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✔Distance (II) | Namjoon

   Airplanes, have always sucked.

  And being in one for nearly fifteen hours did not sound your idea of fun or constructive time spending. 

  You reach up, pushing your carry-on into the compartment above your seat, and finally sit down into your window seat. Your phone was on airplane mode since you'd arrived at the airport--you were highly prepared for this trip--meaning you couldn't text Namjoon. Probably a terrible idea, because now you can't ask him to give you a ride. Most likely you'd just find time in the last couple hours of being on the airplane, you'll send him an SOS. 

  An elderly woman sits down in the seat closest to the aisle, one seat keeping the two of you apart from one another. She smiles softly at you, her dark eyes lighting up into an eye smile. You grin back at her, nodding your head politely. 

  After what felt like forever, the buckle-in-seatbelt sign lights up, signifying that the plane was set to leave the ground sooner rather than later. You sigh, sinking into the uncomfortable chair. You hadn't been on a place since you came to America when you were far younger, and hadn't foreseen ever stepping in one again. 

  "This should be fun." You murmur under you breath. 

  

                               ×××

After a drueling four hours of nothing but the airplane's whirring engine and crying infants to fill the silence, and staring out the window, you managed to fall into a light, dreamless sleep. 

  Up until the elderly woman from before gently tapped your shoulder, waking you up with a start, several hours later. You blink away the tiredness, trying to get the dry bluriness from your eyes. After a few tried and failed attempts, you looked to the woman politely. 

  "You were having a nightmare, dear." She says. You frown. You didn't recall having a nightmare. 

   'Now would be a good time to text Namjoon,' You think, pulling out your phone. Nine o'clock at night. 

  "We left at seven AM, right ma'am?" You ask the woman politely. She nods, smiling at you softly before looking back at the back of seat of the man in front of her. 

 After silently doing the math, you nod, satisfied with the timing. 14 hours in a plane went by moderately quickly. 

  To: Namjoon

 'Are you awake?' 

  You turn off your phone, staring out the window, waiting patiently for him to reply. 

 One new message from Namjoon: 

'Of course. What do you need, jagiya?' 

  To Namjoon: 

'I need you to come to the airport in Seoul at 10.' 

One new message from Namjoon: 

'No way. Did you actually do what I think you did?

To Namjoon:

'Just come get me @ 10, pls ily. 

 One new message from Namjoon:

'I love you too.

You smile at the phone, tugging at the inside of your cheek with your teeth. This was going to be the longest hour of your life. 

×××

  "Hyung, I'm gonna head out. I'll be right back!" Namjoon yells to his roommate. Yoongi walks out of his room, one dark eyebrow raised.

 "Where are you going?" Yoongi asks, his hair still wet after taking a shower half an hour before. Though, it looked as if he took a nap right after, as his hair had dried at a rather dented angle.

 "To pick up something." Namjoon replies, grabbing his sweatshirt and keys. Yoongi's eyes narrow slightly.

 "Are you going grocery shopping?"

  "Sure, let's go with that." 

  ×××

You pick up your suitcase from the baggage claim, checking your phone for the thousandth--it felt--time in the last ten minutes. It had become your lifeline, in the last few minutes you'd spent back on Korean land.

 'Incoming Call: Namjoon' 

  "Hello?" You answer, desperate to hear his voice. 

  "Hello, love. Are you on land?" 

  "Yeah. Are you here?" You were getting more and more excited by the second. But with the elevation of your undoubted excitement, there was at least twice as much of an increase in nerves.

  "I'm at the airport. Where are you?" 

  "The baggage claim. I don't see you. I'm close to the entrance." 

  "I was just there."

  You groan, already at the peak of your patience. Now both you and Namjoon were lost in an airport, with only guesses and half-baked visual directions on your side to find one another.

  You were so close. In the same building, yet so very far. 

  "Wait. Oh my--I think I see you." 

 Your heart does a little backflip from beneath your ribcage. 

  "Look behind you." Namjoon's voice says quietly into the phone. You whirl around, desperately searching for him. 

   You hadn't seen Kim Namjoon for well over a few years, but you could never forget his face. He stood out in a crowd, that was for sure. He stood absolutely still, just staring at you. For a brief moment in time, you were stuck in place, your limbs stiff, your heart racing, and your mind floating. 

   Sometimes you forget that this wasn't a PG-13 romcom. 

 You drop your bags, running towards Namjoon. With what little strength you had left after an exhausting day of sitting for fifteen hours, you leap into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. 

  He easily catches you, his strong arms tightening around you like a vise. You let out a happy weep, basking in the feeling of finally being close to him. After so many years of Skype calls, texting, and phone calls, you were here. 

 He was here. 

 No longer was there half a planet and a computer screen keeping you apart.

  And you'd finished, all the way to the epilogue. 

         ×××

   Unedited. This story is crap.

     (2018) you bet your feather cap it is