The flight to Seoul was 16 hours long, with just one stop inbetween. My entertainment was set for both the flights, with a pair of babies.

On the first one, I lost to Steph in a game of rock, paper, scissors and sulked in the middle seat, while she enjoyed the view of the skies. But soon enough, a 3 year old from a few seats ahead found me and didn't leave my side until our next stop.

At the midpoint airport, we decided not to wander much, since the take off was only an hour and a half away. Steph was making updates on a new designer logo she was working on, headphones on and eyebrows scrunched together while I, people watched.

It was a kind of fascination, watching people go about in their natural state of person, unaware and unbothered. Some people might call it creepy, but ignorance is bliss. Besides, I only watched them. It was a long way from actually stalking someone. Except for that one guy I saw at a frozen yogurt place maybe.

We were seated at the transit lounge, which was an intermediate between both the business lounge and the executive lounge. I'm not an expert at airports, there are just boards everywhere.

I was following a man sporting a half-mask, a cap and an ID card. He was on the phone, talking urgently with hand gestures. I watched on until he entered the executive lounge. Okay, bye bye. Next object of interest, where art thou?

The speakers then sounded with the announcement that the flight to Soeul would be leaving in exactly half an hour and that, passengers were to board it in an orderly fashion. I nudged Steph, and she lifted one side of her headphones.

"Let's go. Time to board."

She hummed, packing her headphones and her tablet into her bag, whilst rummaging around for something else. Probably her neck pillow.

I hoisted my backpack on and looked around as people began to line up at the departure. There were two attendants, but only a single line. Just as I was wondering the reason behind the arrangement, the door to the executive lounge opened and out stepped four individuals. All of them wearing half face masks and hats. One of them was the man I saw earlier, entering the lounge. He was the only one without a hat.

"Do you remember where I kept my neck pillow?? Can you check your bag?"

I nodded, sneaking glances at those men who seemed like they were undercover agents, and dug around in my bag.

I was just about to inform Steph that I didn't have it on me, when there was a sudden commotion at the entry. Both of us turned in the direction of raised voices.

One of the men was on his knees, his hat was lying on the floor next to him, black hair now exposed and sticking up. The man with the ID card was assisting him to stand up. He'd obviously tripped over his own feet, seeing how his other two companions were reacting to his situation.

One of them, who had broader shoulders than the other, seemed to be laughing behind his mask, judging from how his body was shaking. The other one, who was decked in black, had his hands in his pockets, and was looking down his nose at the guy who fell. Like this was just another daily occurrence in his life.

I caught myself before I could snicker at the sight. Steph had finally found her pillow and was already walking ahead of me, when I turned my attention back to her,

"Wait up, Steph."

"Stop gawking, Grace. Someone is gonna catch you at it soon, and it'll be embarrassing, and I won't listen to you brood over it."

I made a face and followed after her, and the rest of the crowd, forgetting all about Clumsy and Co. I wasted a good laugh by missing the fall.

I slept through most of the flight, uncomfortably but deeply. It was a big one, with business class seating as well. That could have been why the leg room was a tad more, than the other flights I've been on. I bagged the window seat this time, and Steph, the aisle. A girl around our age was in the middle seat between the two of us.

I slept soundly until the sound of a baby crying woke me up. Of course there was a baby on this flight. Surprise, surprise, he was in the seat, just one seat ahead of mine. I groaned and stretched my feet as far as I could, diagonally, without hitting the legs of the person seated in front of me.

The cries got louder and I looked over to see the mother bobbing the baby up and down, like a salt shaker. These new mothers really needed to take their post-natal training sessions more seriously.

Steph began to shift in her seat, but the middle girl didn't even skip a beat in her breathing. Then I noticed she had earphones on. Smart.

"Grace, I swear to God. If you can't keep babies from following you around, atleast put your babysitting skills to use and stop the crying!"

I sighed and got up from my seat, careful not to disturb the middle girl, while purposely shoving Steph's crossed legs.

"Grace!"

"What?! I'm going!"

I ran up the aisle before she could get back at me for it. The mother was now cradling the baby, at rollercoaster speed. The baby's face had turned pink from all the crying.

