In Time (In Places Book 2)

#10 Teaser

I stopped on my tracks when the stewardess started walking the opposite side of the hallway. When I showed her my ticket to Seoul and passport a while ago, she politely ushered me into the walkway leading to the airplane runways. But now, it seems like we're already going to a different direction. "Um, excuse me?" I called with a frown and she turned kindly back at me. "I'm sorry. But the plane's that way, right?" I looked back and pointed at the trail of people heading the other way.

She nodded with a smile. "Yes, Mr. Byun, that's correct," she said. "They're traveling in economy class so their plane will leave sooner. Do you have anyone in there you would like to reach? I'm sure we could arrange a phone call for you."

What? That's weird. What the hell is she saying?

Totally confused, I held up my ticket. "I should be on that plane," my voice practically sound tired and annoyed already. "Here, take a look again. There might have been a mixed up." But the stewardess just smiled wider and didn't even bother looking. Ugh. The exhibit I attended here in Jeju has been super tiring, although there were a lot of new people I met and a lot more things I learned. The 3-day event was held at this really huge hotel events place and my legs were killing me at the end of every night.

It was awesome and I like walking around. But then I regret it a little too late.

And so now, I definitely do not have time for this. All I really want to do at this very moment is board that fcking plane and have my one hour sleep and when I wake up, I'm in Seoul again. Three days and I already miss the shop, the smell of coffee and book pages, Peanut, my annoying friends, Mom's cooking, my fiance...

"I'm pretty sure there were no errors committed, Mr. Byun," Then she gestured to the hallway again. "Shall we, sir?" the stewardess asked and that's when I noticed the sign on the wall, indicating where we're going. Okay. Now I understand what's happening. With a sigh, I followed her as I took my phone from the back pocket of my black jeans. It has been raining here in Jeju for the past days and I'm forced to wear a jacket over two sweatshirts because it's freezing every morning. Geez.

With my phone at hand, I quickly dialed Park Chanyeol's number and he picked up on the second ring.

"Hey," he greeted with a small laugh. "I'm really expecting your call, Byun Baekhyun."

I rolled my eyes. "Don't just 'hey' me when you purposely tampered on my flight details without me knowing," I scolded him. "What did I tell you about your habit of switching me from economy to first class every fcking time I board a plane? You really stress me out sometimes, Park Chanyeol." I tried keeping my voice low but I'm pretty sure the attendant could hear my painful sentiments because her cheeks rise up whenever I speak.