Captured by a Smile | SVT Hoshi X Reader

Lost

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. HOSHI?! We were on the same flight this whole time? How come I didn't notice? Well, I did sleep more than the average human being on that flight. But like...I love sleep. It recovers the body, your brain create dreams, but there are nightmares... What am I talking about again? "Hey lady! Are you going to move out of the way or not? You're blocking the exit," says a man next to me. I realize that I've been staring at Hoshi this whole time as I was completely in my thoughts. He's still smiling at me. I feel my face burning red and say, "Y-yes, I...I'm sorry. I'll move." I start to exit the plane and try not to look everywhere.

OH MY GOD. I just want to crawl up into a ball and go die in a hole. I just embarrassed myself...again...in front of everyone. Seriously, this is a good start to my new life! It's okay [Y/N]. Don't worry about it. Just forget about it. Wait...waaaiiittt. I didn't say anything to Hoshi. I didn't get to tell him, "Yes I'm okay, it's just me being my clumsy self. Thank you for asking. And I love your smile." Wait, what was that last part? Did I think that? Would I be able to tell him that in person? Absolutely not! Then again, when is the next time I'll see him? Never. But...I want to see him again. WHAT. I slap myself with my left hand. What am I thinking?

It's probably just jetlag or some other excuse I can't think of at the moment. Also, where am I walking? I just started walking in some random direction. Oh no [Y/N]. You had to get lost in your thoughts again. Annnddd now I'm lost. I don't even know where I came from. Uh, was it this way? Or this way? I need to get my luggage. There has to be a sign, right? I start to read the signs around me and they are all food places. Wow, I couldn't figure that out from the smell of food that surrounds me.

I feel people staring at me. Watching me. Watching my every move. Watching me being confused and lost. Please don't stare at me. I don't like attention. I'm just a lost foreigner. I feel small. Please don't look at me. My breathing starts to get heavy. No. Please. Stop. It's okay Tina. Just relax... but...I can't. I knew I shouldn't have come here. This is too much for me. No! Stop! You worked too hard to just go home now. All those hours you will never get back. Your hard work would just be a waste. But...people...watching me. They are laughing at me. I feel tears start forming in the corners of my eyes. Why me? Why...?