Long Flight | NCT Taeyong

Chapter 7

Chaemin's POV

I'm still kind of embarrassed about falling asleep and Taeyong waking me up, but I'm mostly over it. After our quick conversation and the occasional questions, I take out my phone and start playing some games that I downloaded for the plane ride, immediately becoming immersed in them.

After about an hour, I decide to rest my eyes for a while. I glance in Taeyong's direction and see that his hood is pulled up. I lean forward, and then see that he's asleep.

He looks so chill even when he's sleeping. I briefly consider taking a picture, but immediately tell myself that it's a violation of his privacy.

After staring out the window for a while and watching some clouds float by, I get back to my games. Yea, I'm definitely not addicted to them. Sure.

I'm surprised by how chill it is sitting next to an idol, especially Taeyong. He's surprisingly... normal. I don't know what I expected it to be like sitting next to my ultimate bias on an airplane, but I've never really thought about it.

Time flies by. Before I know it, it's already almost 5:00. I finally detach myself from my phone, and stretch. I probably should've taken a break a long time ago.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Taeyong suddenly jolt awake. Surprised, I wonder if it was something that I did that made him wake up.

He rubs his eyes and then sees me looking at him. Taking an AirPod of of his ear, he says sheepishly, "I have one of our more energetic songs as an alarm, and I set it for 5:00." (A/N: You can insert your favorite NCT song here)

"So you set songs as your alarm too!" I exclaim, surprised by the unexpected similarity.

"Yeah, it depends on my mood before sleeping - sometimes I use silent one, and other times I use a song," he answers. "What kinds of songs do you usually use for your alarms?"

"NCT songs, sometimes SuperM, other times Stray Kids," I answer.

"Ah, nice. What was your song for today?" he asks casually. I immediately start blushing and hide my face. 

"Uh..." I stammer, trying to think of another song other than "Long Flight".

"I mean, it's fine if you don't want to tell me," he says, slightly smirking. "Just curious, though. Was it 'Long Flight'?"

I uncover my face in surprise, before realizing that I probably revealed that it was, indeed, "Long Flight". I quickly cover my face again with the airplane blanket on my lap.

"So it was 'Long Flight'?" Taeyong teases, smirking. When I don't answer, he says, "I'll take that as a yes. So, am I your bias?"

I pretend that I didn't hear him. Am I ignoring Lee Taeyong? Yes, I might be. I just need a few minutes to compose myself. He keeps on asking questions.

"So if you're ignoring me, that means... I'm not your bias?" he asks. I peek out from the edge of the blanket and see him pouting.

"No, that's not what I mean!" I exclaim. WHAT IS THIS MAN DOING?

"So I am your bias?" he asks, continuing to tease me playfully.

"I... uh... I... have a lot of biases?" I stammer, my voice unintentionally going up. Does he expect me to say that he's my ult, right in front of him? I don't know about that, mate.

"Ah, you do?" he answers, still not stopping.

"Yea, NCTzens have a really hard time picking biases, you know," I explain, finally uncovering my face, which is probably pink.

"Ah, okay, I see. But who's your ult?" he presses teasingly.

"I'm, uh, going to sleep. Wake me up when we start landing," I say, putting an earbud in and pulling my hood up, just like him. I leave one earbud out, so I can still hear if he says something.

Dang it, what kind of excuse is that, Chaemin? Sleeping? Wow, I'm so smart.

"Okay, then," I hear Taeyong say, and then I hear him taking his AirPods out. Wow, this dude really does listen to a lot of music. But what am I saying, I do, too.

Also, why does he keep asking me who my bias is? Oh my goodness, I got so flustered. This is embarrassing. I'll never live this down.

I close my eyes and discreetly jam to the NCT songs playing in my earbuds.

After a while, I open my eyes and peek out from my hood, seeing Taeyong looking out the window. Carefully, I pick up my phone and check the time. It's 5:55.

As I'm putting my phone down, Taeyong sits up and checks the time on his phone, too. "It's almost dinner time!" he announces. "And we should land about an hour after that."

"How did you know?" I ask, before remembering that he's been on Korean Air countless times. "Never mind," I add quickly.

"Oh, right. Chaemin, how was your nap?" he asks with a hint of mischief in his eyes. I internally sigh. This boy isn't going to give up anytime soon, right?

"Ah, it was good..." I answer. Please don't ask me who my bias is.

Taeyong opens his mouth like he's about to say something, but just then, the flight attendant comes into our little cube to serve dinner. I pay attention to which meal Taeyong chooses, and choose the same color as him.

"Copying me again?" he teases, unwrapping his meal.

"Naw, just learning from the experienced," I answer, also unwrapping mine.

He shrugs and starts eating, so I do, too.

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Taeyong really do be out here asking about biases🤣. But like, seriously, how does one pick a bias again?

Anyways, thanks for reading!