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“How fortunate I am to have such an adorable little flight attendant at our call.”
Nakyum slaps Seungho’s hand playfully, a giggle escaping him. “Now, now, sir.” He chided. “There should be no playing around with the flight attendants.” He said, but the man was already quite close.
“Oh?” Seungho smirks, other hand lingering above Nakyum’s thigh. “I apologize. I did not know there was such a...” he licks his lip, staring directly at the skimpy skirt. “Restriction.”
“My goodness, Mr. Yoon.”
“Oh my fucking god,” Jihwa hides his face in his palms, groaning. He can see Min grinning at him, as other passengers look horrified at the display. He even catches a girl frantically try to pull her headphones from the ass of a sleeping old man.
Did he seriously have to sit beside Seungho right now?
“I have a lover like you, you know,” Nakyum sighs faintly as Seungho is practically embracing his waist right now. “Playful, /bold/, and just as handsome.” He almost sings.
Seungho lifts his head, a shit-eating grin that almost resembles Min appearing. “Sounds like a charming man.” He muses.
Nakyum averts his gaze, a wonderful shade of crimson spreading across his cheeks. “It seems we share a similar mind, then.” And Jihwa can tell his prayers have been answered, for Nakyum’s playing role seems to end. If some god didn’t listen, Nakyum would’ve prodded at Seungho further.
Seungho is growing impatient, it seems. His leg beats up and down. “Similar mind, you say? Then, perhaps you can understand what we should do now?” He, Jihwa hates to say it, growls.
“How bold of you, Mr. Yoo-“
“Nakyum, stop flirting around. We all know that’s your boyfriend.” The pilot’s tired voice cuts through the too hot air.
A beat of silence, then Nakyum laughs, slipping through Seungho’s hold on him. The crowd sighs in relief.
However, before Nakyum can retreat to help the other attendants, he blows a kiss over his shoulder and winks. He lifts his leg, a tease for his whipped yet impatient boyfriend. Seungho curses as he leans into his chair again, murmuring about how much he just loved Nakyum.
The crowd, along with Jihwa groans loudly.