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Returning to Korea

Seoul, South Korea 08:34 AM

RYUJIN

I had already forgotten how warm Seoul could be. I took off the coat I was wearing that morning. I walked between the people who were walking from one side to the other, focused on their mobile phones, or in entertaining conversations. I straightened my hair and put on my 1996 01 sunglasses, to then head to the exit of the Seoul airport, where I saw a black Mercedes waiting for me.

"Good Morning, Ms. Shin." The driver greeted me politely.

"Good Morning, Lim," I said as I got into the car that had a great temperature thanks to the miraculous air-conditioner.

"God! Since when is Seoul so hot?" I grumbled, dropping my

belongings on the seat.

"Since always, Miss. The weather here is always hot." I heard Lim say as he flashed me a small smile. "I'm sorry to ask, but how is your father?"

"You're right, I have forgotten how things are in here," I said calmly as I accommodated myself better on the seat. "He's fine, he's in New Zealand with my family."

"That's great, I really like Mr. Shin. Where should I take you?" He asked, looking at me through the rearview mirror.

"To my new apartment, Lim. Just follow this street, and I'll

give you directions for the rest of the way."

The man nodded and drove away from the airport.

Looking out the window of the car and seeing the streets of Seoul, I could remember very well the time I lived there, and what an amazing time it was. I knew that city like the palm of my hand, after all, I wasn't always this Ryujin who only thought about work; I had already enjoyed a bit of what life had to offer, in fact, not a bit, a lot. My thoughts wandered to the memories of all the things I had done, but that was all in the past, the immature and irresponsible Ryujin was no longer here.

"Turn left at the next corner," I said to the man who was following my directions perfectly.

We finally arrived at the building where I was now going to live in. Lim quickly got out of the car, striding to my door and opening it.

"Thank you." I thanked him with a smile.

Lim has been my driver ever since I was younger and lived with my parents. He was a man of a certain age, but still very helpful by the way.

I walked into the main lobby of the building, where the employees quickly went to their workplaces. It was funny how they behaved in my presence. People were usually 'scared' of me, maybe because of the rude and arrogant manners that they thought I had, but I had no intention of making them believe otherwise. Nowadays to be respected, people have to fear your presence.

"Good Morning, Ms. Shin. One of our employees will take your luggage into your apartment. It's the 308, the only one on the penthouse."

I didn't say anything, only nodded and walked to the elevator. Upon reaching my apartment, a red-haired young man entered right after me, putting my luggage in my room, stacking it perfectly.