𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎 *ੈ✩‧₊˚ - minhyun x eunwoo ff (completed)

✧*̥˚ 15 | the flight *̥˚✧

I stare out at the black darkness through the airplane window. It's way past midnight, and I'm on a flight back to Seoul from Paris. Even though I was already missing the beautiful city, I feel as though I am sinking. My heart is heavy with sadness as I recollect the now-tainted memories of Minhyun and I; the magical night where we kissed under the twinkling lights of the Eiffel Tower and when I fell asleep in his loving embrace. I yearn for his presence, his smile, and the precious sound of his laugh. I felt like I was homesick.

I haven't heard from Minhyun yet, and I honestly felt disappointed and empty; like I wasn't important enough for him to bother to keep in contact or reach out to me. I try my best to understand that he's been busy with his filming like he told me during our last night together. Plus, I was still giving him the benefit of the doubt. There was a possibility that the news about his relationship with his co-star was untrue, but I didn't let this raise my hopes up.

Even if I were to message him first, I didn't want to pretend like everything was okay and make normal conversation. I couldn't act like nothing happened because the news shattered me. A part of me also felt like I had no right to feel jealous or hurt because we weren't anything official anyway. It hated feeling this distant from him. I felt like a stranger.

I take out my phone to write Minhyun a single message: "Hey, can we meet?" but it doesn't send because I didn't have wifi on flight. I leave the unsent message bubble and made a mental note to resend it to him later once we've touched down.

I look over to glance at Eunwoo who is sleeping quietly beside me, we're seat buddies on the plane. I take a moment to admire his face that had such an angelic quality to it, his features perfectly proportioned and symmetrical. His lips are full and slightly parted, and his long eyelashes rest gently on his cheeks. His chest rises and falls, and his breaths are slow and steady, creating a peaceful atmosphere around him.

I suddenly feel a sharp guilt punch me in the gut. I'm not any better. How could I be going around kissing two different guys at the same time? Especially when they were both amazing men who deserved so much better than that. I felt shameful, and dreaded that I would eventually have to choose between the both of them. I knew I shouldn't but I pushed aside having to make a decision right now; leaving it for when I had to inevitably cross the bridge in the future.

My mind flashes back to our little escape from the Paparazzi a couple of nights ago in Paris. That day itself was such a roller coaster of emotions that ended with the thrilling rush of our kiss that was wild and untamed. I relive that exhilarating moment of pure freedom that left us breathless and feeling alive.

I really enjoyed being with Eunwoo, thankful I was able to spend so much time with him on this trip - he was like a breath of fresh air. Something significant that I've grown to learn about him was that despite his endless busy schedules and the pressure that came from his career & fame; he would always surprise me with his childlike wonder and enthusiasm for life. Finding joy in the simplest things, and bringing out the inner child in everyone around him - especially me.

I always found myself laughing and joking with him, it was effortless. He truly had a knack for making even the most stressful moments feel bearable. Underneath his fun-loving nature, there was also this steadfast dependable strength. A rare combination that made him both deeply endearing and inspiring to me, and I'm sure it was the same for everyone who knew him too.

My feel my eyes glazing over with tears, feeling emotional both because of how lovely he was, and also the looming fear of possibly losing this closeness with him. My feelings were a mess, and I didn't know what to do. How selfish could I be to want to hold on to both him and Minhyun.

Eunwoo's eyes slowly flutter open. He squints trying to focus at me, "Why are you crying? (왜 울어?)"

I blink at him, and a tear escapes my eyes. "Nothing, I just miss Paris already," I lied to him.

"Aigoo (아이구)," He lifts his hand to my cheek and gently wipes away my single stray tear with his finger. "Don't cry~ (울지마~)"

My eyes well up with tears at his comforting touch, and I feel a lump in my throat. I couldn't stop myself. He looks at me with soft eyes that was full of quiet understanding.

He continues to stroke my cheek and gently wipes away more of my tears as they continue to escape from my eyes. "I'm sorry," I say to him. Apologising because I feel so silly, and was embarrassed that he had to witness me in such a vulnerable state.

"Let me be the shoulder you can cry on," He takes my head in his hand and gently pushes it toward him, resting my head against his shoulder to make his point. "But now, you should rest your eyes."

He then playfully forces my eyes closed with his hand, I silently laugh at this. I was thankful that he didn't judge me for crying, and also for the solace that he provided. I feel a comforting weight as he rests his head on top of mine.

I decide to let myself rest, despite my heart still aching with all my worries. Having him beside me made it feel like everything was going to be alright.