#nayeon x wooyeon: 001

[rcincarnatcd]

Nayeon hadn’t planned on leaving this late. She was even hoping to go straight to work after arriving back to Seoul. But having forgot to double check her flight plan (and the number of her flight) until the last minute, so she had to cancel and book a next flight. Which, inconveniently, was 4 hours later. It’s not that her superstitions were terribly out of control, but the first flight number literally was 666. Even if she didn’t foresee anything happening, it was better to keep her own mind at ease. At her seat, specially requested to have any seat that did not have a 4 or seat number 13, in the new flight she felt slightly more relaxed. More so than she would have felt in the other plane at least. There was some sort of strange energy around her, but she assumed it was just nervous-flyer jitters. “Excuse me,” she reached out lightly for a passing by attendant, but had to pause for a moment before gathering herself from what she saw. “Sorry. Um, when you have the chance, could I have a cup of tea?” she asked. “But only you can pour into the cup. You shouldn’t pour with someone else, even if it’s a bit shaky here.” Nayeon tried not to sound too creepy as her words came off as if she knew the other and her way of pouring. When she advised people she tried not to be too specific to the person’s methods to not scare them away. Not unless they came to her specifically for help. And she also just didn’t elaborate as to why it would be better. That’s where the stares and names usually came in. // @heoxyoungjae