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"Stop pushing, I can't walk any faster or I'll fall!" Han yelped as Seungmin nudged him harder and harder in the back.
Seungmin ignored him, cackling at the entire time, as Han tripped and stepped on the backs of Changbin's shoes, causing them both to yelp in pain.
Minho, who stood behind you in line as you all walked down the plane aisle to find your seats, watched his friend's antics with a look of adoration and disgust painted on his face. Glancing away, he whispered in your ear.
"You ready to fly?"
You sure as hell were not ready. Battling feelings of anger at yourself for somehow completely spacing the fact that in order to get to Jeju, you would have to fly, and absolute numbing terror of actually flying, you weren't sure how to respond. In fact, you weren't even entirely sure if Minho was joking with you, or if he was actually concerned for you. For once.
Assuming it was most certainly the former, you decided against admitting your true feelings, and settled for elbowing the man in the ribs as hard as you could. "I'm not a kid, Minho."
"I never thought you were," Minho shrugged, sliding into his assigned seat as you all marched down the rows.
Minho's response gave you pause. He seemed to be the only guy here who might take you seriously. Seriously enough to challenge you without making fun of you, or calling you baby names from when you were a child. It was refreshing, yet simultaneously made you a little sick to your stomach. Why?
But thankfully, you didn't have enough time to seriously ruminate on that unnerving question, as both of your best friends let out identical yelps of confusion.
