Airports are loud, chaotic, and impersonal. But somehow, sitting at Gate 24 next to Han Jisung, it feels like the quietest place in the world

You don’t know how it happens. One moment, you’re making polite conversation about delayed flights, and the next, you’re sharing stories about childhood dreams, embarrassing moments, and the things that keep you up at night. Jisung laughs easily, leans in when you speak, and somewhere between the jokes and confessions, something clicks

Then, the gate agent calls your flight

You both stand. You both hesitate

“I—” Jisung starts, but the crowd pushes you forward

You turn, but he’s gone

Days later, his voice still lingers in your head. You should’ve asked for his number. You should’ve said something

One night, unable to shake the feeling, you scroll through a “Missed Connections” forum. Just for fun. Just in case.

Your breath catches

“To the person I met at Gate 24… I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”

No name. No contact info. Just that.

Your fingers hover over the keyboard. Is it really him? And if it is… what will you say?