Irene had never liked flying.   Honestly, it was kind of embarrassing. I mean, which self-respecting 25 year old would be afraid of something as trivial as aeroplanes? Even 17 year-old Yerim had no qualms about trapping herself in a metal tube in the air that would occasionally jerk up and down and swing side-to-side and could fall out of the sky at any second because the world was a dangerous place and Mother Nature was not to be messed with.    She sighed.   Life as an idol in South Korea definitely had its challenges. But to a certain Bae Joohyun, all the long dance practices, the endless dieting and the constant lack of sleep, had nothing, absolutely NOTHING, on flying.    She supposed their journey back to Seoul would be rather uneventful. Nothing bad had happened to them on their way to Beijing, so the journey home shouldn't be a problem right? It's not like they would crash... Or something.   Irene swallowed and gripped the armrests even tighter, digging her nails into the fabric so hard that they left visible marks that would mark her legacy in the aircraft even after the terrified bunny was long gone from the plane. Her face turned white with fear as she struggled not to throw up the pathetic excuse for a meal she had consumed earlier that morning. At the sight of her dear, petrified leader, Wendy couldn't help but let out a laugh.    "Gosh, you're literally as pale as a sheet of paper! Look!" Wendy cackled as she waggled a paper napkin in front of Irene's face, her phone camera on standby to immortalise this precious moment.    Irene's eyes widened and her hand shot out to grab Wendy's, her other hand already poised to slap the girl for her stupidity. Was she insane? Did she have a death wish? Her fingernails sunk deep into the skin of Wendy's wrists, just like they had the armrests next to her. The poor girl winced in pain and tried her best to free herself from the torture as Irene hissed, "Are you crazy? Why are you using your phone on a plane? What if the plane crashes because of you? What if we all die because of your irresponsibility? How would the fans feel if Red Velvet is no more BECAUSE. OF. YOU?"    Wendy finally managed to wrest her wrist away from Irene's vice-like grip. She cradled it with her other hand, throwing Irene a pitiful look as she examined her arm for