Plane Trip
Thank-you, Taemin OppaHi everyone~ I’m so sorry I haven’t updated in… what, a month now? A bit more? Anyways, I honestly struggled with this chapter and had no idea what to write and no clue for Taemin’s ‘birthday’. So… I gave up and decided to get the hell on with this story; I’ve already wrote twenty-one chapters of absolutely NOTHING. Meh, enjoy the update~
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Sitting calmly on a wooden bench, which was placed on the wall by the entrance of the airport, you have a great view of the action of the building. People scurry about, hand in hand with whining children, heavy bags in tow. There are dogs barking from small carriers, carried by tall adults in suits, shoes noisily clacking about with each step on the clean, white, tile floor, merely adding to the loud noise of the building. Some teenagers, alike you, stand propped against the wall, concentrating on their phone in hand, twirling small bags on one wheel against the ground. Overall, the airport is filled with rushing people, in hurries to get to their destination, while you steadily wait for your parents and sibling to appear. Not to mention, they are late, as usual.
You sigh out loud, and think about how much you’re going to miss Taemin, and how much you already do, although it has only been a small half an hour. He had dropped you off in front of the airport doors, and had taken off with a small good-bye kiss and a few words. Perhaps it was a good thing; you don’t want him to be recognized by any fans or media.
“Honey! Over here!” You hear a familiar voice call, and turn to the direction of the voice above the noise. Your mother waved a hand to attract your attention, and then fusses over pulling a giant on-wheel bag, with two almost-toppling-over carry-ons stacked on top of it. Your father happily- he seemed happy with anything your mother was happy with (or at least pretended to be) - walked towards you alongside your mom. On the other hand, your younger brother seemed miserable, which was probably accurate. He silently paces behind your parents mother, one headpho
Comments