Flight attendants walk up and down the aisles, helping passengers and retrieving pillows or eye shades. They walk through the more spacious first class to reach the front, where a curtain separates the cabin from the airline employees' prep area. Jongin can feel them walk by, and he hears the ding of notifications overhead.

No smoking. Fasten seatbelts.

Then the safety speech Jongin could recite in his sleep, after so many flights. Emergency exits are at the front, tail, and wings of the plane. Seat cushions can be flotation devices. In the event of lost cabin pressure, secure your own mask before helping others.

It’s actually somewhat soothing, and Jongin passes out for the eventual takeoff. Even Jennie’s tight grip on his arm doesn’t wake him.

They’re many miles up when he comes to again. He unbuckles his seatbelt and stretches his legs. A flight attendant is taking another passenger’s drink order from their wheeled cart. Jennie looks up from her show and offers the bag of snacks she bought at the airport.

He’s declining the offer when a deluge floods his lap.

“What the hell—” Jongin clutches the chair arms, watching in stupefied shock as red wine soaks into his lap. Beside him, his secretary surges to her feet, armed with a napkin and a scowl.

“What kind of service is this? Do you pour wine on all of your passengers? Your superior will be hearing from us!” A pair of businessmen agree that the “accident” was very much on purpose, but even as he’s barraged from all sides, the flight attendant stands beside Jongin, staring right at him, and Jongin finally looks up to give him a piece of his own mind.

“Kyungsoo?”

The man bows as whispers ripple throughout the cabin. “Hello, dear.”