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Could the line physically move any slower?
That was the only thing running through your mind as you stood behind about a hundred other people, waiting to get through security. It seemed like everyone and their extended family had also decided to book it off the island before the hurricane was supposed to hit. Apparently, no one could have unique ideas these days.
You tapped your feet, not caring if you were making a show out of your impatience. Your pink suitcase sat in front of you, unmoved for the past ten minutes. Were people taking naps on the security belts? That could be the only answer to this ridiculous holdup.
You could hear the storm already screaming outside, the wind rocking the building, despite its sturdy build. You had never been more grateful to be inside.
Minho, who had refused to leave until you were safely through security, chuckled at you. "The line won't move any faster with you being angry like that," he observed calmly.
You glowered at him. "Excuse me, that's exactly what's going to happen. I get mad, and people give me what I want. That's how it works, right?"
"You don't mean that," he laughed at you. "You're nice under all that attitude."
"Ask Hyunjin, he'll tell you the complete opposite," you pouted, taking the sparkly purple hair tie off your wrist and putting your hair up in a ponytail. It was starting to get warm being constantly surrounded by this many people. You just hoped you wouldn't miss your flight at this rate.
"Well, I gotta use the restroom, don't try to run away on me," Minho smirked, wincing as you slapped him on the arm, before walking away towards the bathrooms, which were located conveniently close to the line. You both knew you wouldn't be going anywhere.
