Chapter 109

Jennie didn’t tell anyone why she suddenly booked a flight to Hawaii.

Not her manager, not her friends, not even Lisa’s mother who usually somehow always knew things before they happened.

She just smiled to herself in the middle of her living room, phone in hand, thumb hovering over the confirmation button.

“Hawaii,” she whispered like it was a secret only she and the universe were allowed to hear.

Then she tapped confirm.

—

Lisa, on the other hand, was already at the airport hours earlier, dressed in her crisp pilot uniform, hair neatly tied, badge shining under the terminal lights. She looked every bit composed—professional, calm, in control.

Except she wasn’t.

Because ten minutes before boarding, one of the senior flight attendants walked up to her with a strange smile.

“Captain,” the stewardess said carefully, like she was trying not to laugh. “We have… an interesting passenger request.”

Lisa raised a brow. “Define interesting.”

The stewardess tilted her head toward the passenger list. “First class. Passenger name: Jennie Kim.”

For a second, Lisa didn’t respond.

Just blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Then—

“…Jennie?” she repeated slowly.

The stewardess nodded, clearly enjoying this way too much. “Your wife.”

Lisa stared at her for a moment longer, then looked down at the manifest again as if it might magically change.

It didn’t.

A soft breath left her lips, halfway between disbelief and fond resignation.

“She booked my flight,” Lisa muttered.

The stewardess grinned. “Looks like she did.”

And suddenly, Lisa was no longer just a pilot preparing for a long-haul flight.

She was a wife about to be ambushed at 35,000 feet.

—

Jennie boarded the plane with perfect calm, sunglasses on, hair slightly curled, carrying the kind of energy that made even strangers turn their heads.

She looked like she belonged in first class. Like she belonged anywhere she decided to sit.

But the moment she stepped into the cabin and the flight attendant greeted her with a knowing smile, Jennie felt something suspicious.

“Welcome aboard, Mrs. Kim,” the stewardess said warmly.

Jennie paused mid-step.

“…Mrs. Kim?” she echoed.

The stewardess leaned in slightly, voice lowering. “Captain Lisa is flying today.”

That was it.

Jennie stopped walking completely.

For half a second, the world went silent.

Then—

“Oh,” Jennie said softly.

A smile slowly formed on her lips. Not the usual playful one people saw in magazines. This one was quieter. Sharper. Fond.

“Oh, she’s going to kill me,” Jennie added, clearly pleased with herself.

The stewardess laughed under her breath. “First class seat is ready for you.”

Jennie nodded, suddenly walking a little lighter than before.

“Oh, I know,” she said. “I picked it.”

—

The cabin filled up slowly, the hum of passengers settling in, overhead bins closing, soft chatter fading into the background.

Jennie sat in first class like she owned the sky, legs crossed, head tilted slightly as she looked toward the cockpit door every few seconds.

Waiting.

Planning.

Smiling to herself like she was the one about to take control of the plane.

—

Then the engines roared softly.

The plane began to move.

And Jennie leaned back in her seat, fingers tapping lightly on the armrest.

This was going to be fun.

—

In the cockpit, Lisa was fully in her element now—voice steady, hands precise, eyes scanning controls with practiced ease.

But there was a softness in her expression that no one on the flight deck could quite miss.

One of the co-pilots glanced at her. “Everything okay, Captain?”

Lisa didn’t look away from the runway.

“…My wife is on this flight,” she said simply.

That was all.

And somehow, that explained everything.

The co-pilot coughed lightly. “Ah. Understood.”

—

The plane climbed smoothly into the sky.

Clouds stretched out like an endless white ocean beneath them.

And then, hours later, as Hawaii came into view—lush green islands cutting through deep blue water like something out of a dream—the cabin speaker crackled softly.

Passengers started to settle, bags being tucked away, anticipation rising.

Jennie straightened slightly in her seat.

She already knew what was coming.

—

Lisa’s voice came through the intercom.

Calm. Professional.

Warm.

“This is your captain speaking.”

Jennie smiled before she even finished the sentence.

“We are beginning our descent into Hawaii and will be landing within three minutes. Please return to your seats and ensure your seat belts are securely fastened.”

A pause.

Just a fraction too long.

Jennie tilted her head, already grinning.

Then—

“And to my beloved wife, who is seated in first class…”

Jennie’s eyes brightened.

The cabin, meanwhile, collectively stilled. A few passengers exchanged confused glances.

Lisa continued, and there it was—soft, unmistakably affectionate even through the professional tone.

“Honey… I love you. See you later.”

Silence.

Then a ripple of amused gasps, quiet laughter, and a few “aww”s spread through the cabin like sunlight breaking through clouds.

Jennie covered her mouth, laughing quietly to herself, shoulders shaking slightly as she leaned back into her seat.

“Oh my God,” she whispered.

She could practically hear Lisa’s composed face cracking just a little on the other side of the cockpit door.

—

When the plane landed smoothly, applause broke out from passengers as usual—but this time, it felt different.

Warmer.

Jennie stood slowly, grabbing her bag, still smiling like she had just won something no one else could see.

The flight attendants were trying very hard not to laugh as they guided passengers out.

“Mrs. Kim,” one of them said again, still amused.

Jennie nodded, already walking toward the cockpit corridor.

“Oh, I know,” she said lightly. “I’m going to see my captain.”

—

When Lisa finally stepped out of the cockpit, still in uniform, still perfectly composed except for the faintest hint of red on her ears, she stopped the moment she saw Jennie waiting.

For a second, neither of them spoke.

Then Jennie raised a brow.

“…Honey?”

Lisa exhaled slowly, like she had been holding her breath the entire flight.

“You booked my flight,” Lisa said.

Jennie smiled sweetly. “I missed you.”

Lisa stared at her.

Then shook her head slightly, walking closer.

“You are going to be the death of me,” she muttered.

Jennie leaned in just a little, voice soft and satisfied.

“And yet you still said you love me over the speaker.”

That finally broke Lisa.

A small laugh escaped her—quiet, helpless, fond.

“…Yeah,” Lisa admitted. “I did.”

Jennie reached out, fixing a strand of hair near Lisa’s cap.

“Good,” she said simply. “Because I came all the way to Hawaii for that.”

Lisa tilted her head slightly, looking at her like she still couldn’t believe this was her life.

“…You could’ve just texted me,” she said.

Jennie hummed thoughtfully.

“Where’s the fun in that?”