Hope's POV 

Hope dragged her suitcase as if it was a sack of rocks and headed to Aischana's check-in counters. Mental note to self:  Do not accept catering offers for a wedding the day before your big move to a foreign country. She wondered how she managed to pull a spectacular affair under budget and on-time. Her body paid the price though as she wobbled in her sneakers. She popped a sleeping pill when she left her home so now all she wanted was to fit in her tiny chair in coach and just sleep the whole trip to South Korea. 

She waited on queue and began to worry about her precious knives. Her babies. What if they won't allow knives to Korea? How will I cook?! I don't want to spend weeks looking for a new set! Plus they were worth hun- no, thousands of dollars!  

"Next!" 

Hope scurried off to the next available cashier and handed the lady her mobile phone and passport so that she can scan the ticket.  

"Miss Hwang?"  

Oh no! This is it! They are confiscating my knives! Hope felt go dry. "Yes?" 

"Regarding your ticket, someone named Mr. Yang called and had your ticket to Business Class. " 

Aw. He didn't have to do that... but still SCORE! 

The lady with the Aischana uniform fussed with the computer and handed Hope her boarding pass. "Mr. Yang also said that a certain Teddy will be picking you up at the baggage claim section. Have fun!"  

Hope beams back at her. "I certainly will! Thanks!" 

 

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"Aischana Airlines Flight 202 from LAX to Incheon now boarding!" 

With a little hop to her step, she quickly made her way to the gate. Hope was so excited, she was the first one to board plane. The flight attendants showed her the way to the business class seats and made a vow to graciously thank him. She breathed a sigh of relief as she sat down and felt the luxurious cushion hug her aching back. She slightly reclined her seat, buckled her seatbelt, zipped up her hoodie and pressed the Do Not Disturb button. She brought her hood down and drifted to sleep. 

 

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B.I.'s POV 

"Calling all passengers of Aischana Airlines, Flight 202 to Incheon. " 

Yeah yeah yeah! I know! He impatiently taps his foot as the TSA searches the person in front. The TSA officer motioned him to approach him. As soon as Hanbin and his handler passed security, they ran towards the gate for their flight. Thank God he insisted on bringing only his carry-on suitcase. He was in LA for 2 days and 1 night for a photoshoot for GQ. He was part of the list of upcoming people to watch out for. This made Papa YG very happy. It meant that they are slowly breaking through the American market. But before that, they have to make it to this flight.  

Ding dong ding  "Final call for Aischana Airlines Flight 202." 

Hanbin eggs his Handler hyung to go faster. "Hyung! Come on! Let's go!" He suppressed the need to spread his arm and run, ala Naruto when they finally reached the gate. 

The ground staff scanned their tickets and as they boarded his handler had his eyebrows pulled together. "Yo B.I.. looks like I got coach." He hands him the stub for his seat. 

"No way! I can't believe they made that mistake again!" Hanbin scowls. "This is the 3rd time they downgraded your seat! What did you do to admin-noona?!"  
Seung-Hoon scratches his heads and laughs off the embarrassment. "I forgot her birthday." 

Pffft. No wonder. Any girl would downgrade your seat. Hanbin hands the flight attendant his stub and she directs him to his seat. "See you in Korea, hyung!" 

The attendant shows him seat. "Here you go, 4C." She bends slightly and he saw a little of her ample cleavage. Hanbin felt his cheeks burn slightly. "Just push this button if you need me, B.I." She gives him a wink then heads back to the gallery where they kept their supplies. That was uncomfortable.

He's already used to flying business class with the other members of iKON but he's not used to being alone. The plane hasn't left the airport yet he can feel his loneliness creep in. He suddenly missing his Seung-Hoon hyung in coach.  He was itching to wake up his seat mate, but alas he was curled up to the window.  At least he doesn't snore.  

 

About 70 minutes into the flight... 

 

Hanbin was quietly flipping through the in-flight shopping catalog. Wow! I didn't know they sell model airplanes! Should I get one? What about that Bose Inner-Ear headphones? Those look sweet! 

"Urgh.. " 

Hanbin was surprised by the sound his seatmate emitted. He couldn't his face because of the hood but he was clutching his left leg and was bending it towards him.  

