Ten Hearts

Airport

a very much unfinished oneshot!! was gonna make this into a fanfic as well lol. me n my ideas n never actually going ahead with them... i also think i wrote this in like 2022. thinks.

wc 642

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"Flight 307 will be delayed for another five hours, we are sorry for the inconvenience that has occurred. Any questions can be asked at the front desk, thank you."

Sang slumped against the blue airport seat and huffed under her breath. Five hours? She had been waiting for two hours – she thought there'd be traffic, but clearly there wasn't – and she didn't want to wait for another five. She saw multiple people rushing up to the desk where two passenger assistants spewed out rehearsed answers to the frustrated questioners: "We're sorry, but there's nothing that we can do about this."

The blonde haired girl resumed her music through her earphones, and closed her eyes. Sang was seated on the far left of the row where she could place her bag on her right, and where nobody could bother her. As if anybody would talk to me, Sang thought. The bench tilted forwards, clearly by multiple people's weight, and she snapped her eyes open.

Thankfully, her bag was left alone. She averted her gaze up to the people who were sitting next to her, and her eyes widened. Men. Attractive men, at that. Directly across from her, the other four seats were taken by equally attractive men. She pinched her arm twice, as if trying to get out of a dream -- but to no avail, it was real life.

There were two of them on the floor in the middle of the aisle, one of them was cross legged while the other had their legs out and arms holding their body up behind them. Sang blinked. She looked around the area and saw that the majority of the seats were taken with odd spaces between other people.

Are these guys friends? Is that why they're all sitting together? The nine of them were talking casually, not even taking any mind to Sang. She felt guilty for taking up two spaces that could've been taken by the two on the floor, so she started to grab her luggage and bag from beside her and stood up.

She was stopped by a deep voice. "Oi! You can stay there, you're not bothering us." She froze and turned to look down at one of the boys on the floor, the one who was cross legged.

"Ex- excuse me?" Sang laughed nervously. All eyes were on her and she couldn't help herself when she brought her forefinger up to her lips.

"You dumbass, if she wants to leave she can leave." His head was hit upside and her eyes widened. She looked at the culprit through her peripheral, and caught a glance of a gold earring in his left ear.

"Shit, sorry. Yeah, my bad. You can leave if you want..." he mumbled and started twisting his ring around his middle finger. Sang always had a thing for rings. Her face burnt up at the sudden, unholy thoughts that popped up in her brain, and looked down onto the gray carpet.

It was silent in their little bubble for a second even with the distinct chatter that was heard around them and the wheels of luggages too. Sang was still frozen in embarrassment when somebody gently touched her arm.

"Ah- sorry. I just thought of something embarrassing regarding the dude on the floor and I just- I- uhm." She looked everywhere but the person in front of her. "I'm just gonna go to the bathroom..." Sang chucked her bag onto the seat she was once on, and rolled her suitcase underneath it. She turned on her heel and made a beeline to the bathroom, passing multiple souvenir shops and cafes.

When she arrived in the bathroom, she made her way to the sink and splashed cold water onto her face. Luckily there wasn't anybody in the bathroom at the time, so she made use of the silence.