“Oh, I’m still early.”, Junhoe thought as he entered the airport. “Might as well wander a little bit.”

“Let see… Café? Not hungry. Clothes? Why would I buy clothes here?”

He walked around for a little bit more before he finally found a bookstore. “Oh well, might just grab a simple novel or something.”

As he explored the fiction section of the bookstore, trying to decide what to pick, he felt a certain thump from behind him; he just accidentally bumped into someone.

“I’m so sorry.”, he said, picking up a book that the other person dropped. “Here, your book.” The other person swiftly grabbed the book, before quickly saying an almost inaudible thanks, and ran to the cashier.

“What’s with that guy? Oh, whatever. Not my problem.”, Junhoe thought as he continued his book-search.

After finally finding an interesting book, he paid for the book and head straight to the gate. The gate isn’t particularly full, but it’s not empty either. Junhoe quickly browsed the room, looking for a seat. When he found one, he immediately heads there and sit.

As soon as he sits, the first thing that he noticed is that the person sitting across him is the person he bumped into just a few minutes ago, engrossed in his own book. Junhoe suddenly lost all interest in the book he just bought, and instead ended up staring at the guy. He studied his features; the guy is quite handsome by today’s standard. He doesn’t stand out though, so it’s easy to miss his handsome features.

As Junhoe become mesmerized by the guy in front of him, he heard a small chuckle… The guy has noticed that Junhoe is staring at him!

Junhoe looked away; embarrassed. The guy then asked shyly, “Sydney?”

“Sydney.”, Junhoe answered.

“Holiday?”

This time, Junhoe just answered with a hum.

“How long?”

“Five days.”

The guy’s face slightly lit up. “Oh, wow! Me too.”

Junhoe was a bit surprised by the guy’s sudden excitement. But, as he opened his mouth to continue the conversation, the boarding call for first class is suddenly announced.

“Ah well, it’s boarding time. Have a nice flight!”, the guy said while picking up his bag, leaving to board the plane.

Truth to be told, Junhoe’s ticket is also first class. Perk of being rich, you can say. But he waited on purpose so he doesn’t have to line up with the guy and continue the (somewhat awkward) conversation.

When he saw the guy has entered the plane, Junhoe finally picked up his own bag and head to the plane.

He searched for his seat as soon as he enters the plane, and surprise, surprise… His seat is next to the guy!

The guy just broke into laughter; “Fate is a queer mistress.”, he said.

“So, can I get your name? I’m Chanwoo.”, he said while offering his hand when Junhoe has sat down.

“Junhoe.”, Junhoe said, not bothering to pick up the handshake. But Chanwoo was undeterred. He continued, “Where do you stay?”

“Not sure yet. I’ll just find somewhere when I get there.”

“Ah, that’s… What about staying with me? My dad booked me a hotel room way too big all for myself. You don’t need to pay or anything, and I won’t disturb your schedule. Just see it as a kind offer from my side.”

“His dad booked it for him? I see, just another rich spoiled kid, eh?”, Junhoe thought. “And you think I’ll believe you don’t expect something in return?”

“Eh… Why would I expect anything? I’m sure you figured out I’m rich enough to get anything.”

“True…”, he thought again. “Well then, I guess there is no harm in taking his offer.” Junhoe finally agreed, and the guy got visibly excited.

Then, they continued talking as the plane fly (or more like, Chanwoo kept asking Junhoe questions). Somewhere in the conversation, Chanwoo found out that Junhoe got no plan whatsoever for his holiday; he will just improvise. So, again, Chanwoo offered Junhoe to follow him on his trip. He took out his phone (in airplane mode, of course), and showed Junhoe his schedule.

Again, this time too, Junhoe can’t help but accept Chanwoo’s offer. There is something with the guy that make his words irresistible, but Junhoe just buried that thought deep inside his head; “I’m just not in the mood for arguing.”, he thought to himself.