다섯. 五.

Jiyong collapsed against the plane chair, heavily breathing. They had almost missed their flight back to Seoul. That might have been because they had drank too much last night. The three companions had a small party for their farewell. It never occured that they would actually get drunk. So this morning, they were in hangover and when Yumi finally got over hers, she looked at the clock and there was the time. She hurried to her boss' room and they woke up.

Jiyong was still in hangover on the plane and all he wanted to do was sleep. His head was pounding and he hadn't thought of taking any headache pills. A flight attendant passed by and he grabbed a hold of her hand. 

"Excuse me," Jiyong said. 

The flight attendant looked at him, a smile pastered on her face. But that only lasted until she saw his face. Jiyong almost choked on his water. Right there in front of his face was the woman he did not expect to see. Lee Chaerin.

"What?" Chaerin asked. 

"Aren't you a flight attendant? Do you have Tylenol or something?" Jiyong asked.

Chaerin snapped her hands back. "No, I'm not a flight attendant." She sighed. "I'll be right back. Stay here,"

"Where else would I go?" Jiyong teased. 

A small smile appeared on her lips as she walked away. Chaerin came back later with her purse and a bottled water. She sat next to him.

"Here," She handed him the Tylenol. 

"I don't need the water," Jiyong poi