Best Friends, Maybe? (A Song Joong-ki Fanfic)

Chapter 1

"Oh my God, Dad! Are you kidding me? We're going tomorrow and you're only telling me about this today?" I say starting to raise my voice a little. This happens all the time when we have to move to another country. I know I shouldn't blame my Dad but every time he gets transferred to another country to manage a new branch, the whole family is coming with him! It's tiring and I am sick of it! Almost every year, I'm changing schools and I'm switching friends. To be really honest, I don't even have a best friend of my own. Once I move away, I can never get in contact with my friends.

"Cassie, if I have told you earlier about this, you wouldn't want to come," Dad says. I agree with that though but at least I would be ready. I would be able to pack my things and calm myself from throwing tantrums like now.

"Dad, I can't stand this anymore. We move to another country like almost every year! I can't cope with it..." I try to get some sympathy even though I know it won't work.

"Honey, this is the last time we're going to move. I heard that they'll get someone new to handle the next new branch," he says. I'm not buying that. He says that all the time except for the new manager part. Maybe he's right. Maybe this will be the last time we're going to move. Maybe this is my chance to find myself a best friend.

"You're serious?" I ask, this time I speak softly and look at his face. Dad's face starts to brighten up a little. Possibly he's happy I'm no longer angry.

"Yes, I am but I'm warning you. That was just rumours. I can't promise you anything yet," he warns. I glance at Mom who is standing next to Dad with her arms crossed. Mom nods slightly. I don't entirely understand what that means but I think she wants me to agree.

"Fine, I'll come. But we can still visit Grandma in London anytime, right?" I ask. Mom and Dad exchange looks and turn back to me. They both nod in agreement. We used to live in London along with Grandma – who is Mom's mother, Dad's mother passed away when I was younger – and I really enjoyed my time there. I have childhood friends and everything. Then, Dad got promoted and we moved to France. After that, we moved to USA and then we moved again to Australia and we moved again to Ireland and here we are now, in Canada.

I head to my room to pack my things. I have a huge luggage to store my clothes, personal stuff and other important things. The rest like books and everything will be delivered in boxes by cargo. We have never been to an Asian country. I wonder how South Korea looks like. I've seen pictures of the place. Korea's kind of nice. My only problem is language. I have no time to learn Korean. How am I going to cope with the Korean students there? I hope Dad enrols me in an international school but if he doesn't, I guess I can kiss my chance of getting a best friend goodbye. I don't speak, write nor read Korean. How the hell am I going to communicate with them without facing any communication problems? Why didn't I think of this earlier? I sigh. I'm never getting a best friend...

***

We arrive at Incheon International Airport. Well, that's what the flight attendant said. We step out of the airplane and head into the airport. After getting our passports checked and our luggage, we stand in the middle of the busy airport like people who are lost in a jungle. I see Dad talking on the phone but I can't really hear what he's talking about. He hangs up and glances around.

"Who are you looking for?" Mom asks.

"Okay, you two have to look for a chauffeur. He looks like a Korean and he's holding a paper with 'THE SAGES' in capital letters written on it. You get me?" Dad says. Mom and I nod and start to look for that chauffeur.