Love doesn't last [Jeno]

6. Manners

At the airport- 1 AM
I should have brought another jacket since I get cold fast. Standing in the airport half asleep waiting for my plane number to be called out. I travel alone for the first time in my life, I hope I get a good seat.

Mark never came to drop me off since I said I would take the bus here. He will be grumpy and exhausted in the morning if he came to drop me off.

I also needed some space to start thinking about what my book is supposed to be about. Writing a love story isn’t easy at all, I haven’t felt love and neither have I been in love.

I hear my plane number as soon as I tie my belt so I cant feel the ice-cold wind when the doors open. Just when I bend down to get my bag someone bumps into me.

My bags open and all of my things runs out like it was water. I bend down to put my things back into the bag and in the corner of my eye, I see a huge crowd of people run and scream.

What kind of manners do they own? Make someone fall and doesn’t even help to pick the things up. I am not living a princess love story life. I don’t care anymore, once I am done with this dumb love story I will be able to write about murders and blood.

Inside the plane- Y/n’s point of view
“Your seat is over there,” the stewardess lady said and pointed at my seat where another man already sits. I walk over and put my bag between my legs as I open the cabin to place my bag inside.

“You are sitting on my seat,” I said when I saw he sat wrong. “I will move then” he politely said. But his voice was so attractive. My eyes ran a scanning process on him.

His hands are big and his fingers are long. Black natural hair with a soul full of black ashes-colored eyes. His voice had it all, deep and mysterious vocal with beautiful lips.

“You can sit now,” he said again with his deep voice. Making me feel like he would make a great main male in my book. He had it all, the perfect look. He would be the main male in my book.