She hadn't noticed me yet and continued at her pitiful attempt to calm the child. I cleared my throat.

"Excuse me, ma'am. Do you need some help?"

"Oh! No, no, it's fine. She just gets cranky at this hour of the night. Goes off like an alarm clock every time." I could see the frustration on her face though.

"Here, ma'am. Let me. I'm a paediatrician. If she gets this way often, it could be gas." I held my hands out to her, putting on my most professional smile. At the mention of the medical title, her hesitancy magically cleared off, and she dumped the baby into my arms.

"Thankyou so much, Doctor! I've been wanting to go to the loo for quite some time now," she hurriedly unbuckled her seatbelt and rushed off in the direction of the toilets.

The baby had quited down a bit, now being held in a more vertical position. I placed her head on my shoulder and supported it with one hand, while lightly tapping on her back with the other.

"Poor little princess. You'll be all set to go beddie-bye in a bit. Just burp out the gas for Gracie."

I walked up and down the aisle, in equally spaced steps, forming a rhythm to get her to lull to. Soon enough, her cries were reduced to quiet gurgling. One end of the aisle was the way to to cockpit and the air hostesses cabin, while the other had the entrance to the business class seating.

I steered away from going too close to the business side, just in case the baby decides to sing again. Cranky fellow passengers make for a very wearisome travel space.

I hummed a few songs that ranged from 'Fight Song' to 'Blackbird singing in the dead of night'. At around the fifth song, a rowdy burp managed to escape her.

"Good girl!" I cheered as low as I could. I sneaked a peek sideways and saw that her eyes were closed and her tiny fist that had grasped my shirt, had dropped over my shoulder. Her cheeks were such an adorable sight, paired with those pouty lips.

I hummed and walked for a bit more just to make sure she was sound asleep. I passed my seat on the way, and saw Steph knocked out, head lolling to one side of the neck pillow. I was going to make her buy me so much coffee, the minute we land. I don't think I'll survive the day otherwise.

I walked over to the baby's mother and woke her up. Atleast someone got some sleep because of me. She thanked me once again, groggily, took her baby and dozed off before I could even blink.

I walked back to my seat, hoping to catch atleast an hour's worth of sleep. Just as I found a suitable position to sleep in, the overhead speaker rang with the pilot's voice, informing us that the flight was now passing right above Seoul city. And that we would be landing in less than 45 minutes.

No sleep then. I turned to the window and pulled up the shutter. Sunlight poured in as I did. Dawn was breaking over the city of Seoul and it was beautiful. Might as well enjoy the view.

We landed at Incheon International airport at exactly 6:30 AM. Way too early, and way too sleep deprived. As people started to file out, I opened my compact mirror to find a zombie staring back at me.

Steph was still snoring next to me, one side of her mouth was tilted upwards, as if in a smile. She was probably still dreaming about Jungkook, despite having slept uninterrupted for nearly 8 hours.

"Steph! Wake up! We're here. We're in Incheon Airport."

"Hmm? Huh?! I'm up, I'm up."

We were one among the last passengers of the economy class to leave the cabin. The business class passengers seemed to be still in theirs.

We walked over to baggage claim. The luggage had already been put into rotation. My suitcase would be pretty easy to spot. It was probably the biggest of all. Steph, always the wittier of the two, had smartly segregated her luggage into two suitcases. It was now lighter for her to carry, despite having an extra kitty carrier.

I, on the other hand, had assumed that carrying one big suitcase would be easier than juggling several. How wrong I was. It was easier to load it, at the departure back home, because there were people to help us.

Steph had grabbed one of her suitcases and was keeping an eye out for her second one. I had already seen my suitcase make two whole rounds on the conveyor belt. I hesitated everytime it passed me. That suitcase had the capacity to drag me down with it, if I didn't pull it up with enough strength.

"Grace, isn't that your suitcase? The huge purple one?"

"What? No, no. Mine's a different purple."

"No, that's definitely yours. The one that crossed us a few times. I remember because it has claw marks from the time when Mochi freaked out, after falling on it."

