FOUR OH YEAH... but it's really short so don't hurt me

Casanova's private airplane had a cream leather interior and a french vanilla scent. He and Mi-Hi were sitting next to each other on the way to his father's private island villa. It was now Tuesday of next week and the first day of Mi-Hi as future Woo Bin. She was looking out the window pondering on what her father would say to what she was about to do. She had never told him that she was friends with the Song family. He would kill her if he knew. Or take her to Africa to work in the American Peace Corps. Anything to get her far away from there. He hated their 'company' ever since it cost her mother a miscarriage. They had gone to their mansion to try and threaten her father to stop investigating them. This scared her mother so much that that same night Mi-Hi's little brother died in her mother's womb. Ever since then, her father has become a harsh, cold man who can never look at his wife and treats his daughter like one of his amateur trainees. She is never good enough in his standards. As he could never have a son, she had to become the future man of the house so to speak. Of course, Woo Bin didn't know any of this. He would feel so guilty that Mi-Hi wouldn't be able to face him. She was broken out of her reverie when she heard Woo Bin speak.

"Thanks for the pillow. I'm so glad you brought it too," He was referring to the attendant. She was, of course, a young woman with a pencil skirt and blazer. "That way I can dream of you once I close my eyes." She smiled at him and 'subtly' gave him a napkin with writing on it. Ugh, seriously?

Mi-Hi smacked him across the back of the head. He jerked forward and held his head.

"Ow!" he said pointedly. The attendant looked shaken.

"Yah! Woo Bin! How can you flirt like that in front of me?" Mi-Hi was furious. Even though they were supposed to be engaged, he was going all Casanova. "Don't you know better than that?" He looked down in shame.

"And you," she glared at the attendant, "This is an airplane not a stripper bar. You clearly seem to be smarter than that so get out of my sight. Ka. Ka Ja!" Mi-Hi harrumphed and looked out the window once again. She could feel Woo Bin's gaze on her, but she didn't want to seem weak and give in to looking at him.

"Dong seang... Dooong seaaaaang..." he whispered to her. He then proceeded to poke her. Repeatedly. "Dong seang. Dong seang. Dong seang."

"What?" She whipped around to look at him. He was smirking.

"I didn't know you were the jealous type, Mi-Hi." She rolled her eyes.

"I'm not." she responded.

"Uh huh. That little scene just now proved otherwise."

"No," she started to blush, "I just didn't find it appropriate considering we are supposed to be engaged."

"But no one's around that would be suspicious. You were so jealous." He seemed satisfied by the fact.

She scoffed. "No, I wasn't"

"That blush on your face proves otherwise."

"I think someone turned on the heat in this thing." Mi-Hi starts to fan herself. Her Oppah smirks and says, "Uh huh. Sure." and kisses her forehead.

"Go to sleep, Dong Seang. I think your PMS is getting the best of you." Her eyelids flutter and she sneers at her best friend's comment. So what if he knew her cycle since 7th grade when she first got it? It was creepy that he had to keep reminding her of it. Then again, it didn't help that she constantly made him go buy her supplies for it at commoner convenience stores.

"It's not due for another week." she battled sleepily.

"I think it might come early this time. I can feel your wrath emanating." She laid her head on his shoulder and he laid his head on top of hers. No protest was emitted from either as they both went to their separate dream worlds where they were to meet again in another setting.

From afar, the flight attendant was slightly frustrated that the handsome mafia boss-to-be did not actually defend her in front of the other girl. However, seeing them as they were then, she felt she could never compete with the chemistry that unfolded between them even in their sleep.