Enthralled || Liskook

Chapter 52

Lisa settled into her plush business class seat, three senior sisters chattering beside her on the left. 

Across the aisle, Taehyung and a girl from Busan Club occupied the right side. The unfamiliar girl had originally been seated next to Lisa, but a quick exchange and a polite smile later, Jungkook now filled that spot. 

A subtle hierarchy played out within the cabin. Busan and Seoul sported the standard economy class tickets provided by the ball club, while those seeking more comfort in business class had topped up the difference themselves. But even among those who could afford the upgrade, an unspoken rule prevailed. 

The coveted business class seats were primarily for senior players and established members. 

Newcomers like Lisa, despite having the chosen comfort of business class, felt more at ease in the casual camaraderie of the back with their fellow juniors. 

The imposing baffle is a barrier between her and the lively energy of the team in the economy. She longed to chat with Jungkook before takeoff, but a glance across the aisle revealed a flight attendant hovering by his seat. 

The attendant, clearly a fan, was bombarding him with questions and compliments, a wide smile plastered on her face. 

A wave of self-consciousness washed over Lisa. She retreated into her phone, scrolling through social media to distract herself from the awkwardness. 

As the plane roared down the runway and finally lifted off, Lisa took refuge in the restroom. There, she overheard a conversation between two flight attendants discussing Jungkook. 

The details were juicy: his supposed “natural beauty,” his refusal for a group photo, and the playful banter between the attendants. 

Emerging from the restroom, Lisa caught a glimpse of Jungkook through the gap in the business class curtain. He seemed to be looking for her, perhaps sensing her absence. 

Their eyes met, and a silent understanding passed between them. With a determined stride, Jungkook rose from his seat and crossed the aisle towards her. 

"What are you looking at?" Jungkook asked, his voice a low rumble as he pulled back the curtain with a flourish. 

Lisa caught off guard, fumbled for a response. With a playful glint in her eye, she whipped out her phone and held it upside down, pretending to sign an autograph. 

"Just listening to the flight attendant sing your praises," she quipped, her voice barely a whisper. “Heard you're not a fan of group photos? How about an autograph, then?” 

Jungkook chuckled, his smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. He leaned in closer, their faces mere inches apart. "Deal," he murmured, a hint of mischief dancing in his voice. "But if I catch you causing trouble again, a kiss is the punishment." 

Suddenly, the tranquil moment was shattered as the light blue curtain separating business and economy class was lifted. 

A silver dining cart, gleaming under the overhead lights, appeared, pushed by a flight attendant whose gaze lingered on them a tad too long. 

Despite the professional smile plastered on her face, a flicker of gossip gleamed in her eyes. 

Lisa, flustered, quickly turned and retreated towards her seat. As she settled back in, a strange feeling washed over her. The memory of visiting the restroom felt fuzzy. 

Has she even gone? Examining her surroundings, she realized with a jolt that she'd been here all along, fidgeting in her seat. A knot of unease tightened in her stomach. What had just happened?