{A Sky Full of Feelings }
It was a commercial flight…
But not just any seats.
Business class.
Ian had arranged everything.
The seats were wide and comfortable, separated from each other with sleek dividers that could be raised or lowered for privacy.
Soft lighting. Quiet atmosphere. Minimal noise.
Tyla sat beside her mother, right next to the window.
Across from them—
İan.
Tyla leaned slightly toward the window, watching the airport lights outside.
Everything felt… new.
Strange.
Heavy.
The plane slowly began to move.
Her fingers tightened around the armrest.
Then—
It accelerated.
Faster…
Faster…
Until suddenly—
They lifted.
Tyla's breath hitched.
Her chest tightened.
Without thinking—
She grabbed her mother's hand tightly.
"Mom…" she whispered, fear clear in her voice.
Her other hand trembled slightly in the air—
And suddenly…
Warm fingers wrapped around it.
İan.
He had leaned forward slightly, his eyes focused on her.
Without saying anything…
He held her hand.
Firm. Steady.
Her mother squeezed her other hand gently.
"It's okay… it's okay…" she whispered.
But Tyla…
Her heart was racing wildly.
Not just from fear.
Something else.
Something she didn't understand.
Two hands holding hers.
Two different feelings.
One familiar…
And one dangerously new.
Her heartbeat grew louder.
Her breathing uneven.
Her fingers tightened slightly around his without realizing.
İan noticed.
His eyes softened for a brief moment.
Then suddenly—
He pulled his hand back.
As if he had just realized what he was doing.
Tyla froze.
Her hand slowly lowered.
"…thank you," she whispered softly.
He didn't respond.
Just leaned back slightly…
Avoiding her gaze.
Time passed.
The plane stabilized.
Silence returned.
After about an hour—
Her mother yawned softly.
"I'm going to sleep… wake me up ten minutes before we land."
Tyla nodded.
"Okay."
Now…
It was just the two of them again.
Neither of them looked at the other.
Ian stared ahead.
Tyla stared at the window.
But both of them…
Were aware.
Of each other.
After a while, Tyla stood up quietly.
"I'll go to the restroom…" she murmured.
Her mother didn't respond—already asleep.
Tyla stepped forward carefully—
But suddenly—
The plane shook.
A strong turbulence hit.
She lost her balance—
"Ah—!"
And fell—
Straight into Ian 's lap.
Silence.
His hands instinctively held her to steady her.
Her breath stopped.
His eyes widened slightly.
They were close.
Too close.
Her face inches from his.
His hand around her waist.
Her hand against his chest.
For a few seconds—
Time froze.
Her heart was pounding so loudly she was sure he could hear it.
His breathing slowed…
But his grip didn't.
Then suddenly—
She pulled away.
"I—I'm sorry!"
He cleared his throat slightly.
"…It's okay."
She avoided his eyes completely and rushed to the restroom.
Inside—
She leaned against the door.
"What is wrong with me…?" she whispered.
Her hand moved to her chest.
Her heartbeat still fast.
Too fast.
After a moment, she washed her face and took a deep breath.
"Calm down…"
When she returned—
She paused.
İan was asleep.
Leaning slightly to the side…
His cap lowered…
His face relaxed for the first time.
She stood there for a second.
Watching him.
"He really didn't sleep…" she thought.
Her eyes softened.
"I feel like… he's not lying…"
She tilted her head slightly.
"…and he's really handsome."
A small smile formed on her lips.
"Unreal…"
She quietly sat down again.
Leaning back…
And slowly—
She fell asleep too.
"Ladies and gentlemen… we have now arrived in Seoul, South Korea."
Tyla opened her eyes slowly.
Her mother stirred beside her.
İan straightened in his seat.
They had arrived.
Outside—
Seoul.
As they stepped out of the airport—
Tyla took a deep breath.
"Korea…"
Ian looked at them.
"I'll go to my place."
He paused slightly.
"You go safely."
He gave a small respectful bow…
Then turned and left.
Tyla watched him for a moment.
Then—
"Come on," her mother said.
"Let's go to my friend's house."
They took a taxi.
The city lights of Gangnam surrounded them.
Luxury streets. Tall buildings.
Everything felt alive.
The car stopped in a quiet, elegant street.
In front of a house—
Not too big.
Not too small.
But neat. Warm. Beautiful.
The door opened.
"Mrs Kim !"
They hugged tightly.
Tyla smiled softly.
"This is Mrs. Park," her mother said.
"Nice to meet you," Tyla said with a gentle smile.
Mrs. Park hugged tyla warmly.
Inside…
The house was cozy.
Simple… but full of life.
"Does she live alone?" Tyla whispered.
Her mother shook her head.
"No… she has a daughter."
She paused.
"Her husband passed away."
Tyla's expression softened.
"…like my father…"
Her mother smiled sadly.
"Yes…"
The door suddenly opened—
A little girl ran in.
Around eight years old.
Bright eyes. Big smile.
"Hello!" Tyla said warmly.
The girl hugged her immediately.
"I'm Han Seoul!"
Tyla laughed softly.
"I'm Tyla."
Later—
They all sat and ate together.
Warm food. Laughter.
A feeling Tyla hadn't felt in a long time.
"Let's go buy snacks!" Han Seoul said excitedly.
"I'll come with you," Tyla smiled.
They walked through the streets.
Shops everywhere.
Lights. People. Energy.
Han Seoul went into a store.
"I'll go back home alone! You look around!"
"Okay," Tyla said.
She wandered alone.
Bought small accessories.
A cute bag.
A small doll.
And… Korean corn dog.
On her way back—
She stopped.
A house.
Right next to Mrs. Park's.
Big.
Black.
Luxurious.
Covered with security cameras.
"Wow…" she whispered.
"Who lives here…?"
The door opened.
A man walked out.
Black leather jacket.
Black jeans.
Black cap.
Strong presence.
She squinted slightly—
Then froze.
"…Ian ?"
He looked up.
Equally shocked.
"Tyla?"
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
She blinked.
"I should ask you that!"
He pointed behind him calmly.
"This is my house."
She turned slowly…
Then pointed at the other house.
"That's… my mom's friend's house."
Silence.
Then both of them—
"…What?"
She laughed nervously.
"What kind of coincidence is this…?"
He let out a small laugh.
"Well… I guess you're my neighbor now."
She crossed her arms slightly.
"…Great."
Then turned.
"Goodnight."
She walked inside.
İan stood there for a moment…
Then smirked slightly.
"…Neighbor, huh."