Kim Jungwoo, known as the unsociable beauty of the campus, paint himself as an ordinary junior college student. But that was just a mask to cover his anxiety-driven life filled with nightmares and self-doubt, which resulted for him to seek for the '...
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"Excuse me, Miss!" I called out to a stewardess who was busy stacking the airline magazine to where it was supposed to be.
"Yes, sir?" she replied with an accommodating smile.
"Did you see the man seated beside me? The one I was talking to during the flight?" I asked as I pointed to the empty seat beside me.
"Ah! That handsome guy? Yes, he got off a few minutes ago before you woke up."
"Oh...thanks," I replied dejectedly as I clutched on the suit jacket that he left behind. Not wanting to cause any trouble for the airline staff, I gathered my things and walked out to the exit.
In the middle of our eleven hours non-stop flight, Mr. Jeong asked a stewardess to provide a medicine for my motion sickness. He said that the discomfort was evident on my face and it would be best to take it before we experience any turbulence along the way. So, I heed his advice and took one from the airline staff but the side effects made me drowsy and I was knocked out within the remaining hours.
It was a bummer because I enjoyed my flight back home because of him and I would've enjoyed it more if I didn't fall asleep. I forgot to ask his profession but he was very engaging and attentive as we made conversation. That, and his handsome face was surely made for people to gravitate towards him. If I might say, I guessed it was a stroke of luck when I impulsively bought a ticket that very night because I met him on that flight. I secretly want to meet him again if I have the chance.
"Jungwoo!" I was greeted by a young guy who was energetically waving towards me. He was wearing a red hoodie over a pair of jeans and Nike sneakers. Mark, my assistant, loves to dress casually on and off work if he can help it.
"Mark," I greeted as soon as I was near him.
"I got here an hour ago! Did the immigration officers held you or something?"
"No, there's a lot of people in the line," I lied. I didn't want to tell him that I overslept on the plane. He would probably laugh and nag on our way back home and that's the last thing I wanted after an eleven-hour flight.
"Well, c'mon! You must be tired. Let's get you home," he said as he walked in front of me.
Without retorting back I followed him outside the airport and into the carpark. We settled inside his black 2020 Jeep Wrangler as he turned on the engine and the air-condition. But before he can back out of the spot, he looked over to me and made a quizzical look on his face. "Who's jacket is that?" he pointed out to the jacket that I was still holding.
"The passenger next to me. I forgot my jacket in the apartment and he was generous enough to lend it to me,"
