"Have you ever thought,
How the world might look like
Tomorrow?
Have you ever wondered,
If it'll be a lover
Or a Ghost?

If it'll jump for a warm hug,
Or if it feels cold?
If it'll accompany you,
Or abandon you alone?
If you'll be together,
Or way far?

I wonder this,
Frequently;
If the world is what it is,
Or just a survival test for me.
If people neglect me purposely,
Or were never to be my priority.

Life has quite some struggles,
Quite some sufferings.
But what's the fun in a life
With zero risks?

Life is an exam sheet,
Don't give up.
It's difficult yet easy,
With its own business and
Beauty.

Tomorrow is just another
Question,
A new Beginning..."

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Breathing the fresh scent of a new place has always been my favourite. There were a ton of people, some rushing to the checkout, some preparing to board. Some were there, shedding tears and some hugged eachother.

They were all busy with their lives, with some running for a buisness meeting and some just seeing their loved once fly distances away.

Some stood near the security deposit and some where like me, waiting for their cab to arrive.

Unlike many people, I am attracted to studying everyone's faces rather than scrolling through my phone.

My anthology of poems was still in my hand as I pulled my two large suitcases along with my duffle bag, towards the exit where my cab waited for me.

The driver helped me to put my luggage in the boot as I sat on the backseat, keeping my backpack on my lap.

I kept my poetry notebook inside my bag and took my phone out. Uncle Lee had already asked Antonella to book the cab for me, and being a forever perfectionist, the cab reached not even a minute late.

I opened my contacts and dialed Uncle Lee to inform the old man, that I'm no more a baby and have safely landed.

After some minutes of listening to him speak about how happy he is for me, I finally got the opportunity to gaze at the beauty of the city.

Seoul was pretty different from the States. It was much cleaner. The people were busy in their worlds. The highway had a rush of several cars.

We started towards the residential town of Seong-pa, Gangnam-gu. I pulled my earphones out and played another song on the playlist which never pauses.

The scenery outside the car looked like a hill station in California. It was pretty cold here and the warm sunlight felt cozy. I love the apricity of the day.

The driver knocked my senses back. "Sir, we're here."

"Oh, thank you!" I brushed my oversized hoodie and got down as the driver helped me get my stuff out.

"Ah! A little soft for that duffle bag. It has my art stuff." The driver nodded with a smile and put it on my suitcase, much lightly.

I pulled my wallet out from my back pocket and paid him his charge. I took a deep breath and studied the neighborhood with pretty houses.

I started walking towards the gates of the large cotton peach coloured house with Scottish windows.

This house belonged to my aunt, Aunt Lee, and my late mother. They spent the whole of their childhood here. It has still remained the same, even after the immense struggle to freedom.

Now my cousin, Antonella, stays here. She shifted to this place when she was 18, to study Photography in Seoul National University.

I did my honours degree in the University of California, Berkeley. Now here I am for my Master's degree, in the same place as hers.

Oh! In this all, I forgot introducing myself. Yeah, so I am Jeon Jungkook, son of Jeon Jungmyung and Lee Yoonha. I have been brought up by my uncle and a caretaker, with my cousin and am currently a senior high, master degree student in the department of Fine Arts.

Inhaling a certain warmth, I opened the huge old gate and walked to the main door. Antonella loves this place and has taken a great care of it ever since she became the owner.

The garden was decorated with white Hawthorn plants, at every corner and a variety of flowers in between.

They also had a fountain and a bird bath. Wow, this place alone stands as a epitome of beauty. I came to the perfect place.

I was appreciating the beauty of mansion when the door unlocked and a shorty bear jumped on me with a rib cracking hug.

"Kook!" She cheered.

"Hey, noona!" I left my suitcase and hugged her back.

"How was the journey?" She asked.

"It was comfortable. I mean, if someone like you, books a flight for me, in the first class, how would it be uncomfortable?"

"Aww! Whatever, come in. I've been waiting for you so long." She helped me pull my bags with her as I followed her inside.

She is Antonella, Antonella Lee. Our late mothers were twins and our dads, best friends. Unfortunately my aunt and mum died in a tragic flight crash.

And then our dads and us were stuck on the 4th floor of a hotel during a fire outbreak. My uncle successfully saved the children but my dad suffered a bad burn and eventually passed away.

Uncle still has that burn scar on his left leg.

I am socially an orphan but Uncle Lee took my whole responsibility. I never felt Antonella as my cousin, rather my own goofy yet kind noona.

"Kook, this will be your room." We stopped infront a brown door.

"Okay." I replied.

"Mhm. Fresh up, I'll be waiting for you in the dining room."

"Whose paintings are these?" The walls of the second floor were ornamented with several canvases with line arts and some sketches.

"Oh! it's my roommates'. Those sketches are drawn by Jimin and all the other art pieces are Y/n's. They're at a seminar, I'll introduce you to them during the dinner." With that said, she trotted down the stairs and I went inside my room.

The room was painted in white with a dressing table next to the window. It had a cozy bed with blue bedspread and pillow covers.

I opened my suitcase of clothes and took out whatever I found on the top to head to the shower, I've been dying to get in.

