The flight from Tokyo to New York did not feel like travel. It felt like survival.
They left Japan after barely half a day of rest, not because they were strong, but because the schedule had become a beast that refused to be fed slowly. People slept in broken pieces. Some with their mouths slightly open. Some with their phones still in their palms. Some staring into the dark cabin like their bodies had forgotten how to relax.
Jang Wook slept with a tablet on his lap. Wayne had headphones on but nothing was playing. Yuri slept curled into herself like she was trying to shrink her nerves. Min Jae sat with his arms folded, eyes closed, but his expression still looked like he was solving problems in his head.
Dayo did not sleep much.
He watched the window and counted time silently, not with hours, but with urgency.
When the plane finally landed in New York, it was morning.
Cold air. Sharp wind. Bright sky.
The airport, however, was anything but calm.
