There must have been some magic in the wind, for the plane didn’t fall after flying for a good few seconds but continued its journey even gaining height and speed as it went. Sailing over the ocean of heads and the mountains of buildings, it started to drop as it neared an alley. Spinning as it went, the paper plane carefully lowered itself into the alley where a mass of other paper airplanes that had been thrown that morning by the blonde had gathered. Landing on the stone floor, it stayed still for a moment before a slight breeze blew it over onto its side before causing the entire plane to stir and before long the magic in the wind was going casting its spell and the entire army of planes began to move in a circular motion, each rising into the air, the procession being led by the plane with the red markings.

Maybe it was just luck or maybe it was fate, for at that moment, Eunhyuk sauntered past the alley not knowing that a line of paper airplanes had began following him from the alley. It wasn’t until the first plane had stuck itself to his leg that the blonde stopped and took note of it. Ripping the poor piece of paper off his leg, Eunhyuk flung it away only to have a couple more planes glued to his chest. As he tried to get rid of the planes, more and more nailed down on him. Eunhyuk tried to escape, but the force of the planes and the wind was too strong and he felt himself being made to move. He twirled through the crowds of people, getting many stares and whispers in his direction. 

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