Love You Like A Korean Song Baby

by Analyze

Original Story. Who knew that all it took to find romance was just good music, a couple coincidences, and a flight halfway across the world? Right, me neither. Maria and Rumi are two best friends on their way to South Korea who like to people watch.

1. Prologue: Security Line

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A/N: Welcome to Korean-POP! (Love You Like A Korean Song Baby). Yes, that was a play on Selena Gomez's Love You Like A Love Song. Finally. I've had this idea floating around in my head for a while now…and welcome to my first original fic. Please Vote, Comment, and Fan like you wattpaders say, and thanks :D

Prologue

"Flight 364 to Seoul, Korea, delayed departure until 11:45" Announced the overhead PA system at O'Hare airport.

I scowled as I glanced at my watch. It was 10:00. That meant an hour and forty-five minutes to spare at the airport. I trudged forward in the security line, pulling my luggage behind me.

"Hurry up, Rumi!" I shot, calling my best friend forward-she was holding up the line, trying to unbuckle her silver gladiator sandals. Oh, the joys of the security line. "I told you to wear flip-flops, Rumi" I chuckled, bending down to undo her laces.

"Thanks, Maria, I don't know what I would do without you," she admitted, tugging her shirt down. "I. Hate. This. Line."

"No joke," I agreed. Everyone was pressed up together as we inched forward at less than a snail's pace. Then again, we were traveling during high flight season. It was summer break, and Rumi and I were headed toward the country of our fantasies, South Korea. We had been planning this trip since we were in high school, and now that we had saved up enough money to go over what seemed to be thousands of summer jobs, we were now on our way.

"Please be prepared to take out all of the metal items out of your pockets," the TSA officer droned on, "Drink all liquids or throw them in the trash can- no liquid containers over 8oz. are allowed past this point. Children under the age of 11 are now allowed to keep their shoes on through the security checkpoint."

"Maria," Rumi whispered, "I needa go pee."

I groaned, "Hold it. We're almost going through security." I looked up, please let this wait be short.

"Okay," whispered Rumi as she shifted from one leg to the other.

I sighed, plugging in my Beats headphones and pumped up BigBang's 'Somebody to Love'