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"Sir...y-your flight t-to Singapore i-is due an hour f-from now." Hoseok fretted on choosing whether, not waking up his sleeping boss and not getting killed, or the opposite. Hoseok prayed to not die on this day. Not today. The sunshine chose to do his job responsibly and shook the shorter man gently. So gentle that it may even have not awaken his dear boss.
The short man was lying on the plush white sheets of his bed, his sleeping position indicated how exhausted he was from the previous day. Fair enough, he still looked charming. His black hair-bangs swirled and twisted across his porcelain-like skin. Those rosy, tiny, pouty, and kissable lips contrasted with his pale tone. He may look short, small, dwarf-ish, tiny, molecular, and everything small...but he owns a great damn body. That body has muscled biceps, outlined abs, slim thighs, veiny hands, but a cute face. He was wearing a white sleeved polo, tucked in a pair of black pants. The man asleep hummed unconsciously, that made Hoseok tremble for his dear life. Who knew his boss was a beast when awaken?
At last, he rose from the bed, seemingly calm, he turned his head to the side, only to glance at the digital alarm clock. His squinty eyes were enlarged by the sight, then reduced afterwards. His vision zooming in, then out.
"Shit." The black haired man gritted his lips. Glaring at the clock. He took a deep and humble sigh, "Get the fucking car ready." He told his lanky assistant. The lanky Jung Hoseok scampered through the halls of the mansion and prepared the vehicle. Within seconds, the roars of the engine began to energize the atmosphere. The time is set. There was a feeling inside of the sleepy man. A feeling about not appreciating to miss his damn flight. Maybe...just maybe...something rare would happen on this day.
Yoongi got up like a madman and hurried to finish his shower. He really needed one. The steaming water sprinkled on him and cleansed his gifted body. As one would do, he shampooed his hair, washed his body, then dried off. The male brushed his teeth with a fake gummy smile, like an alternation, whenever he would brush his front teeth he would smile, if he brushed more inwards then his face would turn into a frown. He grabbed a purple hair dryer and dried his hair within 60 seconds. Cute. His hair looked so fluffy and soft. Like a kitten.
Anyways, he remained focused on his visual representation, he is a known businessman in the music industry, so being presentable is a trait that should be maintained. Min Yoongi would not be impressed if people did not appreciate his fashion sense, he would rather be respected and looked up upon. As an inspirational masterpiece that is. A masterpiece that was once broken from sorrow, but was able to be formed into a stronger being.
Yoongi decided to go with a black shirt, black coat, black tights, and a pair of black runners. It was a great choice, knowing that he'll be very occupied in the airport. He would be required to pass the security check, weigh his luggages, validate his visa, print his ticket, and finally board the plane. Yeah all that shit. The man despised flights, they were stressful enough to deal with. To be honest...When was life going to be less strained for him?
He trotted down the steel stairs while putting on his rose-gold rolex on his left wrist. His leather handbag and silver luggage bag was waiting in the car, along with the over-hyper assistant. Yoongi slams the front door shut and hears an expected click for the auto-lock. He sipped from his coffee thermos indulgingly, Hoseok has prepared it for him before he got up.
Once Yoongi was in the driver's seat, and got his seatbelt on, the sports-car zoomed into the horizon of the city. Thank God, there was not any traffic from Seoul to the Incheon airport. Hoseok screeched as his head banged backwards from the drift. Yoongi is a professional driver. The car's wheels burned from the satisfying friction on the pavement. The engine growled by the amount of power it took to achieve the desired speed. Unfortunately, Yoongi remained "chill" about it.
"B-b-B-BOSS!!! I DON'T WANNA DIE!!! I CAN'T DIE LIKE DIS?!?!?! I HAVEN'T EVEN LOST MY VIRGINITY YET!- WAHHHHHHHH!!!!" Hoseok screamed out his guts. Though the car halted. A silent pause occurred.
"We are here." Yoongi says. Hoseok just watches him with wide eyes, like seeing the Angel of Death beyond him.
"It's ok to be a virgin Hoseok, you ain't the only one." Yoongi chuckled with an advice.
They parked in a reserved area in the airport, and unloaded their baggage. They speed-walked into the establishment and went through the stages before their flight. The process went by very quickly, since they are classified as loyalties. All the employees of the Incheon airport bowed down to him, except for the pilots and directors. Unfortunately, Yoongi didn't want to be a show-off, or even a bragger. He aimed for the simple but charming image. He believes that all individuals are equal. Equalizer indeed.
The reason why he is known in the airport is because of the fact that he frequently travels overseas, for meetings or business proposals. So his face is pretty popular among the staff. Everyone knows that he only books the most luxurious seats among all. Everyone painfully knows, how handsome he is. He probably visits the Korean airport every month. On most times, security wouldn't even bother to check his passport.
