I was walking to my terminal when I heard the speaker announce that my flight was canceled and that the next available airplane wouldn’t be for another seven hours. I stopped in my tracks and let out a long sigh. Greeaattt. I looked around for something to do in the meantime; to my right was a Dunkin Donuts in all its glistening glory and to my left was a window of the runway displaying airplanes as they descended into the air. One of the toughest decisions of my life. Eat my feelings or take a nice long walk on the runway and pray the next airplane will sweep me away from the earth? I pondered on this for awhile until I turned to my right making my way into the soft embrace of donuts. Suddenly a group of children ran past me, screaming like they were made of 60% sugar instead of water, and accidentally kicked my suitcase a distance away. I sighed heavily, again.
I followed my suitcase like a zombie following a human brain and I cringed as if I’d just watched a koreaboo compilation when I saw my suitcase hit the back of a man’s legs. The man turned around and saw me coming for my suitcase. I cringed even more when I saw his face. Not only was he incredibly attractive but he also had a very cold stare he looked even more “done” than me. Going to back to him being incredibly attractive, he had black hair tousled messily, pearly white skin, dark brown eyes, and cute cheeks. He still looked badass and manly even with his youthful cuteness. He looked like an idol and I was living for it.
“I’m sorry,” I smiled sheepishly and shook my head.
The man widened his eyes in surprise and grinned slightly, “You don’t have to be sorry. Here.” He wrapped his thin but strong fingers around my suitcase’s handle and handed it to me. For someone with such a cold face he had a really sweet, gummy smile that made me feel like someone trapped a helium balloon in my chest.
I laughed, looking down at my Kumamon suitcase, and thought of something to say, “Dumb kids ran into my suitcase when they were horsing around.”
The man laughed, “Oh, my name is Min Yoongi.”
“My name is Rachel,” I smiled shyly and tucked my hair behind my ear.
“Kumamon!” Yoongi smiled and pointed at my suitcase, “He’s cute!”
“Yeah! He is,” I laughed effortlessly at how such a cold looking man could like something so cute. Though he was cute.
“So, How are you?” I asked awkwardly. I had so much time to kill and killing it with a hot guy was the most ideal way to do it.
“Tired,” Yoongi sighed and closed his eyes for a few seconds. His eyelashes were so beautiful I had to remind myself that staring at someone with your mouth open was weird. “But I’m always tired.” He opened his eyes and smiled at me, “What about you?”
I laughed at my boiling angry at the world, “God. I mean my flight just got delayed seven hours and I’m...ugh.”
Yoongi pulled a face, feeling my pain, “That happened to me once and it sucks. I just slept for the time being though.”
“If only I could sleep so easily around strangers,” I sighed. Yoongi stretched his arm and massaged the back of his neck. For someone who claims to sleep a lot, he looks tired, I thought. Suddenly I felt nervous and awkward. What am I doing here? God you probably look so dumb right now! “Umm...It was nice talking to you. I’m going to go get something to eat while I wait,” I gestured to Dunkin’ Donuts and laughed nervously.
Yoongi looked caught off guard for a few seconds before nodding, “It was nice talking to you, too.”
I pulled my suitcase behind me and began walking to the donuts. The wheels clicked against the white tiles. I stole a glance back at Yoongi before walking into the shop. He turn around and was now talking to his friends. I couldn’t help but think I lost a chance or something. My heart sunk. Another bachelor I was too shy to do anything about.
