seat 40a ; taemin & minki
His second plane ride in a month didn't seem like it was going to go too terribly, if he did say so himself. In fact, it was actually quite cosy. Wrapped up in a thin blanket and nestled comfortably with his pillow Minki applied another thin layer of chapstick and tied his hair back. It was while rummaging in his bag for some moisturizer that he actually pondered the as of yet empty seat next to him.
Not claustrophobic by any means the teen didn't really mind being tucking in against the window and another person. If he were being honest though, he was a little worried about who exactly that person might be. During his short time at Apollo he had made a devoted effort to memorize the name of every person he met whether they be a trainer, manager, idol, debut group, model, actor, mc, cordi noona, etc.. It was something he was quite proud of. 'The first step to being social' he had told himself while hunkered down in his dorm all night reading group bios. Research was important.
Still, the fact was that no amount of courtesy or prior knowledge meant people were going to be nice and or like him- which was what got the blonde anxious. Maybe he could offer them some of his in flight beauty products? If it were a girl that would make it better, wouldn't it? Girls weren't as mean.
He was still pondering over how exactly to break the ice when someone fell into the seat. Chancing a look over while toying with the volume of his headphones Minki took a slow drink from his water bottle. It was someone he know of at least.
Should he say something first? Should he say anything at all? Deciding to go the safe route- or maybe the creepy route, he wouldn't really know -the dancer ended up just sort of peering at his seat partner from over his pillow, only half listening to his music.