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"Anything to drink, Sir?" A polite feminine voice jerked Jimin from his train of thought, and he nodded after a moment's hesitation.
"Apple juice, please."
"Of course." The hostess smiled, and poured the pale brown liquid into a paper glass, handing it to Jimin, who thanked her.
Jimin had been to Seoul multiple times; his business required for him to travel all around South Korea, especially Seoul, which was the main centre. But he had never had to face Jae Eun, and somehow, that thought was more frightening than any business trip had ever been.
He wanted the flight to get over, but at the same time, he didn't.
He wanted to be in Seoul, but at the same time, he wanted to be safe in his house in Busan.
Jimin was oblivious to everything going on around him, and he didn't have the strength to do anything but worry.
Slowly, he was consumed by sleep, and when he woke up, the plane had landed in Seoul.