I turned the tap on and let the water pour down my back. Ahh... This is what you call relaxation!

I wrapped my towel around my hips and walked out of the bathroom. Little did I know the window was open and a cool gush of wind chilled me up my spine.

I shut the window and glared at it. It looked like it wanted me to give a valid proof of it's prank.

I put on my yellow hoodie and black pants. I chose to wear ankle length pants because I was being accompanied by another woman. She might get uncomfortable because of me so I'd rather dress more decent.

Afterall I don't know the culture of this country. Few things which are too obvious back in USA, are extremely unacceptable in this nation.

I still had around 15 minutes before Antonella shouts my name. She loves doing that, it makes her feel like I am her sibling. Oh! Did I mention that I like making her voice sore as well?

Now that I am free, maybe I should arrange my clothes in the cupboard. I opened it to do the aforementioned work and was surprised when I saw a sticky note which said," Art stuff"

Antonella had arranged a heap of canvases and so many paints for me already. The rest of the cupboard was empty. I put my shirts and some of the formals, I brought, on the hangers and rest of the jeans and pants below those.

I arranged all the hoodies and tees on the racks and my comfy pants in the lower rack. Half of the cupboard was still empty, which I decided to use later.

I looked at my phone. 30 seconds till she shouts. I waited for the countdown and as expected, her loud roaring voice, echoed in the empty corridors.

"JEON JUNGKOOK!"
"Coming!" I giggled at her timings and ran down the stairs.

I hadn't taken a look of the rest of the house and had just noticed that some of the walls had blue dots made by a sharpie.

I wonder why some walls or parts of walls have a blue dot. Maybe it's Antonella's another chaotic pinterest fail.

I've told the girl a million times to not do any random style from pinterest. Her speciality is photography and cooking. It's better that she takes inspiration in those, rather than some aesthetic customisation.

I reached the door of the dinner room and that unfamiliar yet known smell, tingled my nostrils.

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"Yah! Haven't I told you to not jump on the water puddles? It gets mud on them. And who has to clean it? Me!" A girl in her early teens shouted at a boy, almost her age.

She wore a little checkered frock and he wore an old shirt and a pair of dirty slacks which had got mud on them.

The girl looked pretty annoyed at the boy's action. She had her lips pulled in a line and eyebrows scrunched, but he was still giving an innocent giggle.

"Get out!" She pulled the boy out of the muddy waters and punched his arm. He winced at the sudden hit which made her quite satisfied.

"I'm sorry." He pulled a sad face. Her angry face relaxed as she took out a little white handkerchief and wiped his face like a little angel.

"Don't do it again." She instructed.

"Promise!" He pulled his hand near his chest and gestured his palm like he was swearing an oath of life.

The girl's long hair had her face quite blurred from the vision and the boy seemed a familiar kid.

"Jungkook?!"

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"Huh?" I was shocked when Antonella aggressively shook my body.

"Huh? What huh? What are doing near Y/n's bag of paint? Don't play your little pranks on her the day you met, god!" She scolded me.

"Sorry."

"No problem. Let's get to the table."

She took me inside the room where I saw a boy and a girl, already across eachother. I assume the boy to be Jimin and the girl to be Y/n as referred by Antonella's use of pronouns.

"Okay bros, this is Jungkook, my cousin bro. And Jungkook this is Jimin and this is Y/n." She pointed at them two and I was right.

"Annyeonghase." I bowed to them and spelled the greeting with a peculiar accent and even I would feel the level of awkwardness I had created.

"Oh boy, you can be informal with us. As you already know, I'm Jimin, let me introduce myself further. I'm Park Jimin, a psychology counsellor. I'll be older than you but you don't need to use all those titles as I grew up in New Zealand." The distinctive southern accent made the guy look pretty nice... And handsome?

"I'm Y/n Albertson from Britain. I spent a major part of my life there and have been studying Fine Arts in Seoul National University." The girl had a round face with big eyes and lashes. She looked a little less korean but I could tell her DNA had some Asian blood.

"I'm also a senior high student in the department of Fine Arts. Glad to meet you both. I've been brought up in California with my uncle, aka, Antonella's father."

"Cool! Anyways, join us for dinner. We have seen some of your surreal art pieces. And hope to see many more soon." They invited me to the table and I sat next to Jimin.

He was a short guy, a little taller than both the girls. His eyes spoke many words about him. He had an enchanting eye smile and that gaze was low-key hot.

Y/n was taller than Antonella and had a slender body which complemented her hair texture and starry earrings that hung to her earlobe.

She was dressed in a nice dress. Jimin wore a brown hoodie like me and Antonella seemed to be the boss here, with her wearing a bright red sleeveless blouse and shorts.

"Good night!" I helped them put the dishes aside and headed to the bedroom. My bones ached because of the jetlag but my eyes didn't wish to sleep yet.

I decided to sketch out the faces I saw today, Jimin, Antonella, Y/n, the cab driver and the two children. I wonder whom I saw.

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Hey Rosairises!!

So thank you for trying out this book.

I will not give cameos in this book as well but I'll dedicate some chapters to specific people.

And this one is for --caramel for you wanted to see the poems!

Word Limit: 2200

Kay Bye!!