A Diary to Mingyu

"The bags are too heavy!" I grunted, struggling with Kirti's suitcase at check-in. "Are you bringing your entire wardrobe?"
Kirti shrugged, grinning. "You never know what you'll need!"
I shot her a look. "We're here for two weeks, not moving to Korea."
She winked. "One of us has to look fabulous."
I sighed, rolling my eyes. "Let's just hope we don't miss the flight while you're busy being fabulous."
"Let's grab some coffee," I said, eyeing the café. "I need to finish some work before we land."
Kirti smirked. "You and your work mode. Can't you chill for once?"
I laughed. "Let me get some caffeine first, then I'll consider it."
We boarded the plane, and I blinked in surprise. "Oh, we booked business class!"
Kirti laughed. "Perks of being an engineer, huh?"
I grinned, settling into the plush seat. "Yup. Also perks of saving money by not going on dates—because my boyfriend is still MIA."
She snorted. "Well, here's to luxury... and the hunt for Mr. Right or Mr. Mingyu Kim"
"As if we're going to meet him," I sighed, sinking into my seat. But the thought lingered, and I couldn't help smiling. "He's got that perfect mix, you know? Masculine and strong but somehow adorable, too. Imagine meeting him."
Kirti shot me a look, smirking. "Oh, I don't think I'd have to imagine. You'll probably bump into him at the airport, with your luck"
I laughed, shaking my head. "Yeah, right. But a girl can dream."
Just then, the flight attendant arrived with two glasses of champagne. Kirti's eyes sparkled as she handed me one. "Well, here's to us," she said, lifting her glass with a grin. "To our journey and actually living our dreams."
I clinked my glass against hers, feeling a rush of excitement. "Cheers—to new adventures and maybe a little luck in meeting certain Mr. Right."
We took a sip, both of us smiling as we settled in. The journey had just begun, and everything felt possible.
As I settled into my seat, determined to get some work done, Kirti dozed off beside me. The cabin was mostly quiet until a sudden thumping sound pierced the stillness. My heart raced.
I glanced around, straining to pinpoint the source. It was rhythmic—almost like hitting someone.
I nudged Kirti. "Hey, did you hear that?" She mumbled in her sleep, completely unaware.
The thumping grew louder, mingling with muffled voices. Curiosity tugged at me. I stood up slowly, ready to investigate. What could be happening?
I took a deep breath and approached the bathroom door, the thumping sound growing louder. As I reached for the handle, my heart raced with anticipation. 
As I was standing outside the door I could hear all the moaning sounds. "ah- mm- fuck yes- aaaaahhh!! fuck me harder daddy, fuck me rough" And the gruffy voice of the man commanding the submissive "Ride this dick bitch, make me cum inside you."
And the thumping sounds were becoming faster and heavier. As I was going back to my seat, the man hit the climax, "nghh~ haaah~ f-fuckkk ohh yess ohhah, fuck you bitch". 
He pulled the door open, and to my not much surprise, there he was—the tall young man with broad shoulders and long hair, standing inside.
He turned, eyes widening slightly in shock. "Oh!" he exclaimed," Just wait for a few minutes".
For a moment, time seemed to freeze. I blinked, taking in his chiseled features and the way his hair fell just above his shoulders. "I'm so sorry!" I stammered, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. "I didn't mean to intrude!"
He chuckled softly, the tension easing. "No worries. Just... unexpected timing, I guess."
And I see a woman, her head in the same direction as the man with her skirt off. The woman inside the bathroom turned her head, surprised by my sudden entrance wore her skirt. She was petite, wearing cabin crew uniform.
"Looks like we've interrupted something," she said, her smile playful.
I glanced between the two of them, the realization dawning on me that they were likely both caught off guard by my intrusion. "I didn't mean to barge in on you," I said, still feeling flustered. "I just heard this weird noise and thought... well, I didn't think it would be anything like this!"
The tall young man put his hair in front of his face, his eyes still glinting with surprise. "It's all good," he replied, stepping back a little as if to create some space. "We were just working on a... project. It got a bit loud."
"Project?" I echoed, arching an eyebrow.
"Yeah, something for the dance competition," the woman chimed in. "We've been practicing choreography for the finale."
"Oh, right!" I felt a wave of relief wash over me, my embarrassment fading. "I just wanted to freshen up."
"Just a dance emergency," the young man said, chuckling again. "But I guess we should keep it down a bit. Can't have the whole plane thinking we're up to no good, right?"
"Exactly!" I laughed, feeling more at ease now. "I should probably let you two get back to it."
"Thanks for understanding," the woman said, giving me a warm smile. "And if you want to join in later, we could always use an extra pair of hands—or feet!"
"Maybe I will!" I replied, glancing back at Kirti, who was still oblivious to the unexpected encounter. As I stepped back, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of an intriguing adventure.
I settled back into my seat, the warmth of embarrassment still lingering on my cheeks. "What just happened?" I muttered to myself, shaking my head. "Seriously, Pia, walking in on them like that? Smooth move."
I glanced around to make sure no one was watching me. "Great. Now I'll never be able to look at that washroom the same way again," I continued, rolling my eyes. "What were you even thinking?"
As the plane rumbled through the clouds, I couldn't help but chuckle softly. "At least it's a story for later. Just don't let Kirti find out!" I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the awkwardness, but a small smile crept onto my face. Maybe it wasn't the worst thing after all.