Flight

The flight had been long, quite tiring too. Daehyun and Chaelin were seated first class, alone. Not that there was anyone besides them in the plane because it was a damned private jet. Daehyun was some rich kid.  Despite this all he wasn't a typical spoiled brat that had everything served on a silver tray. He worked hard. Chaelin kept her eyes and mind trained on her mobile, on airplane mode, just in case. The silence that hung between the two of them wasn't awkward, it was comfortable.   As they sat, the lights got turned off and one of the women that had welcomed them earlier into the plane, informed them that it was time to sleep. And so, they were both plucked from their seats and brought to their beds in the back, where an usual plane had the economy class section. With a groan, they took their bedsheets and pillows, throwing them on the beds. As the older female left, Daehyun and Chaelin shared glances. Meaningful ones.   "I'll change first."   Daehyun turned around as Chaelin peeled the clothes off her body, looking through her suitcase for pajamas. She threw them on and soon crawled in bed. Cold as . A sigh escaped her lips and Daehyun noticed she was done, ing his shirt as his stomach came into sight. Chaelin quickly turned away to face the "wall", if you will, biting her lip. After all, it was the first time seeing him like that while being sober.   Noticing her reaction, Daehyun smirked, leaving his shirt off an