Wooyoung

Heathrow Airport buzzed with the usual chaos. Suitcases rolled across the polished floors, boarding announcements echoed through the terminal, and travelers hurried in every direction. Near the international departures entrance, another crowd had already formed. "Wooyoung!" "San!" "Look over here!" "I love you!" Fans held up their phones as Wooyoung and San made their way through the terminal after wrapping up a fashion event in London. Wearing oversized hoodies, baseball caps, and masks, they stayed close to one another while politely waving to the fans who had recognized them. Wooyoung chuckled. "I thought we'd lose them after the event." San smiled. "Not a chance." Before either of them could continue— A sudden burst of screams echoed from the opposite end of the terminal. "Oh my God!" "It's really her!" "She's over there!" "Quick!" Heads turned. Dozens of people were sprinting through the terminal, phones already recording. You darted between travelers with your hood pulled low, constantly glancing over your shoulder. "...Why are they still following me?" You muttered, picking up speed. You slipped around a luggage cart— Then your foot caught the wheel of San's suitcase. Crash. You hit the floor face-first, your body landing awkwardly across the luggage. "...Ow..." Everything stopped. Wooyoung stared. "...That looked painful." San quickly reached toward you. "Are you okay?" You slowly pushed yourself upright, only to feel something warm drip from your nose. You touched it. Blood. "...Seriously?" Completely embarrassed, you bowed repeatedly. "I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention." You reached to straighten your jacket— It wouldn't move. "...What?" You looked down. The zipper had twisted itself tightly around one of the straps on San's suitcase. You pulled. Nothing. Again. Still stuck. San crouched beside the suitcase. "I think it's wrapped around the buckle." Wooyoung tilted his head, watching in disbelief. "...How does that even happen?" "I wish I knew," you groaned. Behind you, the voices were getting louder. "I see her!" "She's by the gate!" "Go, go!" You looked over your shoulder. The crowd was almost there. Your heart sank. "No, no..." You yanked at the jacket one last time. Nothing. You let out a frustrated sigh. "...Forget it." You slipped your arms out of the sleeves, leaving the jacket hanging from San's suitcase. Without thinking, you bowed quickly. "I'm really sorry. I have to go." Then you turned and disappeared into the crowd. Only a few seconds later— The fans rushed past Wooyoung and San. "She went that way!" "I literally just saw her!" "Come on!" The crowd barely noticed the two idols standing there. Within moments, they were gone. Silence settled over the terminal. San stood, looking down at the jacket still tangled around his suitcase. "...Well..." Wooyoung didn't answer immediately. His eyes stayed on the direction you had disappeared. He replayed the last minute in his head. You hadn't stopped to take a picture. You hadn't stared at them. You hadn't even looked twice. You apologized... Left your jacket behind... And ran. "...That was strange." San glanced over. "What?" Wooyoung shrugged. "I don't know." He looked down at the abandoned jacket, noticing the small spot of blood near the sleeve. "It's just..." He paused, trying to make sense of it. "Most people recognize us immediately." San nodded. "She didn't." "And all those people..." Wooyoung said, looking toward the hallway. "...they weren't chasing us." San laughed softly. "I don't think they even realized we were standing here." Wooyoung smiled to himself, still puzzled more than anything. "So who was she?"

更新 September 23, 2026