It was halfway through your flight and you couldn't get any rest. You sat by the window, but you looked out to see nothing but clouds. The picture of small Seoul was long gone, and you regretted not paying mind to it when it was there. You were still nervous and the feeling you had was definitely not as you imagined.
In the same row as you were Seungmin and Jisung. Jisung had insisted earlier in the car ride that he wanted to sit in between you two. He said that Seungmin would no doubt know how to survive a plane crash and that you were a good pillow, so he chose you two as his seat mates. You didn't argue though, you liked having Jisung beside you. For some reason, seeing his sleeping figure calmed you down. You carefully breathed out an exhausted sigh, trying not to disturb Jisung's sleep as he seemed to be comfortable. Even when you yawned, he had not woken up.
You were getting sleepy at the moment, and you thought about leaning your head on the wall beside you, but immediately decided against it as it would definitely not be comfortable.
This caught Seungmin's attention, driving it away from his tablet which he had been playing since the airplane had taken off. Since you had taken off, Seungmin had worn his headphones as he said you two were going to be too noisy for him and all he wanted was his peace and quiet. In which, he was correct. You and Jisung had been talking since and it was only until Jisung had fallen asleep that you had quieted down yourself.
"You okay there, Min?" Seungmin asks with a low voice, careful to not disturb anyone else on the plane who may want their own peace.
"Yeah, just a bit-" you try reassuring him but you get interrupted by another yawn, "sleepy."
"Here," Seungmin says, placing his things to the side before lightly tilting Jisung's head to lean on his shoulder instead of yours. He raised the armrest between you and Jisung and softly suggested, "Lay on his stomach. I'm sure he won't mind."
You grew interested in his suggestion and did as he says. Instantly, you felt happy to have Jisung beside you. Turns out, both of you were amazing at being pillows.
"Go to sleep," Seungmin says as he pats your head and plays with the tip of your ears, knowing that that action always made you fall asleep quickly.
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You guys had finally arrived in New York. After your relaxing sleep, it had felt like the plane had arrived in a snap of a finger. Everything was great until you felt your ears plug as a side effect from the height above land earlier. It didn't bother you as much, but you definitely wanted to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling.
Like earlier, you guys had managed to pass through all the painstaking processes of the airport, and now you were just waiting for the van that was pending your guys' arrival to take you guys to the hotel. Luckily, it didn't take long for them to spot the nine of you waiting by one of the exits.
The driver drove all of you to the hotel. The ride wasn't so far away as it only took you twenty minutes to get there, but it felt longer since everyone was either too shy or too sleepy to make a sound. You were definitely on the latter—the jet lag instantly kicked in as soon as you stepped in the car, making you sleep throughout the whole ride.
You groaned as you felt someone shaking you awake, repeatedly saying "we're here" before you really were wide awake. As you rubbed your eyes, you saw Changbin beside you, slowly pulling you out of the van to get on your feet. As expected, you were a little drowsy, finding your balance.
After thanking the driver, you all stepped into the lobby. In your eyes, it was undeniably beautiful. The room was painted a light shade of cream, decorated all around with streaks of gold to imitate the scene of a fairytale. Gold chandeliers filled the plain ceiling, not looking as plain anymore.
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