lips • kyungjeong

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the day had finally come.

the long awaited day when yijeong would meet the taller boy he'd been dreaming about for years.

as the male got ready, he put a collar-kind choker around his neck, a loose tee and an oversized jacket made of jeans over it. he put on a pair of black skinny jeans, tucking a part of his shirt inside. as he headed through the door, he slowly slipped on a pair of worn out vans and hurried to his car, almost being late to the 5am flight.

the boy broke most of the speed limits and got to the airport 20 minutes before his plane took off.

he didn't have much problem getting through the security checks and was fast to arrive to the waiting room.

something seemed off, though. he had double checked the time and date already to make sure he isn't too late or early, and he quadruple checked that he was at the right plane entrance.

not even a minute later, the boy had laid his eyes on a mesmerising sight; song kyungil merch.

not wasting a second since he did have only 10 minutes until his flight, he ran into the store and bought the whole 3 items they had. and seconds later, he went in to buy the same items again. just in case.

there weren't a lot of people boarding the plane, he was one of the first to go on it.

as he sat down, he noticed his seatmate to be wearing some sort of mask and glasses, as if to protect him. but the boy knew better, celebrities have enough to fly in first class which was far from where he was sitting.

he didn't question it: maybe the person had a bad cold and was blind or something along those lines.

as the flight was halfway through and yijeong was barely done putting on eyeliner he had been struggling to put on for the past few hours, he had to leave for the bathroom. standing up, he asked his seatmate to move a bit and at that exact moment he heard an angelic voice.

the person that voiced out the 'sure' was very possibly kyungil, for the voice was identical. as he passed him, he had finally paid some attention to the male, noticing his broad shoulders, built neck and back muscles and the strong hands he used to grip his phone.

he was sure to be sitting next to his biggest idol.

the tall boy did mention on his twitter he was going on a vacation, but the short male wouldn't dare dream it would be near him.

trying not to burst out in tears, he hurried to the bathroom, doing his business and splashing his face with water.

most people would quite possibly wonder if they might have seen wrong, but yijeong wasn't worried about that. he knew all the idol's features more than he ever knew his own family.

after a couple minutes, he stepped out of the stall, walking up to his seat with wobbly legs.

as he sat down, he slowly turned to look to his seatmate.

"excuse me, but are you by any chance song kyungil?"