on me in the middle of packing. Frustrated I slipped on what ever was at my front door and ran as fast ad I could towards my destination.

So, wearing a neon pink long sleeve shirt with navy blue leggings on and a pair of black flip flops I was running down central street towards the airport for a flight, that I was late for, to see my favorite girl group perform the next day. Luck was against me, that's for sure.

As soon as I saw the airport in sight, I sped up, now shoving people out of the way while yelling a sorry in their direction.

"Finally!" I yelled at myself as I burst through the doors of the airport. Resting for a few minutes at the entrance while breathing heavily, bent over, and sweating buckets.

As I continued my run, I made through the receptionist,and security with a lot of hoping around and yelling at the security officer for making me wait longer, so he could pat me down 'because I looked suspicious', but finally made it on my final stretch to the gate entrance.

"Hello" The gatekeeper lady smiled sweetly in amusement. She had dark brown hair that went down to her shoulders with bangs hanging over her forehead. She was wearing a navy blue blazer with a matching vest and a long sleeve button up shirt underneath. She had a scarf of different colors on and a navy blue skirt on.

"Hi." I said blandly, wanting to rush onto the airplane as soon as possible. I handed over my ticket in a rushed manner.

She looked at it for several minutes then hole punched it and smiled at me, but when I went to take the tickets out of her hand she wouldn't let go. I stared at her confused, she leaned forward still with the same smile on her face.

"I know you."

My eyes widened, taking a step back out of shock, I stare at her. "W-what?"

I curse myself internally for stuttering in such a crucial situation. What if she saw that as a weakness and attacked?

"You're the one that does dance covers, right?" Her eyes squinting as she stared at me, looking me up and down.
(A\N: This is pure fiction lmao)

"Yeah. Ho-how did you know?" I hesitantly said trying to slowly move forward with my tickets, not wanting to be rude, but she wouldn't let them go.

Suddenly, her expression darkened. She glared at me with hate in her eyes. "Stop." She said simply. She finally let my tickets go and I made a mad dash across the bridge and on the plane.

I quickly plop into me seat, eyes wide and breathing heavily once again while getting stares from several people seated around me.

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A\N:

Yeah, I thickened the plot a lot while writing this.

Word Count: 600

Not as many words as I had hoped for. ;-;

Hope you like it! 💜