Only the pilots and head directors don't know who he is. Probably because all pilots are too tired or even busy to even accommodate their passengers. While the directors... direct the managers and their airline partners.
When they reached their gateway, there were several people left before boarding the plane. Just in time, he thought. The two males exposed their passports and tickets. "No need to show your passports and tickets sir. You may board at this moment." The manager proudly said. They were in the business-class section, so they were absolutely prioritized. Both men bowed with gratitude and entered the passenger zone that leads to the fuselage. At least they wouldn't have to wait in line. For this day, the airport wasn't packed with travelers, making it somewhat empty, and less pressured.
As they were making their way towards the entrance of the plane, Yoongi bumped into a tall figure. He was about to apologize immediately when he got disrupted by the unknown person. "Please stay on your lane. Right-lane for passengers, left-lane for pilots." The "man" spoke with a cold voice. The nameless person has raven colored hair, a broad chest, and a sharp jawline. Yoongi assumed that he was the "pilot" of the plane, it was obvious that he was wearing a uniform for that position. The "pilot", then proceeds walking past him, without even looking back. How rude. It was his actual first time having a conversation with a pilot, but he wasn't expecting for it to be so rudimentary (Google the word BETCH). Trailing behind that asshole were flight attendants. All of them walked elegantly in one straight line, like delicate filed papers. Most of them were females, and partially males. All of them greeted him and Hoseok with stunning teeth, all of them seemed to be good-looking, but one of them was outstanding.
A male. A stunning hombre. Damn. He has a brunette hair color, big expressive eyes, big pink lips, chubby cheeks, sexy waist, and thick lookin' ass thighs. Fuck. Yoongi thinks his boner is visible right now. Like...RIGHT NOW BETCH.
The gorgeous man smiles at him cheekily. He smiles back gummily (so fucking cute...can I die right now?). Hoseok, being the nosy ass bitch he is, noticed this romantic scenery, so he pushed Yoongi towards the cute guy. Making a huge commotion in the bridge-way. It was a great thing that the "cutie" was strolling at the back of the line, so they wouldn't bother anyone else. The cutie yelped and giggled like a window being scrubbed with a middle finger. The push was hard. So hard that the beautiful guy was pushed back to the wall, between his arms. Trapped in his arms. Their hips collided together and....and...oh shit. His boner. Fuck. He hoped that he did not notice it.
The rest of the flight attendants cooed, wolf-whistled, and teased them, cheering them on with so much support. Hoseok screamed like he got his leg chopped off. They both looked at each other and blushed like hell. "I-I am so sorry I-" Yoongi stuttered but was interrupted once again.
"Kim Seokjin!" A growl boomed through the whole expanse of South Korea...maybe even reaching North Korea...then Kim Jong Un might even hear it, then he'll be like "The Fook?" (It really didn't happen, it was just an expression. Hehehe)
They both cracked their necks to the direction of the voice. Oh well, the asshole is here AGAIN. Yoongi glared at the pilot. Why was that bastard even mad? Is he this cutie's boyfriend or somethin'? That douche!
"Seokjin! Please stop acting so unprofessional!" The raven haired guy vaults to "Seokjin" and grabs his sexy waist, like a possessive husband. The pilot pulled pretty Seokjin away from him with a death stare. Causing his arms to flap away. Seokjin just mouths a genuine apology to Yoongi, then continues to look down with his head bowed. "Please stay in your lane sir." The asshole "professionally" recommended. Then Seokjin and that raven dude walked into the plane.
Stay in his lane?!?! What the fuck was that supposed to mean?!?! That ASSHOLE should stay ON HIS LANE. He was the one who was holding Seokjin inappropriately in this type of working environment!?!?! What a hypocrite that man is.
Min Yoongi was about to murder the pilot even if he would delay the flight, but Hoseok manhandled him from harm. He felt a pinch of jealousy at the way the asshole held Seokjin. He craved to do the same.
"Calm down! Calm down! My boss! You'll be able to talk to...the Kim Seokjin guy." Hoseok suggested. His assistant knew him very well.
Seokjin. Kim Seokjin. Wow. What a beautiful name. It would be better if it was Min Seokjin. Well he'll make it Min Seokjin. His heart went swollen at that. After a few seconds, he collected his thoughts and settled down. He took a few deep breaths and managed to hide his boner with his thick coat.
At last, they got into the fuselage. They began searching for their seats in the VIP area, at the front section of the plane. When they did manage to find them, they relaxed internally. Hoseok's seat was located across his'. His assistant was already done putting his bags on the cabins from above, since it was an easy task for Hoseok, because he has the appropriate height. Too awful.. Yoongi wasn't in the range of the "average heights"... so he had to suffer. The short man struggled to push his bag further into the cabin. The struggle was real. Hoseok was already snoring, so there was really no choice. Yoongi would also not dare to call for assistance from one of the flight attendants, probably because it was embarrassing to tell the reason why. His reasonable height.
