Poignant

Epilogue (The ACTUAL End)

Soyeon's POV

Upon boarding the plane, I found Yuqi arguing with passengers who were sitting in our seats. Beom-seok stood at her side, holding onto her pant leg as he stared off into space, his hearing aids in his pocket. While knowing that sometimes Yuqi can overlook things, I checked our seat numbers again, and for once, Yuqi was not in the wrong.

Can you imagine what she could use that power for in arguments?

"Excuse me, you guys are sitting in our seats. May I see your plane tickets?" I asked carefully, trying not to seem like I'm attacking anyone as they seem quite easy to piss off.

"What're you sayin'? I can't understand that lingo you're speaking," the woman scoffed, apparently offended that not everyone speaks fluent English.

With the accent she is speaking in and the lack of an expanded vocabulary, I find it hard to believe that she is the best critic when it comes to languages. I bet she and her friend are from Texas or something.

"My apologies," Yuqi said in English, her accent clear and understandable. "She was asking to see your plane tickets because you are, in fact, in our seats."

"Are you trying to take away my rights as an American? I am my own individual with my own privacy!" the man barked from beside the girl, his voice hoarse like gravel. And not the good kind. More or so, like a chain-smoker. "I swear you communist Asians are something else. If you're going to speak my language, make it understandable."

You know, back in the day, with no witnesses, I probably would have choked this guy for the way he was acting. And by the look in Yuqi's eyes, she seems to deem that as the right course of action.

"Sir," I said, my accent much thicker than Yuqi's but still understandable to someone who has more than three brain cells. "I find your comments offensive. Just remove yourselves from our seats, and we'll be fine."

Before they could process it, Yuqi quickly took their plane tickets, looking at them.

"You guys are such liars," Yuqi grumbled, handing the tickets back. "Your seats are in economy. This is business class. Come on, just get up."

"I think that you two are much more fit for economy considering you're Chinese or something," the woman sneered.

"Actually, only I am Chinese," Yuqi corrected. "My wife and son here are Korean. Shouldn't you know what the language sounds like? You know, considering that you are flying from a Korean airport?"

"What does it matter?" the guy groaned, swatting us away with their tickets. "You all look the same anyway. Just go back there with the other dog eaters and stop making such a fuss—."

Yuqi snatched him by the shirt with her left hand, striking him in his god-awful mouth with her unoccupied fist.

***

And that's how we ended up getting kicked off of our flight.

We eventually decided on taking the next plane as we were pretty financially stable and could afford it. The only struggle with that was Beom-seok as we got off schedule, and he tore both Yuqi and me a new ass to bleed out of. Oh, we also struggled to get that stupid couple to leave us alone in the airport because they really liked entertaining their small brains with arguing.

If there weren't so many people here, I might have had Yuqi do a number on them. While covering Beom-seok's eyes, of course.

"Mommy?" Beom-seok asked through sign, pulling at the hem of my shirt shortly after while he sat beside me in the car. "You guys told me we're going on a trip, but you didn't tell me where!"