I chose to ignore her. This was it. The next time the suitcase comes around, I was gonna make a grab.

It was just four suitcases away now. Three away. Two. And one.

I grabbed the handle of my suitcase, and was just about to fall headfirst onto the conveyor belt, when I felt another hand over mine. A stronger one, that helped pull my luggage off the belt with ease, and placed it next to my feet.

"Thankyou! You didn't have to, but thanks a lot."

I looked up to be met with a pair of bespectacled doe eyes. The only part of his face that was visible from under the cap and the half face mask he had on.

His attire rang a bell. It was one of the guys from Clumsy and Co. His eyes crinkled into half moons when he smiled and held up his fingers in an 'OK'.

I think I smiled in response. I couldn't recall as I watched him walk a bit further down baggage claim, grab an abandoned suitcase and walk off in the direction of the exit. A different one from the one we were supposed to use.

"Well that was nice of him. And you almost laughed at his friend back at the airport."

"Huh? Oh! Yeah. Yes. It really was."

"So you still sure about this not being your suitcase?"

"Mmhmm. Really."

"Grace! What have I told you about gawking?!"

Steph had both her suitcases by her feet, and Mochi's carrier in hand. She was ready to go. But, I turned back in the direction the guy went in, still curious.

"He looked really familiar, Steph. His eyes-"

"You've shamelessly watched enough people walk by you, Grace, that almost half the world might start looking 'familiar' to you. Come on, let's go. Sara might be getting impatient."

Half heartedly, I followed her in the opposite direction, dragging both my suitcase and my feet.

Sara was impatient alright. Impatiently stalking, along the stretch where people stood to receive the passengers, like a very furious wild animal. When she picked us out in the crowd, she practically bellowed an exclamation.

"Where were you?! I thought you guys already got lost in the airport and I would have to send people after you."

"No such extreme measures required. Grace just had a bit of a mix-up with the luggage. It's all good now."

I narrowed my eyes at Steph. And then turned to Sara, holding my arms out.

"Hello, lady! Gosh we've missed you."

"I MISSED YOU TOO!! Steph! Get in here!"

We hugged and jumped around, causing people around us to shoot us funny smiles.

"I still can't believe this is happening. All of us in Korea! At the same time! Working and successful!"

"Actually, the successful part is just you, Sara. We're still getting there."

"Speak for yourself. You're not the one who got accepted for the graphic designing internship at Kookmin University." Steph flourished a hand towards herself.

"Yah! If I knew you two were gonna gang up on me like this, I would never have agreed to Seoul."

"Honey, you haven't any more important reasons to choose Seoul than us."

"Sure I do! I have-"

Just then I thought I saw a familiar pair of transparent square frames walk past, behind Sara.

"Hey, that's him!"

I didn't mean to say it out loud, but like most times, my thoughts slipped out. Sneaky bastards.

Also 'Him' apparently heard me shout, and turned my way. When he saw me, his eyes lit up, like actually got brighter and wider, if that was possible, with recognition.

"Grace. I think that might be..." Sara began to speak, a sort of wonder lining her voice.

His companions turned too, probably curious. He spoke something to them, gesturing with his thumb in my direction.

Then he waved at me, eyes crinkling, and walked off. His friends waved too. The one who had fallen last time, had his hat off now. He made a salute and walked behind the first one.

The smaller of the three turned and then held his hand up in a dismissive wave, and that's when I saw.

"That's..that was..did you?"

"I'm seeing but I don't think I can believe this."

He had several rings on, large ones, that spelled out a single word that got our hearts racing.

SUGA.

"Suga just waved at us. That means..." Steph couldn't finish her sentence. But atleast she was talking. I couldn't move a muscle as I made the connections that were possibly affirmative of my guesses.

"Jimin was the one who saluted and the one that waved at Grace was..."

I could see the both of them looking at me. I felt like I might swoon then and there. But the name left my lips, sharp as a whistle.

"Kim Taehyung."

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I know. I KNOW!!!! She met Kim Taehyung!!!! And he helped her with his luggage!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh if only! I hope you liked the chapter. If Yes, comment and Vote. If no, comment and Vote. :P Byeeee.