M.I.A. || SeungJin

= Trois =

"I'll do it"

Those last words rung throughout Hyunjin's mind as he blinked back to his current state. He was standing between the confused bustling travellers of Incheon International Airport; the poor individuals trying to figure out where the hell they were going in this damned building. Chan was situated beside him, frantically looking around and frequently asking Hyunjin 'have you seen him yet' for the past two hours. It's probably obvious by now that they've been waiting patiently for the one and only Seungmin.

It's not that Hyunjin was angry, but he sure was annoyed that Seungmin hadn't exited the terminal yet, although the plane had landed a long while ago. The amount of people leaving the terminal had lowered down to a minimum as well, making the boy question whether there was anyone even left on the plane.

"Hey, are you sure that Seungmin guy was on this plane?", Hyunjin turned to Chan with doubt written all over his pretty face.

"Yes, of course I'm sure. It says it right here, plane number 806", Chan showed the open email on his phone, with the home button facing the roof, to Hyunjin. He sounded a bit offended that someone would disregard his (self-claimed) email-reading skills.

And this was the moment when Hyunjin had felt the most disappointed in his life.

"You have got to be kidding me", he almost laughed from how stupid his hyung could be.

".....What?"

"This says plane number 809, hyung. Have you been reading from your phone upside-down the whole time or what!", Hyunjin exclaimed quite loudly, gaining a few stares from unknown people as he stuck Chan's phone back in his face. Hyunjin didn't really care about his impression on strangers at that moment because he was feeling even more pissed off than he originally was. It turns out it wasn't Seungmin's fault for being supposedly late after all.

"Woah, woah! Calm down mate! How on earth do you think I was meant to know that", Chan questioned as a faint rose tint appeared on his face. I mean, it would be really embarrassing for your bro to just scream out to the world that you've been reading your emails upside-down.

"Um, it's a bloody iPhone. How the hell do you not know how to use an iPhone, bro?Maybe you should get some glasses Chan. I mean, you are getting old", Hyunjin snickered.

"Keep going, Hyunjin. You're doing a great job at making my day worse"

"Awwwww, hyung. You know I don't mean it", Hyunjin whined with pouty lips as he shouldered Chan. All signs of Hyunjin's bad mood had now vanished.

"I forgive you. But now," Chan began with a smile, "we need to figure out where the heck the terminal for plane 809 is"

The two males glanced all around them, searching for any sign that could possibly tell them where this terminal was located. Right then, Hyunjin spotted what they were looking for.

"Channie-hyung, I see it! If we go further down left we'll get to the terminal!"

They decided to fast-walk their way down the path leading towards their hoped destination, while also strictly avoiding the potential to bump into people still busily rushing around. By the time they made it to their goal, the clock had already ticked past three hours since their arrival of entering Incheon Airport. It was easy to say that they truly hoped that this little escapade was bound to never happen again.

Although they had arrived to the terminal for plane number 809 (not 806) extremely late, they still discovered a lonely boy facing his back towards them as he sat among the thousands of chairs lined in rows. There was no mistake that this was their guy. As they neared closer towards their new companion, that would be working for their company from now on, they noticed the boy playing what seemed to be Crossy Road on his pristinely clean phone. Hyunjin smiled lightly at the boy's cuteness.