Chapter 1: Prologue

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Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap, Minam thought as she glanced at the map in her hand quizzically and began walking out of the subway station dragging her colossal suitcase right behind her. She had only been in South Korea for a few hours and she was already hopelessly lost. She figured that next time she’d look for the English map rather than attempt to read a map of circles and lines. Mom, Dad, Minam thought as she attempted to determine which direction her map even went, Next time I leave for Korea, how about teaching me how to actually read Korean so I’m not as lost as I am right now? Then again, it wasn’t really her parent’s fault that she couldn’t read Korean. In fact, Minam was the one who decided to go to Korea in the first place. Sure she can speak and understand the language, but she probably should have learned how to read before she left her home in California. Actually, there are a lot of things she probably should have done before she left.

“Okay, so I’m at c-upside down t-circle c-h-square-t-l and I want to get to carrot-l-line c-sideways t-circle,” Minam said aloud to herself, letting her suitcase go. She flipped her map upside down again and pressed a finger to her lower lip. “Maybe I should go this way,” she finally said after a while, pointing her index finger in a direction that she believed may lead her to her destination. “Or, wait “ maybe it’s this way,” she added, jerking herself around so she was facing the opposite direction, suddenly feeling herself crash into another human being. “Oh gosh! I’m so sorry!” Minam said, noticing that she had just spilled a bottle of orange juice on the person.

She bowed a few times then bent down to help clean up the mess she had made and looked at the person. It was a boy about her age, maybe a little older with piercing brown eyes and a soft face. His eyes reminded her of her grandfather “ kind and protective, but not harsh. Wiping the orange juice off of his shirt with his hands, they both stood up. “It’s okay,” the boy said to her, “don’t worry about it.”

“Are you okay though?” another voice said. She hadn’t noticed before but along with the boy she ran into, here were two others with him. The one who had spoken to her was very tall and had a very deep voice that made her think of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. It was rich and soft.

Minam nodded and glanced over at the third boy who didn’t say anything but instead just stood there patiently. His face was small but strong and he had eyes that I was afraid would pierce my heart. They were absolutely beautiful. “W-W-W-Will you help me?” Minam stuttered, not wanting to face any of them at the moment. “I’m trying to go here but I’m lost,” she said, pointing to her destination.

The boy with the chocolate chip voice looked at the map while the other two peered over his shoulder. “Yeah, I think if you take this bus right here,” he pointed to the bus stop at the end of the block, “the last stop should be where you want to go.”

Minam grinned, folding up her map and bowing to the three boys. “Thank you so much. I thought I would have to spend the night out in the streets,” she laughed.

“I hope not,” the first guy said, “the streets can be pretty dangerous at night so you should be careful.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you,” she said, bowing one final time. Grabbing her suitcase, she began walking towards the bus stop the boys had instructed her to go to. As she walked around the boys, the first one stared at her as if trying to remember what she looked like but the other two boys brought his attention back to where they were headed and he ceased to look any longer.


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