"jeongin, it's him." seungmin whispered, pulling on the hem of the younger's sleeve and tugging him over the armrest, leaning closer so he couldn't be heard. "it's him."
jeongin frowned, eyes looking everywhere while having no clue what seungmin meant. his eyes scanned the aisle and possibly staring at every passenger in the eyes. "who? who's him?."
"two aisles over, putting luggage in the locker." seungmin glanced behind his back and pursed his lips, "now he's sitting down with a boy."
jeongin followed the boy's eyes and face morphed into realisation at who he was speaking of. still, he frowned, he was still confused as to who It was. "and what about him?."
the redhead sighed, sitting back against his seat and pulling out his book tucked away in between his arm. "he was the boy who tried opening our hotel room."
"him?." jeongin eyed the boy, staring at him from the back since he was turned the other way. "he doesn't look like a thief. you described him as ugly and this guy is certainly not ugly."
seungmin rolled his eyes and grinned slightly, opening and flipping the pages of his book. "I know. but I've seen him exactly three times already. I can't believe he's taking the same flight as us."
"so he's going to paris?." jeongin questioned, finally taking his eyes off the boy and looking at his friend who shrugged at his question. "and I saw him too. one time though. in the hotel's cafe. he seemed so impatient and was so unnecessarily loud that morning. we've seen and talked to his friend, too."
seungmin frowned at that, turning his head to look back at the boy and catching sight of a familiar blonde head smiling at his friend and speaking in hushed voices. the boy who interfered in their conversation back at the hotel. "oh."
"wow." jeongin grinned, enlightenment in his tone of voice and he laughed softly, "guess you'll probably be seeing them another time after this. now, where is woojin hyung? he's been gone for about five whole minutes and his seat is getting cold."
seungmin continued to look two aisles over, watching as the duo of strangers spoke to each other as if they were sharing gossip, leaning over the armrest to whisper into each other's ear, giggling at whatever the other said. seungmin scoffed, reminding him of some girls he went to school with.
the day he encountered the boy he didn't really look directly at him, but getting a good look of the stranger, he seemed to be amazed. the boy looked attractive, seungmin had to be truthful, but something about the other's presences bothered him, irked him. maybe it was the fact that the boy looked like he would cause trouble, especially with looks like his.
seungmin knew it was wrong to judge, most especially judging someone he knew nothing of and have only encountered three times —two at the airport, one at the hotel— but it almost felt like his judgment towards the stranger was necessary for no clear reason. even if he tried not to look at the boy during the flight, seungmin always ended up doing so and rolling his eyes out of irritation. he just really hope he won't be seeing the boy and his friend after boarding off the plane.
