°•Destiny•° | KTH

Chapter - 3

Kim Taehyung POV

The flight is so boring. Can't wait to go back home.

I started looking here and there to pass my time when I noticed the girl on my right. She was leaning towards the window sobbing silently.

For a moment, I felt guilty as I thought I made her cry. Maybe I was very rude. Why does she look familiar? 

Though, I can't recall if I have met her before. UGHH Why is she crying? Is it seriously because of me?

Should I talk to her? He thought. 

No, that would be a bad idea.

But what if she feels okay when I apologize to her? 

Oh wait, am I thinking to apologize to her? Seriously? I wasn't even that rude. She must be a crybaby.

The flight started shaking suddenly, which meant there was turbulence. Not again, I thought. 

Suddenly, I felt my hand held tightly again. I looked towards my right, and she was holding my hand tightly, thinking of it as an armrest, her eyes shut tightly as if opening it might be the cause of her death. Her expressions were full of fear. Maybe, she is actually very afraid of flights.

I didn't ask her to remove her hands again. Though, she was digging her nails very deep almost ripping off my skin. But fortunately, the turbulence was over soon. And she let go my hand.

She didn't apologize, what an ill-mannered girl.

But her face was still sad. Maybe I am not the reason she was crying. Maybe she was going through a breakup sort of thing.

Oh WTH Kim Taehyung. Break up is not always the reason girls cry.

Our meals arrived. I thanked the air hostess and started eating when my hand suddenly hit the glass of water and it spilled to the right.

Oh Shit!

As my sixth sense guessed, the water spilled over her left leg, her jeans fully soaked with the water now. I could feel her gaze towards me. I was just too afraid to look her in the eye.

The tables had turned.

"I am really sorry; it was just an acc-"

I was trying to apologize when she interrupted me, her face raging with anger.

"Hey! Are you trying to get back at me with such dirty tricks?" She can punch me anytime.

"No, I am not trying to get back at you. My hand hit the glass by mistake. I am really sorry."

While I was trying to apologize again, my attempts failed as she pressed the button to call the air hostess.

"Yes, Ma'am. How can I help you?" The air hostess asked.

"Can you please change my seat somewhere else? I can't sit here."

"I am sorry Ma'am, but all the seats are already full. You'll have to complete your remaining journey at this seat only"

She was now burning with anger, giving me a death glare. If human beings were allowed to kill just by glaring, I would have been probably dead at that moment.

"I am really sorry." I apologized again but my attempt failed. She ignored to continue her meal.

The rest of the journey went with both of ignoring each other as much as possible. 

The Pilot announced that we were about to reach the destination. 

Realization hit me and I cross my arms, preventing my right hand from the torture of this girl. I just could not bear another session of her nails deep in the skin, leaving red marks. 

She noticed me, guilt evident on her face. But soon it changed into fear. I realized the plan was now landing.

She had shut her eyes tight, eyebrows furrowed, lips moving as if trying to say something. Maybe she is praying for her survival.

She looked cute with that scared expression on her face. 

Hey! Kim Tae Hyung. What are you thinking? She is an arrogant and rude girl. 

But cute too.

Her face felt familiar to me. Though, I couldn't recall. Was she possibly in some TV commercial or something? Ugh! This is the worst feeling like a song stuck in your head and you can't recall the song name.

When the airplane touched the ground giving all passengers a little jerk, she squealed, opening her one eye slightly to check she has reached safely. She sighed and then looked at me with a confused expression.

 I was so lost in staring at her that I didn't realize she was waving her hand in front of my face.

"Hey! What are you staring at?" She asked, sounding quite irritated by my stare.

"I uh – Sorry, I was looking at the window" I tried to defend myself, embarrassment evident on my face which would now surely looking like a red tomato. She gave me a death glare again.

What does she think of herself?"

Soon, I was near the luggage belt waiting for my bags. Once they arrived,  I left the airport for my home.

 I wish I never meet her again.

Or maybe I wanted to. Why do I feel I have seen her somewhere?

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A/N:

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