Jisoo pov:
A week has passed now..And today I'm going to Korea. I still have cold blood with my mom but idfc. I'm just excited to see Granny and nothing else. I believe my mom will put me in some fancy, rich school and then when I make friends over there, she will shift again. I know it.
I video call Lisa at the airport.
"Heyo"
Lisa- heyy
"Well...this is it."
Lisa- I'm gonna miss u jichu
"I'll miss u so so fucking much."
I see lisa get emotional and a tear trickled down her cheek.
Lisa: fu cant u get emotional for once.
She laughs from between her sobs.
"I'm gonna call u everyday ok?"
Lisa nods and smiles.
Lisa: I made u a farewell giFt heh
"Really?"
Lisa: yeah, I'll send it to u when ur on ur flight. I don't want u to see it in front of me.
"Okay."
Lisa: text me when u get there.
"Yea obv."
We smile, and finally we cut the call.
It's time for the flight now...
I show my passport and sit down on my seat. Window seat suckerzzz. Lmao. I look to my left. The person who has their seat besides mine is not here. Thank god, I hate sitting next to random old ppl on planes, or ppl with annoying crying babies or whatever. Tho mostly, I'm glad I don't have to sit next to my mom, she is the definition of annoying. Oof. She isn't anyways coming today, had some 'work'. Ig she'll be flying next week.
I turn my head to see someone panting as if they just ran a marathon.
A tall, thin guy, around my age.
"Uh excuse me?"
The guy speaks.
"What?"
I asked annoyed, assholes like this r the reason the word 'delay' exists.
"I had the window seat."
Srsly, now he is trying to steal my seat. Ufff. U do not wanna deal with me I'm telling u.
"Ugh, idc, I sat here already, just sit somewhere else."
"No. That is my seat. U go sit somewhere else."
Okay, now he is really getting under my skin
"What if I don't." I grunt.
He rolls his eyes and mumbles smg under his breath.
"Did u just roll ur eyes at me?!"
"Oh I'm sry, miss princess", he speaks sarcastically.
"Ughh."
I turn my back at him and pick up my phone in frustration. I see a notification pop up from lisa. I click on it and find a video. I play the video.
The was half way through the video when that fucking bastard disturbs me.
"WHATTT"
"Sheesh, y r u yelling"
"What do u want?!"
"The air hostess is asking u if u need food. But u were too into your...whatever ur watching".
I groan and close my phone.
"Do u serve anything strong?"
"No I'm sry. But may I offer u juice or coffee or tea?"
"No I'm good then. Can I get a bag of peanuts?"
"Sure."
The lady opens some drawer and hangs me a bag of peanuts. Then she walks ahead.
"I'm allergic to peanuts."
I looked over at the guy who was now scrunching his nose.
"And I care how?"
"I'm just saying."
I roll my eyes and continue munching on my peanuts. This person is weird. Very. He has been trying to open a can of juice since the past 2 mins. Like wth.
"Finally."
He opens the lid and all of a sudden his drink slips from his hand and falls on me.
"Oh my fucking god. Ur so full of shi-"
"I'm sry. It slipped."
He looks at me and it's too obvious, the laughter he is trying his best to hide.
I glare at him.
"Dick."
