Our Tiny(?) Family {Yoonmin}

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(Anything italicized means they are speaking English. Enjoy!!)

"Don't let him get away!"

"We can't let him leave!"

"How did he even escape!"

"Agh!"

"This is stupid!"

"May I see your passport, sir?" asks a young woman, looking at the young man in front of her.

"O-oh.. Soory..." he goes through his wallet and pulls out his passport and hands it to her.

"Pak Jihyun?" she asks.

"Yes, Pak Jihyun." he says, with a nod and smile.

She smiles back at him. "Here you so, sir. Enjoy your flight to South Korea."

'Jihyun' bows down. "You too." He walks away to sit down in the waiting area. His blonde hair bouncing as he goes. "I can't belive that fake passport actually works."

"They won't let him on the airplane."

"True, we told every airport in America to not let 'Park Jimin' go."

"They would have called us already."

"Ya true, maybe he isn't here."

"He is trying his hardest to go back to Korea. He poisoned my drink so I could pass out!"

"Sounds like a you problem."

"Someone shut him up."

'Jihyun' waited until they finally called his plane and he was the first one on. First calls, perfect.

He says down near the window. "Good bye, America. I never liked you."

Finally after 76 days he will be home with his family. 1 more day for his second youngest son's birthday.

"Excuse me, sir?" asks a lady, as she taps his shoulder.

'Jihyun' turns to her and smiles. "Oh, hello~"

"You can not sit here, young man." she says.

'Jihyun' looks confused. He didn't understand her.

"Are you Korean?" she asks.

He nods.

She sighs as she points at the seat and shakes her head.

He finally understands so he stands up. "Why?"

"Wrong seat, sir."

"Oh! So so soory!"

"It is fine. You seat is right over here." she takes him to his seat and he thanks her with a bow and sits down.

He got seated to an elder Korean man. And this time he wasn't next to the window which made him slightly pout.

The elder man looks at 'Jihyun' and smiles. "Park Jimin?"

His eyes immediately widen as he looks away. "No. . . Who is that?"

"Son, I won't tell anyone. Your life is already so hard." says the elder.

Jimin looks at him. "Hyung, I trust you."

"Thank you, son. I have seen what you have been through and I hate how everyone is treating you. You are only 15. I am glad you are going back to your family."