Unremembered Love (KaiStal f.f) [EDITING]

Ch. 18

The plane started to speed up, eventually lifting itself off the ground and into the sky.

I closed my eyes, a tear slipping out.

I don't understand.

Why is this happening to me?

Why is Jongin with me?

What is our connection?

A billion questions went through my mind, making my mind confused.

"Soojung." A hoarse voice called out to me.

I opened my eyes and looked to my left.

Jongin's awake.

"What's wrong?" I asked, turning my body fully towards him.

"Mul... juseyo..." he muttered.

I reached my hand up to the attendant button and pressed it.

A few moments later, a flight attendant appeared to my right.

"Hello, is there anything I can help you with?" She asked kindly.

"May I have some water?" I asked.

"Sure thing! Do you want it cold or regular?"

"Um, regular."

"Sure, I'll be back."

I looked back at Jongin.

"How are you so sick? You were fine when we left the airport." I whispered under my breath.

His eyes fluttered open and he cocked his head to look at me.

"I didn't take my meds."

"What?"

"My daily dose of medicine."

"What is it even for?"

"My immune system isn't as strong as other people's..."

The attendant finally popped up with a bottle of water in her hand.

She handed the water to me and asked if I needed anything else.

"No, I don't need anything else."

"Okay, if you need anything, please press the button!" She exclaimed, going back to her post.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and removed the separator that separated our seats.

I sat next to him and unscrewed the cap of the water bottle.

"Here." I said, bringing the rim of the bottle up to his lips.

He slowly drank the water, taking a breath in between each gulp.

"My medicine." He said, pulling a capsule of pills out of his pant pocket.

"You keep yours meds in your pocket?"

"Stop making fun of me."

I opened the capsule and pulled out a pill.

Gently, I placed the pill into his mouth.

I brought the water up to his mouth once more, watching him take a few more gulps of water.

The plane suddenly flew on something, causing the plane to give a huge jolt.

The water started spilling all over his shirt and pants.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" I apologized, trying to find a napkin from the package of personal items.

No napkins.

Annoyed, I stood up and opened the overhead compartments.

I pulled out my purse and sat back down next to him.

I rummaged through my bag, looking for napkins.

Lipgloss.

My phone.

The charger.

A bag of tissues.

"That'll do." I sighed, opening the bag of tissues and started wiping Jongin's shirt.

His hand caught my wrist.

"...?"

"I'll do it."

I stared into his eyes.

I know them from somewhere...

He took the tissue away from my hand and started wiping his own shirt and pants.

I "coughed" out of embarrassment and turned away from him.

I put my purse back under my seat and rested my eyes for a bit before he disturbed me again.

"Soojung."

"What?"

"Can I lay my head on your lap?"

My face went blank.

Did he just...?

"Yes."

What the hell am I thinking?!

He laid the right side of his head on my lap; my face started to become warm.

"About the date..."

I almost forgot about that.

Our "date".

"What about it?" I asked.

"Can you just think that this is our date?"

My mind tried to process what he was saying.

"Yeah, why not?" I asked.

My grinned a bit.

"I really didn't want to miss that date." He whispered, turning his head, positioning it to look up directly at my eyes.

"I'm cold." He showed by curling up into a ball.

I pulled his blanket up to where the nape of his neck was.

But he didn't stop whining.

"I'm still cold." He whimpered.

"What do you want me to do about it? I can't do anything else."

"Hold me."

I let myself smile, telling him to scoot up a little bit more and wrapping my hands around him.

"You're so warm. I want to fall asleep in your arms everyday, just like this."

I wiped away the strands of hair that was blocking his face.

"I don't know what's happening to me, Soojung. But I think I fell in love with you at first sight." He smiled, finally dozing off to dreamland.

Personally, I don't know what I feel about him.

He's an ordinary guy, I mean, he's just like any other trainee.

But there was something about him that made my heart flutter a bit.

But I didn't know what that something was.

"Good night, Kim Jong In." I whispered.

As always, my mentality gave up on me.

My eyes shut, and I began listening to Jongin's even breaths.

Out of nowhere, I remembered that I had put on the locket a few days earlier.

The locket held someone I held dearly to my heart once.

My hand pulled the locket up to my lips.

I gave it a gentle kiss and whispered,

"Good night, my beloved star."