The cabin hummed with the steady rhythm of the plane’s engines, a constant sound that blended with the faint rustling of blankets and soft snores from the other members sprawled across the seats. The dim lights overhead cast muted shadows, creating an intimate stillness. Outside, the vast darkness of the sky stretched endlessly, speckled with faint stars barely visible beyond the frosted window.

Bang Chan sat by the window, his hoodie pulled up, one earphone in, the other hanging loose. His fingers hovered over his phone, scrolling aimlessly through a playlist. Despite the exhaustion tugging at him, sleep felt impossible. His mind raced, tangled with thoughts of the tour, the next performance, the weight of his responsibilities.

Beside him, she shifted, her head leaning back against the seat, her breathing slow but not quite even. The faint scent of her perfume lingered between them, grounding him in a way he didn’t fully understand but couldn’t do without. Her presence was a quiet balm to his restlessness.

“You okay?” she asked softly, her voice barely louder than a whisper, but the concern in it was unmistakable.

He glanced at her, the corners of his lips curving into the faintest smile. “I’m fine. Just tired.”

She pulled the airline blanket over them both, the faint brush of her arm against his sending a ripple of warmth through him. The cool air conditioning bit at his skin, but her nearness was enough to keep him steady.

“You should sleep,” she murmured, her voice tender, laced with the kind of care he rarely allowed himself to feel.

He shook his head lightly, turning to look out at the stars. “Not yet.” His voice was low, almost drowned out by the hum of the engines. “Just… let me stay here like this for a while.”

She rested her head against his shoulder, her fingers brushing his, a silent invitation. He took her hand, holding it tightly, as if it were the one thing anchoring him in the chaos of his world.

The turbulence rattled softly, the plane tilting slightly as it cut through the endless sky.