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hana's pov

7 hours later, 5:13 am- i was stranded in the airport. but for some odd reason there were a bunch of people carrying cameras roaming around the airport. there were girls as well, all wearing something similar. they all had 'got7' plastered on their shirts.
'got7'?? is that some type of ham?

i had bought the earliest tickets i could get to korea. now dreading the thought of it, i sighed as i recalled what happened a day ago.

'if only your father was her-'

get yourself together hana. don't you dare shed a tear for that woman.

not even 5 minutes in, i heard squeals and shrieks of girls. i literally wanted to staple every mouth that opened. i need my fucking peace for god's sake. the airport should really do something about that.

i guessed it was because of that got7 thing because all i heard was them chanting it.

'got7!' 'got7!' 'got7!'

and in merely a few seconds later,
'oppa!'
'markeu!!!!!'
'youngjae ah!! you're adorable!!!'
'oPpAh jinjA saRanGheyoW!!!'

i cringed real hard at the last one, it was so obvious that she was trying too hard to speak in korean.

oh, so got7 is from korea? ah! kpop!

the screams continued and the clicking of cameras got even louder.
they were all surrounding the 'got7' i assume. they were like ants finding sugar. they're all around and are so annoying, such pests.
so much for my peace!

dismissing my thoughts, i stayed put in the seat i was at, the one nearest to the charging pods. thank god for these!

'flight 5J, 806 to incheon korea, is boarding people in first class in 20 minutes.'

finally. after 7 long fucking hours.
i'm about to leave america, unwillingly.
with nothing but my louis vitton purse, my phone and my wallet.
not even a single shirt.

i'm just gonna buy some. besides,
i have my mom's second credit card.
she'll never realise i have it,
she forgot it even existed.

i'm in for a treat!

mark's pov

i headed to the airport, expecting a large crowd of fans just screaming in korean. i love every single one of them but sometimes they just cross the line.

and there it was. flashes from cameras, phones being pushed to my face, hearing all the korean words that i could barely comprehend, all the gifts and the most special one, the screams. they squeal like they don't give a damn about their throats.
i tried to wave at them as much as possible. when will this end?

'daddy i like your outfit!'

a fan yelled confidently. upon hearing this, yugyeom laughed. hard. i felt like pushing him into the crowd and leaving him there.

daddy? wow. that's. too much.

'ah, thank you!' i forced a laugh.

with a plain white mask, i covered myself. these things come in handy especially when people shove things up to your face.

(if anyone was wondering, this was what he was wearing. ok omg he's so fine i cannot.)  credits to owner!

'flight 5J, 806 to incheon korea, is boarding people in first class in 20 minutes.'

after what seemed like hours, security was beside me, trying to keep fans away. it followed me all the way to the lounging area, where i could loosen up a bit. i just hope everything is going to be okay during the flight.
i want to sleep.
the thoughts of the girl kept me all night and so did jackson. man does he know how to talk for hours.
i should've slept with jinyoung.
but the girl.
she had some effect on me.
i couldn't stop thinking about her, even while brushing my teeth.
i wonder where she was.

'flight 5J, 806 to incheon korea, is now boarding people in first class, seats 1 to 20.'

i was confused. 'seats 1 to 20'
i looked at all their boarding passes.
bambam was seat 20 yugyeom 18, jackson 17, youngjae was seat 15, jaebum 19 and jinyoung 16.

i was seat 21.
i guess i'm alone.
who the fuck booked these?
we were all supposed to board together, a rule given by our manager, to ensure safety amongst the group.

'hyung, what's your seat again?'

bambam asked, trying to help solve the issue.

'21'

he was just as confused as i am
he then approached the attendant and asked if we could do some changes, but to no avail. apparently it would obstruct the flow of the people boarding? what the fuck?

'bam, it's okay. hyung would understand. ' i gave him a slight smile, assuring him and he nodded, boarding the plane next.

'hyung would right? i mean its not my fault.'

i thought to myself, worried about being reprimanded for something i couldn't control AGAIN.

'i'll see your ass in 14 hours'

he said jokingly- i think. i hope.

i grinned in response and waved.
well at least i'm alone. no pranks, no being woken up for fun, no nothing.
just the 13 hour sleep i've been longing for.

i tried to remain calm and patient, having to wait for 34 minutes to board the plane. i needed to keep my cool, especially with everyone around. i need my sleep. i need my suite. just hang in there. they're all probably cozied up, snoring.
while i'm stuck here. aish.

after what felt like years, i was finally in the plane getting myself comfortable, about to snooze.
ah, the comfort of my own seat.
surprisingly, this was the first time i rejected a glass of champagne. i was too exhausted to even move my lips to take a sip.

but i soon changed my mind. it's not everyday i get to drink this.

waiting for the flight attendant to serve me, i heard someone speak, loud enough to be heard even in the plane.

'ms lee hana of seat 22, please board the plane as we are about to take off. i repeat ms lee hana of seat 22, we are about to take off. we would not entertain any delays in boarding. thank you'

lee hana...
how can someone be this late?
how is it humanly possible?
i hope she reaches in time.
i just want to take off as soon as possible. i just want to reach korea.

and miraculously, it's like someone read my mind: a girl came in, panting. definitely tired from running.

she looked rather familiar.
i felt like i've seen her before.
after studying her face

my pupils narrowed and seemed to flee from the expanding whites of my own eyes.

it was her.

from yesterday night.
the girl that kept me up.
the lost girl.
her eyes. her lips.
she looked irresistible.
like greatness in
its most extravagant form.

wait no- it's not her...

i was so bewildered. i really thought it was her. still studying her features, i nodded to myself. it's not her. she didnt have a mole beside her lip.

or did she?

'now where's my champagne?' i mumbled.

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note;

i'm sorry, i know dis really short but i want to keep it this way! sort of like a cliff hanger!

i hope ur enjoying this shit! 

much love,
dumb bitch