The cabin lights flickered on with a soft chime. Passengers stirred, yawning, stretching, folding blankets. The smell of fresh coffee drifted down the aisle as the crew began the final service.
Tae moved through the motions like a professional β smile plastered, tray balanced, voice sweet. βCoffee or tea, sir?β She didnβt look at Jungkookβs seat. Not once.




















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