The height lacking man was taken aback when a pair of crooked hands pushed his suitcase far deeper in the storage cabin. Those cute hands touched his veiny ones, sliding on top of one another, and it felt so right. The flesh of those crooked objects were as soft as marshmallow.
"There you go sir!" A melodic tune waved through his eardrums. He looked to his side and saw Seokjin. Oh dear. He looked so delectable. The tall male wore a light-blue pastel cardigan, a polo shirt underneath, and pastel-blue pants that fitted dat ass so damn good. The uniform really suited him, especially with a touch of a white silky scarf that was tied around his neck to create a bow.
Yoongi smiled and was about to thank him but the announcements informed the people, that take-off was going to happen soon. Seokjin gestured him to take a seat and walked to the staff room. He did as he was told, but he couldn't really take his eyes off of the flight attendant. It was a blessing that his seat was right upfront the staff room, that connects to the flight controls area...where that "asshole" is.
"Good morning...this is your "lead pilot" speaking, Kim Namjoon." The speakers echoed through the space. Hm? So that "asshole" was just a co-pilot huh? "This flight will take about 4 to 5 hours before landing in Singapore...thank you. Enjoy the flight." The speaker ended his speech. Oh I will enjoy the flight.... Yoongi grins as he spots his crush.
Seokjin was standing at the front of the isle, looking like a model on a runway. He stood there just in case anyone needed assistance. Yoongi doesn't need help with anything on the ride...but he needs Seokjin's attention. Undivided attention. Who would not want to be noticed by such a beauty?
You see, Min Yoongi is a man of commitment. Commitment it is. During his childhood, all he saw was the old wood piano by his high school's music room. All he did was listen to the rhythm, the beats, and every keynote of the instruments. He was committed to music. He never tied himself up with a serious relationship, only entertaining the so what called "puppy-love" relationships. Crushes, admirers, small dates, and cute shit...he's been there, and done that. But love? COMMITMENT? Responsibilities? OBLIGATIONS? Loyalty? MARRIAGE?!??!?!
Well shit.
He has never been there, and he has never done it.
After the school-days of his life, he continued writing, producing, and even practicing his music skills. He uploaded multiple songs online, until his music reached the radios, then the market. Yoongi wrote lyric papers for high-rating music labels, and soon enough, he's already making bundles of cash-bills. Traveling all over the globe, just to attend meetings or launch new projects. So this, was the reason why he doesn't have his dead heart beating properly...until now...
Suddenly, his happiness transformed to bitterness as he saw a guy hugging Seokjin. A male as tall as Seokjin, who owned a rectangular grin, stared at him with alluring almond eyes, and Yoongi was not liking it one bit.
"Jin-hyung! You're getting prettier with every passing day!" The guy said with an amazing low voice. Seokjin blushed and hit him gently as possible. Those harmonic giggles filled Yoongi's ears delightfully. He wished he could make him laugh forever.
"Taehyung, you're too sweet." The gorgeous male mumbles lowly, while pinching "Taehyung's" cheeks lovingly. Yoongi was slightly envy by the physical touch. He frowned with annoyance. His slithering eyes growing narrow with each shake Seokjin gives for pinching the guy.
How unimaginable it is for him to feel jealous so easily, when in fact, he had just met Seokjin. It wasn't usual for him to own such emotions- jealousy...and greed. The greed, to claim what he wants to redeem. To claim Kim Seokjin.
He's adamant about Seokjin being single. He senses it. Yoongi can tell that they were meant to be with each other. After all, he was a very observant person.
A passenger raised an arm as a signal for accommodation, and so the "Taehyung guy" walked away. Thank the heavens. This was the chance, and he needed to take it. Not everything shall be taken for granted. After all, he'll only have four to five hours left before not ever seeing his "crush" again. So taking chances is definitely the best choice. Chances.
Instead of raising his arm for attention, he decided to tug Seokjin's hand, making him lean to his side, he held his crooked hand, caressing it with adoration. The male was surprised by the sudden move, but as soon as he realized it was Yoongi, his tensed shoulders relaxed. They both grinned at one another, and from his view, the cutie was sporting a dark blush on his face. The cutie bent down to meet his eye level, and wow, seeing him up close was priceless. So ethereal, no other beauty can compete with this one.
"Sir? How can I help you?" Seokjin asks with fondness in his attitude. The brunette wiggled his eyebrows questionably at him. Their hands were still attached and unwavering, remaining strong and firm. Yoongi was liking the fact that Seokjin was reciprocating his affectionate approach. Those disfigured fingers were tangled with his'. What quixotic event.
