Ji-Eun wiped her mouth as she lifted her head, looking up for a moment at all of the other passengers.

Luckily none of them had noticed the disaster and she muttered to herself in embarrassment, pushing the hair from her face.

As she looked in front of her a shimmer of silver hair caught her eyes. Her body froze as she stared at the black jacket the figure was wearing, now decorated in her vomit.

When she finally met his face Chanyeol was expressionless and Ji-Eun lunged forward to grab some paper towels from the shelf next to him.

She frantically dabbed at his jacket but stopped as he grabbed her by the wrists, pushing her hands away.

"It's fine" he muttered, taking it off and slinging it into the rubbish bin with the paper towels.

"I'm so sorry" Ji-Eun muttered but he didn't seem fazed by situation, checking if anyone else was watching.

"Are you okay?" He suddenly asked and Ji-Eun turned to face him with a small nod.

She was already shocked by his calmness but as he placed his hand on her forehead her voice caught in her throat.

"Are you sick?"

His hand cooled her skin and Ji-Eun wished he would leave it there for longer, flinching as he pulled it away.

"You have a temperature" he announced, giving her a worried glance. "Why didn't you tell anyone?"

Ji-Eun stared at him silently for a moment but eventually replied. "I usually get sick on planes. Don't worry" she muttered, dismissing his glances as she searched for a flight attendant.

She tried to grab their attention but he pulled her back towards him.

"Don't worry about this." He announced, stepping away from the mess on the ground. "I'll find someone to clean it up. Go back to your seat" he muttered, pushing her in that direction.

Ji-Eun slowly drifted away, but she couldn't take her eyes off him.

When she returned she fell into her seat, grabbing a breath mint from her bag and placing a hand over her head.

Her skin was burning hot and as Chanyeol sat down he gave her a small smile, lending her his eye mask.

"You'll feel better after a nap" he said, placing it over her eyes for her.

Ji-Eun held onto the front of it for a moment, giving him one last glance as he put his headphones back on.

After a few minutes Jongin wandered up the aisle, holding a bag of peanuts and wearing a pair of headphones around his neck.

"What's that smell?" He questioned as he slung himself onto his seat.

Ji-Eun cringed as she awaited Chanyeol's reply but he was silent,simply glancing at his shoes and changing into a hoodie from his backpack.

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After a few hours Ji-Eun woke up to the sound of snores behind her. She glanced out the window at the pitch black sky, watching the ghost-like clouds drift by.

Her gaze was pulled away as she felt a heavy hand tapping her shoulder and she turned towards it. Chanyeol searches her eyes before he spoke.

"Feeling better?" He whispered.

"Yeah I'm good" she replied, giving him a grateful smile as she looked around the cabin.

Everyone was asleep and a grey blanket had been placed over her while she rested. As she sat up she let out a gasp, realising she'd never gone to see the director.

"What's wrong?" Chanyeol muttered, facing the television in front of him.

"I forgot to see the director" Ji-Eun sighed, hitting her head on her chair in mild frustration.

He chuckled at her response before replying.

"I told him you weren't feeling well.."

Ji-Eun stared at the side of his face in silence but he didn't take his eyes off the screen.

"Thanks" she mumbled, watching the movie over his shoulders.

He shifted slightly as she leant forward and handed her an extra pair of headphones. The pair silently watched the actors on screen and as Ji-Eun fell into her own thoughts she couldn't help but wonder about tomorrow.

She hoped they'd do well in their filming.

And more importantly, she hoped that the fluttering feelings in her stomach were simply some leftover sickness. Not anything to do with Chanyeol's kind actions.

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Hope you enjoyed this chapter! I should be updating some more chapters over the next few weeks so I hope you look forward to it.

-byunfair