The bustling airport was filled with the hum of conversations, the rolling of suitcases, and the distant announcements over the intercom. I stood at the check-in counter, my suitcases by my side, feeling a mix of excitement and dread. Yura was next to me, her hand tightly gripping mine, as if letting go meant losing me forever. Beside her were her parents, Min-Jun and Min-Seo, their expressions a blend of pride and concern.
"I can't believe you're really leaving," Yura said, her voice tinged with sadness.
"I know," I replied, squeezing her hand. "But it's only for a month. I'll be back before you know it."
Min-Seo, Yura's mother, stepped forward, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Jiyeon, please take care of yourself. And remember, if you need anything, don't hesitate to call us."
"Of course, Mrs. Min-Seo. I'll be fine, I promise," I reassured her, giving her a warm hug.
