Until We Met Again-Fanfiction

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We are now making our descent into Singapore Changi Airport. The local time is 11:47 PM, and the weather is warm with light rainfall, currently 28°C. Please ensure your seatbelts are securely fastened, your seatbacks and tray tables are in their upright positions, and all electronic devices are switched to airplane mode. Cabin crew, prepare for landing."

A soft chime followed, and moments later, a warm yet professional voice came through the speakers.

"Dear passengers, on behalf of Asteria Airlines and the entire crew, we would like to thank you for flying with us today. We hope you had a pleasant journey. Welcome to Singapore, and for those with onward connections, we wish you a smooth transit. Cabin crew, please take your landing positions."

My heart skipped a beat. This was it. I was finally in Singapore, the land of my dreams. 

This moment felt unreal, I couldn't believe that I was here, I was in Singapore. As the plane descended, I looked outside, and the view was mesmerizing. The colorful lights of the city and the light rain made me feel like I was the main lead of a movie.

Convincing my Gogo to allow me to come and study here was a lot of work, but it was worth it. 

Every difficult and tiring obstacle I had to get through to get admission, a visa, and accommodation was all forgotten because the excitement I felt was beyond measure. I couldn't wait to tour the city and visit all the incredible places I read about, but for now, in this moment, as I handed my passport to the border control officer, I wanted to get my luggage and get to my place and find decent food and a comfortable bed to lay my head on.

As I walked to where the baggage claim belt was, my eyes couldn't stop looking around, and my mouth couldn't close itself. The airport was beautiful. It was so unreal ,like it was CGI made. I almost bumped into someone's luggage cart, but I quickly ducked and then ended up bumping into some other guy. 

"I am so sorry," I apologized, giving myself an internal slap. I then went and got my luggage, two pink suitcases, and one black suitcase that I had personally put my sunbeam key chain. Sunbeam, that's our Fandom name. I am an exclusive member of the biggest boy band in the world, DAIZY. It's a Singaporean based band that started five years ago, and now it's the most popular band. They are the reason I came to study in Singapore. They made me fall in love with Singapore and all that it had to offer. It would also allow me to attend their fan meetings and concerts because apparently South Africa has never been on their road map for their world tours, so I brought the South Africa to them.

This determined Jozi girl made it her mission to go where they are, their home base. I wasn't a crazy fan. I was just a fan who got introduced to a Singapore through her favorite band.

The airport buzzes with the quiet hum of tired travelers and the occasional crackle of announcements overhead. I push my luggage cart forward, adjusting the bags when-

Wait.

My fingers freeze on the handle of the suitcase. I just pulled off the belt. Something's wrong. My sunbeam keychain, the one that should be dangling from the zipper,is missing. My stomach tightens as I flip over the luggage tag, my heart skipping a beat at the name printed there.

J. Myung.

This isn't mine.

A wave of panic surges through me. My actual bag,where is it? Did someone else take it? My eyes dart around the baggage claim area, scanning for a similar suitcase. Maybe whoever took mine is still here. Maybe it's just a small mistake, and I can switch them back before it becomes a bigger issue.

Swallowing my nerves, I push the cart toward the Lost & Found counter. The official behind the desk, a middle-aged man with Mr. Lim, on his name tag, looks up as I approach.

"Miss, how can I help you?"

I take a steadying breath. "I think someone took my luggage by mistake," I say, placing the suitcase in front of him. "And I have theirs."

His gaze flicks to the tag before he nods. "Let me check if we have any reports of a missing bag."

I shift my weight from one foot to the other, glancing back at the baggage carousel, hoping,praying,that my suitcase will magically reappear. But the belt is almost empty now.

Mr. Lim types into his system, then looks up. "You're in luck. The owner of this bag has already reported theirs missing."

I exhale. "So they have my suitcase?"

"It seems so," he confirms. "Would you like me to contact them now? We can arrange for you to exchange the bags here."

I nod quickly. "Yes, please."

Mr. Lim picks up the phone, his voice calm and professional as he speaks to the other passenger. I grip the handle of the cart, my heart thudding in anticipation.

"They're still in the airport," he tells me after a brief exchange. "They'll be here shortly."

