The Reason? - Yoon Jeonghan

Chapter 48

Ophely thought that she would have fared better in France than she had in Korea. Now she knew that she has been wrong.

Ophely thought that it would be harder to leave France than Korea. Once again, she now knew how wrong she had been.

It was more of an adrenaline rush when she parted ways with her parents at the gate, teary smiles and words of comfort murmured for the teenager as she turned her back and went on the plane. Ophely was elated to go back to Korea, her heart pumped and no worry plagued her mind for the time being. She was just happy to go back. It wasn't hard to leave France.

She thought back to her conversations with Jeonghan during her holidays (hers only, he had a tight schedule, as did the rest of the boys). She was just glad to go back to her shared room with Jeonghan and have banter with the boys as they made dinner, or simply just watching them perform, receiving that rush of energy from Carats. She missed that. The randomness that the boys brought, and how now she could talk to each of them for different reasons.

Now as she sat on the long plane ride, earbuds in, watching the sky turn dark and then brighter again. She had no worries. She was going to graduate from her Korean high school soon, then she was going to go to a university, she didn't really care for prestige, and then she was going to work for Pledis in the meantime. Learning the theory of she didn't know what, and learning the practical in design and creative artist in the K-pop field as an employee.

Finally, she wasn't going to stay being an intern for over six months. She couldn't.

However, it did make her feel good to know that they accepted her as an employee. They could have just said that now that the swapping thing wasn't really a problem anymore that they didn't need her to be close to Jeonghan.

Though she stayed with the agency, Ophely knew that she would have to separate her way from the boys one day or the other. She couldn't just be the fourteenth member in the dorms forever.

Even as she turned the ideas over one side, and turned it again in her head throughout her time on the plane (for over half a day mind you), she still felt light. She knew though, she truly did, that she would have to choose her own path soon. It didn't weigh on her as much as it had a few weeks earlier. Now that she had gone back to France and was coming back to Korea. She knew what she wanted to do.

Right now her life was relatively conformable (if you push aside the fact that she was linked by some weird magic to sometimes swap bodies with idol Yoon Jeonghan), and life was about feeling things with intensity. Ophely was going to search for that high, that fear, that happiness in Korea.

She was going to go to uni, work her job, and spend time with the boys when their schedule didn't clash too much. And then she would search for her own place once she had saved up and that her school year wasn't such a mess and complicated, once things had settled a bit. She groaned to herself thinking about the prices in Seoul. Maybe an apartment or a room was going to have to wait for a bit longer.

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Roughly fifteen hours after take-off in France, and twenty-one hours on the clock having gone. Ophely was knackered. She wanted to go back to sleep or have a day-long nap in the apartment. Though it was just half past one in the afternoon, and she needed to have lunch before any rest. She was knackered and starving.

Ophely walked down the gate to pick up her luggage, and then she changed her sim card and turned her wi-fi on, having turned it off for the entire flight in need of peace. She was unsurprised to see many messages from the boys' group chats and messages to her only. Though the one that she wanted was from the manager, telling her that he would be there to pick her up with a maroon jacket near the left side of the exit. She visualised the place and left her seat to join the man, and probably one of the members. She knew one of them had pestered the man to bring them with him to pick her up. It was expected after a year living with the boys. They couldn't do things normally.