"Excuse me?"

My brain wasn't functioning. I couldn't reply. All I could do was stare.

"Ye-yes?"

Ah. Don't stutter.

"Oh my god! You're Korean?", he smiled very brightly. He was like the sun, very radiating and beautiful.

I never expected to see him this up close. His voice is so deep and manly.

"Yeah...", I trailed off.

"That's so great! I wanted to tell you to move your stuffs to your side so that I can sit at my seat. But my English sucks so.", he chuckled and my eyes went onto my headphones and clutch bag that was on his seat—

WAIT. HIS SEAT IS NEXT TO MINE?!

"God, I am so sorry!", I apologized as I took my things away in a rush.

"No worries.", he grinned as he took his seat next to mine. My heart was beating so loud inside my chest that I was afraid he would hear it.

I didn't even look at him any further as I kept reading a magazine, reading some random shit. I didn't want to annoy him or make him feel uncomfortable.

"Ladies and gentlemen. We will be taking off shortly. Please make sure that your seat belt is securely fastened. Thank you.", the flight attendant's voice blared through the speakers, causing all the passengers to fasten their seatbelts.

"It's gonna be a long ride, isn't?", he sighed out of blue and I just nodded, not sparing him a glance.

After a while, the plane took off and god, my ears felt like hell.

"May I have your attention, please? The fasten seat belt sign is now off.  However, we would recommend that you do keep your seat belt fastened during the entire flight.  Your cooperation will be appreciated."

Just like that, I unfastened my seatbelt because it felt so uncomfortable.

I took out my laptop so that I can watch the movies I downloaded to watch during the flight.

Once I switched on my laptop, a group selca of BTS quickly displayed, causing me to shut the laptop with force. That startled the man sitting beside me.

I glanced at him with an apologetic look.

"Sorry.", I said, quickly looking the other way. He shrugged it, causing me to sigh in relief. That was how I decided to listen to music and just go to sleep.

I woke up, feeling a weight on my shoulder. I rubbed my eyes and let out a yawn. I glanced down at my shoulder and almost let out a gasp but quickly covered it with my right hand.

KIM TAEHYUNG'S HEAD WAS ON MY SHOULDER. WHAT ON EARTH—

I observed his handsome sleeping face. The way his blonde locks fell on his forehead, his celestial shaped nose and his beautiful long lashes. Never had I seen a man this beautiful in my life before. My heart raced.

This all sounds so much like a fan fiction.

Who would have thought that your favorite kpop idol would be sleeping on your shoulder so peacefully? Literal every fangirl's dream. I know.

I didn't want to move one bit, not wanting him to wake up. It's rude to wake an angel up from his beauty sleep.

Apparently, he woke up after awhile, groaning a bit. His eyes turned wide when he noticed his position and I blushed into shades of red, throat feeling dry.

"I am so sorry!", he apologized.

"No. No. It's fine.", I assured, smiling a little. He rubbed the back of his neck from awkwardness. Cute.

There was a long silence between us. I decided to draw something in my sketchbook so that I can work on launching my own fashion brand when I get back Korea.

I took out my sketchbook and some pens, then pulled down my small table.

"You're a fashion designer?"

His question made me look at him.

"Not really. I am just a fashion art direction graduate.", I answered, causing him to hum in response.

"It's cool. I love fashion and styling.", he chuckled.

I know.

"What's your name?", he asked.

"Kang Minhee.", I answered.

"Oh, I am Kim Taehyung—"

"I know.", I giggled.

"What? You do?", he asked in awe.

"I am an ARMY.", I said and he let out a silent 'wow'.

"I don't want you to think I am following you or anything. I have been studying in the UK for five years and now I am returning home. I had no idea you would be on this flight.", I explained.

"No. No. It's fine. It's clearly a coincidence of course. Because no one except the members knew I am having a break in London all alone.", he said and I nodded.

"Was it why you were acting all shy and uneasy awhile ago?", he had a knowing smirk on his face and I went all red.

"That's so absurd!", I whisper yelled.

"Ayyy. Yes you were.", he teased.

"I mean I have to admit. I used to be so crazy about you guys but now I am mature. I have passed the age of squealing and getting so obsessed.", I huffed.

"Tch. You are no fun.", he crossed his arms over his chest.

"I am fun.", I retorted.

"Hmmm~", he hummed.

"So Minhee. How old are you?", he asked.

"I am 23."

"Then you should be like Taehyung oppa!", he imitated a fangirl and I giggled.

"I used to be like that."

"Then what changed you? Do you not like us anymore?", he questioned.

"Of course I do like you all! I would never stop being an ARMY. You guys shaped my life, giving me a push to chase my dreams and become the person that I am today.", I paused.

"So, Thank you so much. I never regret supporting you guys. It had been nine years that I've been an ARMY and I am proud to be one.", I finished off with a smile.

"Aw. I am so glad to hear that.", he ruffled my hair, causing my heart to skip a beat.

"Who's your bias?", he raised an eyebrow, lips forming into a smirk.

"Why would you ask that?", I made a face.

"Well, I am curious."

Silence~

"Come onnnnn. Answer me.", he whined.

"You.", I answered bluntly and his brows jumped.

"Wait-what, hold on. Really?"

And, I nodded.

"Woah. Oh well. I am popular among the ladies.", he giggled and I just sighed, suppressing my smile.

I knew he is cheeky but I didn't think he would be this cheeky in reality.

"Do you have a boyfriend?", he asked.

"God, I hate this question.", I rolled my eyes.

"Why?", he asked, amused.

"I don't have a boyfriend. I have been single for my whole life. My friends think I am heartless.", I pouted and he laughed.

"I know you aren't heartless.", he said and I looked up to meet his eyes. "Judging the way your heart raced seeing me."

"How did you know?!", I let out a dramatic gasp. He broke into laughter once again, earning a look of confusion from me.

"God, you are so cute.", he sighed as his gaze landed on me. I blushed so hard. So damn hard.

It wasn't awkward with him just became he's my idol and bias. I am glad that he didn't assume I am an obsessed fan.

We talked a lot throughout the whole flight. 18 hours of flight didn't seem like a long time when I was with him.

It's quite saddening knowing we had to part once the plane lands.

But, what can I say?

I should consider myself lucky for being able to meet him.

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[ a/n: oof. how is this story? ]