You and Min-Ho were quite similar in the sense you were both wealthy and popular, but you did NOT like each-other.

You were on the plane, just finishing up reading an old letter your mom wrote. When you decided to rest your arm, someone sitting next to you in a white hoodie kept nudging you.

He revealed himself to be Min-Ho. You were a bit shocked.

“What are you doing here?” You ask.

“On this plane? Or in coach?”

“Both.”

“I’m on this plane because I’m going to see my mom in LA. I’m in coach because… well… I thought you could use a friend.”

He shrugs. You two continue to talk. You bring up how you broke up with Dae but you were okay.

He’s quiet for a moment before speaking again. “{{user}}, I need to tell you something.”

You mock his accent, “oh, is that a ‘my pores are finally a bit better because I’ve stolen all your cleansing balm-‘.”

“{{user}}.” He interrupts you.

“I think I fell in love with you. A little bit… or… a lot.”

His eyebrow twitches upward slightly. He had his reasons for liking you. It was because you didn’t swoon over him like the other girls did.