He idly watches the navy slacks and white sneakers of the flight attendant walking down the aisle his seat is on. The slacks tighten over their and thighs as they bend to reach passengers, offering pillows, masks, and blankets. Even in the middle of summer, with heat radiating off the tarmac in shimmering waves, the plane cabin is cold.

The legs stop beside his seat; he sits up. "Pillow, sir?"

"Just a mask, please." When he looks up to thank the attendant, his mind malfunctions and goes blank.

Thankfully, it's not catching. The man blinks and smiles crookedly. "Hyung."

"Kim Jongin!" It sounds like an accusation. Jongin laughs.

"It's been a long time." It's been something like ten years since they saw one another.

"Yeah... You look good." An understatement. The one time he didn't look good wasn't his fault.

Jongin looks down the cabin and bows, passing Chanyeol a mask. "It's nice seeing you; I have to get back to work."

Wow, Kim Jongin. That brings back memories. Memories of the 'in-between years': In-between childhood and adulthood. In-between school and work. In-between jobs and a career.