First time I met you

Flying

Song- Bad Blood

          I am finally at the airport to catch my flight to Seoul, the main reason I agreed to come- CAMPING! Nina and Violet are still in Busan, they will be heading back to LA tomorrow. It's been two days since the concert and meeting with that stranger guy. All my luggages and shopping bags are going back home with the girls, obviously I can’t have them here while camping. I couldn’t have my morning coffee coz, me being me I was running late. I just hope I don't get a headache and start shouting at everything. 

I bump into someone as I rush towards the check-in counter. “Watch it!” comes out of my mouth instead of an apology, ugh where is my coffee? By the way he was running too, so I get a pass with my temper. Thank god he just apologised and moved. But he moved in front of me and that pissed me off even more. “Hey I was here first”, I yell so much that only he can hear me. “Look you ran into me and I apologised, let’s just compensate your sorry for your place”, he says. The audacity he has to say that. “Excuse me! I am not compensating for anything, here’s your sorry, now let me stand in my place”. I am not going to be sweet for anyone, I ain’t giving up. “Too late now”. Ugh, this boy is getting on my nerves. My eyes take a small glimpse of people moving ahead of us as we were arguing, this is so stupid coz I am getting even more late. I think he realised it too. We just stood there for a second, challenging each other with our eyes and finally moving to different counters.

I finally board the plane and sit next to my window seat. I sigh in relief. I didn’t expect for my day to start with so much blood rush. I am waiting for us to start flying so I can order a cup of coffee before I start yelling at my co passenger for breathing. My brain suddenly goes back to the guy I was arguing with earlier. He reminded me of someone, I am just not able to remember who. I stare into nothing outside the window trying hard to think who it was, then it flashed me. His appearance looked so similar to that stranger guy I met that night. But man!  That guy was so much sweeter than this guy could ever be, he cannot be him.   

HIS pov:

I took this break so that I can peacefully be left out for sometime from so much noise around me and my life. And WOW, what a great start for that. I should’ve used my “Jungkook privilege” to just get on a flight, but then I wouldn’t be able to do things on my own! Maybe this is a good thing, coz she wouldn’t have fought with me if she had known who I really was. Maybe it's better this way, coz somehow in a weird way it is comforting that I was treated “normally” for once in so long other than my boys. But the way that girl argued reminds me of someone who I met at a ramen shop two days ago and called me “stranger guy”. She was so sweet or rather cute I could say even while arguing but I am pretty sure this girl has a hundred times the temper that girl could ever have. Oh god I don’t understand why I can’t stop thinking about that ramen girl. Okay Jungkook you need to stop now, look for your seat. 

I look for my seat as I board the plane. “Ah there it is”, I mumble to myself looking at my row. But I can see someone sitting there already. I chose a window seat so that I could be left alone for a while, and also coz who doesn’t love a window seat!? I reach my row and check my seat number again- 161. I look at the numbers written and then at the person sitting in my seat. “Oh no no no no”, I think to myself. It's her. It’s HER again. The girl I fought with earlier. I am sure she’ll start again, but I want my seat, because it’s MY seat. 

This time again I start politely, “Excuse me?”. She turns around and one of her eyebrows raises in reflex. I can’t say if she’s shocked it’s me again or if she’s just thinking here we go again like me. “How can I help you?” she says politely with pure sarcasm. By moving so I can put my ass in my seat, is what I want to say, but I calmly tell her that she is sitting in my seat. “No, this my seat and I am sure of it. Please check your ticket again”, she replies with the same sarcastic politeness. For some reason the man sitting next to her interferes. “Does it really matter which seat, why don’t you take up some other seat that’s empty”. That pisses me off, but I am still holding on to my calm. “Sir I booked a window seat for a reason, and its my seat, so I have all right  to sit there and ask for my place”. “That is true and that is why I won’t let go of my seat”, she says, I am sure she is smirking inside that mask of hers for gaining support from that man. Anyone can tell he is trying to hit on her. A flight attendant comes our way to see what the chaos is all about. I tell her about what’s going on and she asks for both of our tickets. I hesitate for a second because of the name on the ticket. 

Y/n pov:

He quivers for a second before handing the ticket to the attendant. Of course he’s scared, he knows this is not his seat. I think the attendant just gasped in tiny for a second, at least I think she does, I don't even think anyone else even noticed that. She looks at him for a brief second in assurance. I am confused as hell. I asked them to show me his ticket or I wouldn’t move, when the attendant told me I was in the wrong seat.  

Apparently I have been looking at the ticket upside down the whole time. My seat was 191 not 161. It was so embarrassing. I must be looking as if a hundred tomatoes were stuffed in my face. I looked up to meet his eyes, I could feel him reading the clear embarrassment all over me. All I did was whisper sorry as I moved past him. He whispered back, “It’s alright”.    

As I get back to my seat and close my eyes trying to forget the embarrassment, I remember looking at both our tickets and something had caught my eye. Oh no no no no, that’s impossible, but I am too sure of what I saw. I try to unsee it in my head. I can feel my heart racing. 

The name on that ticket. HIS ticket. Jeon Jungkook.