—airborne.
@idsooyeon on the way to chile.
jaein hates, she decides, dressing up for the airport. it’s so uncomfortable, to think she’s expected to look that nice right before a twenty seven hour flight. and so, she packs up her carry on full of what she deems the essentials. by the time she emerges from the airport bathroom (before the plane has even taken off) she’s in joggers, a white t-shirt, and barefaced, with her hair spilling in freshly highlighted waves around her shoulders. examining herself had revealed a blessed lack of blemishes, wide eyes moving from feline to innocent with the removal of eyeliner, round to the point nearly of bulbous, lips coated only in a barely tinted balm. she smooths on some moisturizer to keep the dry recycled air at bay and leans back into her chair, opening up the junji ito manga daein had lent her for the flight.
he has odd taste, but then, she’s used to him by now.
messages ping her phone now and then. taeho, wondering if neon is at the same hotel for the evening. san, telling her to make sure she stretches every so often during the ride, because it’ll stiffen her up. her members lamenting they’ve been spread across the plane seats. jinsung, insinuating she ought to come by a certain party after. she sort of looks forward to the radio silence of the flight. there’s inflight wifi to pay for, should she like, but she’s a bit more interested, truthfully, in the myriad movies on offer and the promise of some time to herself. a whole day without expectation. crammed into a terrible, tiny seat, but of course there’s only so much to be done.
while she waits for the rest of the plane to board she arranges herself to be aggressively comfortable. pulls out a neckpillow to place around her neck, folds up lengthy legs. these seats are made for short people, not girls who break 170cm an keep it all in their legs. she sighs, a quiet lament at a modelesque stature. at least it’s getting her good buzz. most things are. her face, her few commercials, her new song, her role in the group. she preens with the positive attention, pleased at the validation of it.
a familiar face appears beside her, as jaein sits engrossed in the first few pages of the manga, glancing up to find im sooyeon at her side. “oh, hello sunbae,” she greets, bending in half (as best she can) by way of greeting. “is this seat yours?” she shifts a little to give the other more room to sit, one foot (shoes discarded under the seat in front of her) shifting to nudge her bag a little further from the other’s space. “i’m neon’s jane, it’s nice to meet you,” it’s a rote greeting but she knows propriety and she’s not one to shy away from proper manners, even if she looks more suited for a dorm bedroom than a plane flight in the moment. sooyeon is pretty in person, shorter than she’d expected though. but, most are, with jaein seemingly forever unaware of her own stature.
