Minho and Celine, have been best friends for as long as they can remember. They find themselves returning to KISS for another year, a familiar environment where they have shared countless memories together.
However, their friendship faces a twist wh...
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CRAZY OVER YOU
CRAZY OVER YOU
CRAZY OVER YOU
CELINE stood near the departure gates, anticipation etched on her face. Her eyes darted across the sea of travelers, searching for familiar faces amidst the crowd. The air hummed with a mix of languages and the sound of rolling luggage echoed through the concourse. The scent of coffee and freshly baked goods wafted from nearby cafes, mingling with the lingering aroma of jet fuel. Glowing departure boards flickered with flight details, illuminating the path to far-off destinations. The sight of families bidding tearful farewells and friends sharing warm embraces created an atmosphere of bittersweet emotions.
As she waited, her gaze wandered over the expansive windows that revealed a panorama of aircraft lining the tarmac. The sunlight streamed through, casting a warm glow on the bustling airport. The rhythmic hum of engines resonated in the background, a constant reminder of the ceaseless movement of travelers and the promise of adventure.
The airport's architecture boasted sleek lines and modern design, its open spaces and high ceilings creating an atmosphere of grandeur. Travelers scurried past, wheeling their suitcases with purpose, while overhead announcements filled the air, providing updates on arrivals and departures. The symphony of languages spoken around her painted a vivid tapestry of cultural diversity, as people from all corners of the globe converged in this bustling gateway to the world.
Airport staff in their distinct uniforms, with badges displaying their roles and responsibilities, navigated through the crowd, offering assistance and maintaining order. The female lead observed the myriad of shops and kiosks lining the concourse, showcasing an array of international brands, tempting travelers with last-minute indulgences. Duty-free fragrances lingered in the air, intermingling with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the tantalizing scent of warm pastries.
As she scanned the crowd for her best friend, she couldn't help but feel irritation rise inside her. Minho had a knack for always being late, even though she had called him the night before to warn him to arrive early. Their flight to South Korea was in less than 20 minutes, and he was nowhere in sight. Just as she was about to call him, something caught her eye. There he was, walking towards her, swinging his bag on his shoulder, with sunglasses resting on his nose. "What a show-off.
There isn't even that much sun inside," she thought, but her heart couldn't help but skip a beat. She didn't know when or how she had developed feelings for him, but she wasn't going to tell him. She didn't want to risk ruining their friendship, and she was certain he didn't see her as anything more than a friend.
"No Englishi," Minho's voice brought Celine back to reality as she watched her best friend talking with a girl wearing glasses. "Talking" was a generous term considering he ended the conversation before it even started. "Really?" she asked, raising an eyebrow as Minho made his way over to her. "No Englishi?" He hung his sunglasses on his shirt before answering, "What? Don't judge me. I wasn't in the mood to talk." Celine rolled her eyes and playfully smacked him on the arm.