He sucked in a hefty breath, enough to puff his chest outwards, then whispered with a drawl "I just want to talk to you...you seem to catch my attention." Seokjin grinned at that and freed his crooked hands from his grip. Yoongi groans inaudibly...but recovers with clearing his throat. His heart demanded for a sense of touch. Perhaps sooner, not just physical contact would develop...
"What would you like to talk about sir?" Seokjin retracts his arms to keep them behind his back. Causing the white fabric of his shirt to trace his flat stomach, curvy waist, and small nipples. Yoongi gulped visibly, if Seokjin didn't harbor an innocent look right now, then he would've thought it was a shtick of seduction. Although he doubts that Seokjin was a type of a person who only plays around with other individuals. Based on his observations, or more like research, the psychological characteristics of the male proved that he is indeed mature, definitely not a player. The way the gorgeous human smiles, indicated sincerity. Sincerity, that Yoongi was going deeper into. Those doe eyes reciprocating his gaze were ingenuous. Yoongi's heart was claimed and can never be redeemed by anyone else but Kim Seokjin, from this very moment.
Yoongi's body was going through trepidation, his breathing rate accelerated to its maximum. Should he ask his phone number? No, that would be as if he was coolheaded, when in fact it's the opposite. Should he introduce himself? But what if Seokjin already knows him? Nope, that would be very rude to think of himself as a loyalty among the airline. First impressions lasts more than a lifetime could. So he better do well in this predicament.
"Umm...I uhhh...I wanted to apologize for falling for you earlier." He says with speed, like the rapper he is. But when he realized the context of his words, he turned red as a strawberry. FALLING FOR HIM HUH? Wow...that was too straight forward. He meant tripping, THEN FALLING ON HIM. Well that's life. Better deal with crap than never. His technological tongue seems to be having some errors. Love can sure do get your tongue twisted...it depends on the situation though.
Yoongi didn't bother adding more words or to even explain himself. Instead, he pursed his lips and nodded his head, accepting the fact that he screwed this moment up. He expected himself to look "chill", but shit just got down. Yoongi tapped his slender fingers on the smooth beige leather material of his armrest, waiting for an answer.
A giggle resounded through his senses. His breathing stopped and he glanced at the giggling man who sounded like a window being rubbed. Those rounded eyes transformed into squinty ones. Chubby cheeks carved perfect curves on his facial shape. Seokjin looked amazing. Then his heart stopped beating. The world stopped turning. Everyone paused in their positions like realistic mannequins, not noticing that time has halted momentarily. Every noise was muted. Even the time in this universe stopped. What did not stop was the melodic giggles of Seokjin, his body quaking with laughter. The whole world stopped before Yoongi's eyes. Only Seokjin remained moving, like how Earth rotates around its axis, never-ending. Only the two of them moved through the paused time. Only seeing the other in one's eye. Not caring about anything around them, or even beyond them, just between them. Time has stopped, because of love. It feels like it. But later, you'll only realise how much time has gone before your eyes, so quick, yet unnoticeable. The concept of romance made it seem timeless. A love that will last forevermore. A love that is meant for eternity. A love that pumps your heart to its fullest when you look into the eyes of your loved one. A love that cannot be separated, even when death does part them. Heaven, is where it continues. Just like on a plane, up on the clouds, seeing the world under you, and with you is your partner. The partner whom you have never regretted meeting. The flight attendant who captured a passenger's heart. Kim Seokjin.
When the pretty flight attendant stopped laughing, everything went back to normal. The world started turning again. His heart continued to beat again. The surrounding noises grew louder in the silence. Back to the way it was before. Yoongi hoped that, that trice could last a lifetime, but he was more dedicated and patient to witness more events like this. To make more special memories, more than enough, so he could collect them, and keep them.
"It's alright sir, accidents occur frequently, please do not ask for forgiveness." Seokjin bows his head and began to turn to the other direction, heading to his position in the isle. But before he could do so, Yoongi stands up and spins him around by pulling the bend of his elbow. It made the taller male stumble sideways and land on his chest. Those crooked outlines of his hand, now leaning flat against his stomach. Yoongi considers himself as a person who does not get tickled in any way, but he is now...he shudders at the sense of touch. Yoongi's slender hands clamped aggressively around Jin's waist, preventing him from falling from the narrow isle. The pretty guy looks up and meets his gaze, nonetheless they remained in that position for countless seconds. Both shared the same feelings. The feeling of confusion, confusion of why this moment felt so right, so perfect. The feeling of doing something for the first time.
"Ehm...ehm!!!" A familiar voice clears their throat and disrupts them.