𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗱 johnten

4: pfft... friends?!

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Chittaphon thought perhaps, he could be hyperventilating. 

Just a teeny, tiny bit. 

He was fine, really... until he realized as he wandered around the ominous airport of Incheon, that he probably should've convinced someone to go with him. 

Being alone in a foreign country was far more nerve-wracking than he had expected it to be, considering he rather enjoyed his own company. And seriously, what was he supposed to do - just make friends?

Impossible. 

So he got to his rather lavish (read: his wallet was crying) accommodation, sat on the bed, and promptly burst into tears. 

After deciding he needed to get over himself, he slowly forced himself to take a shower and open his laptop. 

The concert is tomorrow. 

What if Johnny didn't do anything? It was very very likely; this Chittaphon knew all too well. He had already been mentally preparing himself for the disappointment of his life. 

I mean, what idiot just up and moves to Korea in the hopes of chasing one very faraway dream?

He flopped back onto the hotel bed, taking in the scent of the freshly laid sheets and that strange faintly floral scent that every hotel seemed to use for the bathrooms; that wafted throughout the entire room when you first walked in.

Sighing softly, he peered at the screen that read out the location of the concert and other things he couldn't quite read. 

Maybe I should have studied Korean with Sicheng and Xuxi when they decided to pick it up, he mused sheepishly.

His friends had both had their reasons. 

Jungwoo was originally from Korea and while he could speak Thai perfectly well, Xuxi had still yearned to learn his boyfriend's native language so that they could both speak comfortably to each other if need be. 

Sicheng's reason was partly because he longed to understand the lyrics of the songs he listened to and also - as he had stated himself - "I'm already bilingual bitch, what's a third?"

Chittaphon really couldn't argue with that logic. 

Though now, he was really beginning to regret missing out on the other two's little language learning sessions. He couldn't read half of the signs at the damn airport for starters, which had already caused him enough stress. 

In this moment he was also realizing that he had to somehow get himself to the concert in one piece, not being able to read anything. 

Where was the Not-Barbie hallucination when he needed them? Even if it was entirely his anxiety creating this person on the plane, they certainly comforted him. 

A soft knock sounded on the door, startling Chittaphon out of his panic. 

"Not-Barbie?" He muttered, realizing as soon as the words left his mouth that he really must be losing the plot.