I Love You Oppa

Chapter 1

Chapter 1: "A Dream Unfolds"

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the bustling city of Manila. Amid the clamor of street vendors and the hum of evening traffic, Jellaine Torres stood on the doorstep of her family’s modest home, her heart a blend of excitement and nervousness. Her journey to Seoul was about to begin, and the reality of leaving her childhood behind was starting to sink in.

The scholarship letter from Haneul Arts Academy had arrived like a dream—a golden ticket to the prestigious musical school in South Korea. For Jellaine, a gifted singer from a small neighborhood, it was more than just an opportunity; it was a lifeline to a world she had only seen in movies and read about in books.

Her parents, Maria and Roberto Torres, were standing beside her, their expressions a mixture of pride and sorrow. Her younger brother, Carlos, clung to her leg, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. Jellaine, at twenty years old, stood at 5'4", with a slender build that belied her inner strength. Her dark hair was tied back in a simple ponytail, and her eyes, a deep brown, sparkled with both determination and uncertainty.

“Are you sure you’re ready, anak?” Maria asked, her voice thick with emotion. She reached out to smooth Jellaine’s blouse, as if that could somehow shield her from the unknown.

Jellaine smiled reassuringly, though her own emotions were a storm of their own. “Yes, Mama. I’m ready. I know this is a big step, but it’s a chance I’ve worked so hard for.”

Roberto, a tall man with a kind face etched with lines of years of hard work, placed a hand on Jellaine’s shoulder. “We’re proud of you, Jellaine. Just remember, no matter how far you go, home is always here.”

Carlos, barely ten, looked up at his sister with a mix of admiration and sadness. “Promise you’ll call us every day?”

“I promise,” Jellaine said, kneeling down to hug her brother. “I’ll miss you all so much.”

As Jellaine gathered her last few belongings, the reality of leaving her family and the familiar streets of Manila settled over her like a heavy cloak. The thought of starting over in a foreign country, with a language she barely knew, was both exhilarating and daunting. Her acceptance into Haneul Arts Academy was a recognition of her talent, but it also came with the pressure of proving herself in an environment where she was a complete outsider.

The flight to Seoul was long and tiring. Jellaine watched as the landscape changed from the lush greens of the Philippines to the sprawling cityscapes of South Korea. As the plane descended, she caught her first glimpse of Seoul—a city alive with lights and movement, its skyline punctuated by modern skyscrapers and ancient palaces.

Upon arrival, Jellaine was met by a representative from the academy who guided her through the bustling Incheon International Airport. The ride to her new home was filled with the sounds of a city that never seemed to sleep. The streets were alive with activity, and the signs in Hangul were a constant reminder of how far she had come from her small neighborhood in Manila.

Haneul Arts Academy was nestled in a quieter part of Seoul, its modern architecture a stark contrast to the traditional Korean homes that dotted the area. The campus was expansive, with lush gardens and state-of-the-art facilities that took Jellaine’s breath away. She was led to her dormitory, a modest but cozy room that would be her home for the next few years. The space was small but functional, with a single bed, a desk, and a window that offered a view of the academy grounds.

Jellaine’s first few days were a whirlwind of orientations and introductions. The academy was bustling with students from all over the world, each with their own unique stories and backgrounds. She met her roommate, Soo-ah, a cheerful and outgoing girl who quickly became her guide to the intricacies of life at Haneul Arts. Soo-ah, with her bright smile and infectious enthusiasm, was a breath of fresh air for Jellaine, who was struggling to adjust to the new environment.

“Don’t worry too much about the language,” Soo-ah said as they walked to their first class together. “Everyone here is really friendly, and we have a lot of international students, so you won’t be alone.”

Jellaine nodded, her nerves easing slightly with Soo-ah’s reassurance. “Thank you, Soo-ah. I just hope I can keep up.”

The first day of classes was a mix of excitement and trepidation. Jellaine was introduced to her professors and fellow students, each of whom seemed to have an air of confidence that made her feel even more like an outsider. The language barrier was a challenge, but she was determined to overcome it. Her passion for music was her driving force, and she hoped that it would be enough to help her navigate this new world.

As Jellaine settled into her routine, she found solace in the music rooms, where she could escape into the familiar rhythms and melodies that had always been her refuge. She practiced diligently, pouring her heart into every note, determined to make the most of the opportunity she had been given.

Her first encounter with Lee Hyun-woo, the academy’s star student and a heartthrob among the students, was far from smooth. He was known for his talent and charm, and his reputation preceded him. Their paths crossed during a group project, and the chemistry between them was anything but harmonious. Hyun-woo, with his confident demeanor and striking appearance, was the epitome of the ideal student, and Jellaine felt the weight of his expectations bearing down on her.

“Let’s get this over with,” Hyun-woo said, his tone clipped and impatient. “We don’t have all day.”

Jellaine tried to keep her composure, but his brusque manner made her feel like a fish out of water. “I’m just trying to understand the project. Could you explain it to me?”

Hyun-woo sighed, clearly frustrated. “We need to collaborate on a composition for the upcoming showcase. I expect everyone to contribute equally.”

The encounter left Jellaine feeling more isolated than ever. She had come to Seoul with dreams of making a name for herself, but the reality of fitting in and meeting expectations was proving to be more challenging than she had anticipated.

Despite the initial difficulties, Jellaine was determined to push through. She reminded herself why she was there—to pursue her passion for music and to seize the opportunity that had been given to her. Her family’s support and her own resolve were her guiding lights in this new chapter of her life.

As she lay in bed that night, staring at the ceiling of her small dorm room, Jellaine felt a surge of determination. She was in a foreign land, surrounded by strangers, but she was also on the brink of something extraordinary. With each passing day, she would face new challenges and forge new relationships, but she was ready to embrace whatever came her way.

“I’m here to make a difference,” she whispered to herself. “And I’m going to do it.”

The city outside continued its ceaseless rhythm, but inside her room, Jellaine was already beginning to chart her path forward. The journey ahead would be filled with trials and triumphs, but she was ready to face it all with courage and grace.