I managed to coax my right eye to open slightly and take a peek around the plane. Everyone was still asleep for the most part, except for a handful of people who were quietly reading or trying to fall back asleep. It must have been around 8 am or so, because the only reason I would be awake would be because of my internal alarm. I sat in shock, wondering why I wasn't in my seat but immediately realized after that I had decided to have a chat, which turned into a nap, alongside Jay Park- the supposed Korean pop star in a group called 2PM. Jay was still in a deep sleep, barely moving. He looked like he hadn't slept in a long while, with dark circles still under his eyes from previous sleep deprivation. Other than that, he looked picture perfect. A single wisp of hair broke the illusion, and fell right between his eyes. Being a symmetrical OCD freak, I tried my hardest to resist putting it back in place. Of course, my self control failed. I hovered over the wisp of hair, and quickly brushed it softly aside. I kept thinking to myself that it was bothering him all along, and it wasn't just my perfectionist self. My eyes widened as Jay stirred on his sleep, I began chanting 'Don't see me, don't see me...". A moment later, his eyes lazily opened to see me squeezing mine shut (I go by the philosophy 'if you can't see them, they can't see you). I decided it would be safe by now, but I just was greeted with Jay stiffling his laugh and wild smile as he just shook his head at me. He began reaching towards me, and my immediate thought was that he was going to punch me, so my eyes became glued tight again. This just made his laughter escape through his closed mouth even more, continuing to reach towards my face. In a single motion, he swiped back a hair that dangled over my left eye.

"Thought I'd return the favour" he said, barely audible.

Maybe I wasn't completely repulsive to the opposite .

With a smile, and a wink, Jay placed his head back a top of mine and went back to sleep.

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Jay's Perspective

Wen seemed to be floating in my dream. I motioned for her to come down to where I was standing, but she would not. Soon enough, she rose even higher barely visible among these clouds. Out of my reach my touch. She couldn't hear me, I couldn't hear her. Was this how it was suppose to be? Just be able to connect for a little while, and then be whisked away? She was so different, a puzzle I wanted to solve all by myself without help. By now though, Wen was gone, and I was left on the ground in this strange fantasy place. I heard a whisper though, and it grew to eventually to a normal speaking level. It was her, saying that I'd see her soon; in Korea.