I exhale, a mix of relief and nerves settling in my chest. At least my bag isn't lost somewhere in the city.

Minutes pass, each second stretching as I shift from foot to foot. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I notice someone approaching.

Black hoodie. Cap pulled low. A face mask covering everything but his sharp eyes. He walks with practiced ease, head slightly down, hands in his pockets,like someone used to moving unnoticed.

Except he isn't unnoticed. Not by me.

The moment I see the shade of striking blue hair peeking from under his cap, my stomach drops. My gaze flicks to the suitcase in his hand. The name tag confirms what my heart already knew.

J. Myung.

No way. No. Way.

I've seen that stance a thousand times on screen. I've heard that voice enough to recognize it anywhere. The way he moves,subtle, deliberate, and avoiding attention...it only makes it more obvious.

It's him. Jay. The lead vocalist of the world's biggest boy band. The Boy band I am such a huge fan of.

And right now, he's standing in front of me, holding my luggage.

For a second, I just… stand there.

My fingers tighten around the handle of the luggage cart as my mind tries to process the fact that Jay. Is. Right. Here.

He doesn't acknowledge me right away. Instead, he glances at Mr. Lim, giving him a small nod. Mr. Lim, completely oblivious to the situation unfolding in my head, gestures toward me.

"This is the passenger you swapped bags with," he explains. "You can exchange them now."

Jay finally looks at me. His eyes,deep, sharp, unreadable, flick to mine for only a brief moment before lowering to the suitcase in my hand. I should say something, anything, but my mouth suddenly forgets how words work.

He steps forward, extending my bag toward me. His fingers brush the handle of my suitcase, and that's when I snap out of it.

"Wait," I blurt out, holding onto the bag he's supposed to take.

Jay freezes. His posture tenses, just a fraction, but enough for me to notice.

"I—" I swallow. You are literally speaking to Jay right now. Don't embarrass yourself. "I just… I need to check inside first. Just to be sure."

He exhales softly, like he expected this. Without a word, he steps back and nods.

My fingers tremble slightly as I unzip the suitcase. I don't want to be that person, but I know airport mix-ups can be a nightmare. I flip open the lid, and relief rushes through me the second I spot my sunbeam keychain hooked onto the inside pocket. It's mine.

"All good?" Mr. Lim asks.

I nod, swallowing back my nerves. "Yeah. Yeah, it's mine."

Jay takes his own suitcase, gripping the handle with a silent ease. His gaze lingers on me for just a second longer before he slightly dips his head. A polite, distant gesture. The kind celebrities give to fans they don't plan to interact with.

And just like that, he turns to leave.

Oh no. No, no, no.

I should let him go. I should just take my bag and leave, like a normal person.

But instead, I hear myself whisper, "Jay."

He stops.

Slowly, he turns his head, his eyes locking onto mine again, this time, fully.

I feel my pulse stutter. Heat creeps up my neck. Because I know that look. It's the look people get when they realize they've been caught.

Jay doesn't say a word. His grip on the suitcase tightens, his jaw ticking slightly beneath the mask. He shifts, like he's debating whether to ignore me entirely.

I raise an eyebrow. Seriously? He's just gonna act like this isn't happening?

I exhale, crossing my arms. "You're not even trying, you know."

That gets his attention. His head tilts slightly, but he doesn't speak.

I gesture vaguely at him. "The cap, the mask, the hoodie… It's all so painfully obvious. You might as well wear a sign that says, 'Look at me, I'm definitely not famous.'"

Jay's eyes flick to Mr. Lim, then back to me.

Nothing. No reaction.

I press my lips together, rocking back on my heels. "I mean, if you're gonna do the whole incognito thing, at least put some effort into it."

For a split second, I think I see it, the tiniest twitch at the corner of his eyes. Like he's holding back a smirk.

Then it's gone.

He exhales through his nose, adjusts his grip on the suitcase, and turns away.

Just like that.

Not a word. Not even a glare.

I blink. Huh. Okay.

But as he walks off, I catch it, that small shake of his head. Amused.

And for some reason, that makes my heart beat just a little bit faster.

This Singapore adventure just got interesting!