"Aaaaaargh..." His seat mate's moans where getting louder... and extremely feminine.  

Immediately, Winky face flight attendant came over. "Miss Hwang? Are you okay?" 

She shakes her head and her hood pulled away the messy bun it was hiding. "Leg... cramp... Aaaah. Ow. Ow. Ow." 

Winky face rushed back to the gallery to get another flight attendant, hopefully one with some degree of medical knowledge.  

Hanbin gets up from his seat and kneels in front of his seat mate. "Miss Hwang, I am going to remove your shoes..." He finally got a look of his seatmate and she is ing beautiful. For a second he forgot what to do. 

"Call me Hope." 

That got his attention back to what he was doing. "Stretch out your leg." 

 "It hurts more that way!!! Where is that flight attendant?! Aaaaargh! Mommy..."  

Her faces curls up and he found it so darn cute. "It will hurt for a bit then it'll go away, I promise. I do this all the time when my members are tired from dancing." 

"Just do it!!!" Her hands were gripping the armrests, preparing for the worst.  

Hanbin's hand was on her left socked foot and started pushing it back towards her. He notices the printed chibi Wonder Woman sock on her foot. His eyes travel up to her face and felt his heart beating slightly faster as she bit her lip from the pressure that he was pushing. They stayed this way for what felt like an eternity, when Winky Face came back with what looks like her supervisor. 

"Omo! Mr.Kim, you shouldn't have! We can take it from here. " Said the mustached male attendant.  

Did this guy just used an aegyo voice on me?! What is up with these flight attendants?! "It's okay. Does it still hurt, Miss Hwang?" 

Miss Hwang has relief all over eyes. "I told you to call me Hope." She smiles and Hanbin couldn't help but smile back.. "I might be limping a little later but I am feeling much better,  Mr.Kim. Thaaa--" 

"Would you like some Advil for the pain, Miss Hwang?" Mustachio interrupts her. Hope shakes her head.  He turns back to Hanbin and flutters his lashes, "if you need anything else, just buzz us."  

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Hope's POV 

Hope couldn't help smirking as the flight attendants walked back to the gallery. They were so hot for Mr. Kim. Slowly, she turns to her side to face him and realizes why those two were circling him like a piranha does to its prey. He's very good-looking. Not bad..  

"Is there something on my face, Miss Hw.. Hope?" 

! Did I say that out loud?! Oh no! "Err... No." Gulp. "I... I just wanted to thank you for helping out with my leg cramps." 

Mr. Kim brushes it off. "It's all good. Like I said, I do it all the time." 

"But still, I am grateful for what you did." She moves closer to him and whispers "in case you're blind or oblivious or both, those two are soooo hot for you." 

His cheeks turns pink. "I figured it out when the flight attendant winked at me. Now I call her Winky face." 

"Pfffft." Really classy, Hope.  

"I call the other one, Mustachio." 

Hope covers to prevent her from laughing out loud.  This action causes her backpack to fall. Oh I know! She opens the main zipper and pulls out a square plastic container. "As a token of utmost gratitude, " Mr. Kim chuckles at her formality, "I hereby offer you this container of confections called cookies." With a swift hand, like that of a magician, she opens the container and offers it to him.  

His eyes widened at the sight of the chocolate chip cookies. "Woah... These look good!" Without hesitation, he grabs one and stuff his face with it. "Daaaamn! That was good! Can I have all of it?" 

Awww. He's a dork for cookies! "Go ahead, it's all yours."  

"Thanks!" He then proceeds to stuff one more cookie in his mouth.  

She couldn't help but feel proud when someone praises her cooking. Even if it's just a simple thing like chocolate chip cookies. Hope opens a bottle of water  for him and he immediately takes a couple of gulps. "Eat slowly, the cookies aren't running away!"  She turns to face him again and whispers. "If you choke on those cookies, Mustachio will do the Heimlich maneuver on you and he'll ENJOY EVERY SECOND of it..." The second those words left her lips, Winky face was going down the aisle handing out peanuts and poor Mr. Kim accidentally sprays watery cookie bits on her.