Seeing the word 'delayed' in big, bold letters on a massive screen that's supposed to tell Seokjin he's headed home in an hour or two has to be the worst thing to see the soonest he gets out of the bathroom. He tired to be understanding the first time it happened, a bit accepting the second time the thing flashed that dreaded word and when one of the carrier's staff approached them to let them know about another delay due to 'really terrible winter storms', so now he believes he has every right to... throw a fit or something. Groan in distress or maybe even throw a tantrum on the floor as he cries out desperately for someone to stop snow from raging down on them. Do something so absurd, he'd make Twitter news in the next minute or two without even meaning to. But then he's an adult and he's experienced worse, and even if he's disappointed bordering really fucking angry, the fatigue thick in his limbs far outweighs his desire to punch someone in the balls.
"Fuck my luck," Seokjin half mumbles, half laughs to himself, then takes a deep, shaky breath. On the up side, he's forced to rest a couple more hours since he's already finished everything there was to do for work in the eleven hours he'd had to wait for his flight to be delayed again. Might just be the perfect time to unbox that game he'd picked up before heading to the airport and finish the main storyline in time for him. He tightens his hold on the handle of his luggage, then, and begins to drag his things to the nearest bench when he catches something strangely, strangely familiar.
He furrows his eyebrows. It won't be the first time he'll be hearing someone speak in his mother tongue in a foreign place, much more in crowded and packed JFK where all eighty-something nationalities congregate every five minutes, but it hasn't quite lost its novelty yet. Like — ah — the first time he ever ran into a Korean here? He stopped dead in his tracks and whipped his head around the way protagonists in Korean dramas would. Hilarious, yes, but when you've already grown accustomed to hearing everybody speak English around you, catching something a little closer to home feels like a breath of fresh air.
elindar, you're up!