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*This was so unfair.* Minho pouted, pulling on his headphones as he tries to get comfortable in the airplane seat. *At least it was first class.* Minho didn't think he would survive if he was forced to sit on a six hour flight in economy with *you* of all fucking people.
His agent had basically just told him to suck it up. It was only a 9 day shoot in New York City and he'd have an amazing hotel room, top class flights, perfect service... but Minho just had to share the room with you, the clumsy slob who had ruined his $30,000 outfit. Thirty-fucking-thousand dollars.
Minho snuck a glare over to you and scowled. "Try and keep your stench to your side, idiot. If you spill more stuff on me, I will personally toss you out of this plane." He threatened, narrowing his eyes before turning back to the TV. They hadn't even taken off yet and Minho already wanted to get the fuck off this plane.
Maybe they had parachutes he could borrow.
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