𝐚𝐜𝐭: 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤, choi beomgyu

eight

𝐚𝐜𝐭: 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤
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i sighed, as i sat down on the hard cushioned seats, staring at the airport in the window.

"you look emo." my sister commented as she stared at me weirdly, cocking her eyebrow up.

"please, shut up, im really tired." i responded as i looked at my reflection. my eyebags were so obvious good thing i packed my skincare.

"no thank you, i choose my own destiny." she shrugged, grinning at the screen in front of her.

"you're definitely chronically online." i shook my head, laughing.

"girl bye as if you arent." she replied, i glared at her with the corner of my eye, up and down. at her words, looking at the seat inclusions.

welcome aboard, thank you for flying cathay pacific, Iim your captain speaking, my name is andy brookstein, and today we will be flying from san francisco to new york city, the current time is 1.35am and we estimate that the destination time will be 8:20am, and the current weather is very humid with a slight breeze.

"leejin, do you think it's too late to text someone right now?" i questioned, as i shuffled in my seat. fiddling with the seatbelt.

"are you kidding me." she rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

"whaaat! i just wanted text one of my friends." i whined, as i defended myself.

"normally you would say the name of your friend, but now you described them as "friends". who is this friend that you wanna text, huh?" my sister curiously asked as one of her eyebrows cocked upwards.

"it's just a friend! and when did you become so fbi spy like." i questioned her, tilting my head.

she opened her mouth to say something, but closed it as she would rather not say it.

"whatever, I'm just gonna be waiting for the plane food!" she said as she huffed in her seat, switching her mobile to 'airplane mode'

new york here i come..