The Dreaming Of Escape !! (Jikook) chapter 5

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Jungkook (photographer)

“These are some nature shots,” he said, showing Jimin his phone. Then the plane hit a small little bump, momentary turbulence, and before Jimin could even see the photo, Jeongguk retracted it and flew back into his seat, eyes wide, phone pressed to his chest.

Jimin (CEO)

“It’s just some turbulence.”🙃😅

Jungkook (photographer)

“I’m gonna die,” Jeongguk declared.😖

Jimin (CEO)

“It’s over already.”🙂👀

Jungkook (photographer)

“I just saw my life flash before my eyes.”😣😣

Jimin (CEO)

“You’re so dramatic. Let me see the nature shots,” Jimin requested, suddenly feeling nervous, like he had to fix his hair or check how he looked.

Jeongguk took a deep breath, and then he showed Jimin some of his photos. Surely they were more impressive as prints, but even on an iPhone, they were spectacular.

Flight attendant 👩‍💼 “Pardon me, Mr. Park. What can I get you to eat and drink today?” The flight attendant approached and bowed politely, ready to take an order.

Jimin (CEO)

“Oh. Uh… vodka soda is good. And then maybe the gimbap,” Jimin said, since he knew the offerings by memory. He glanced over at Jeongguk. “Do you want the same?”

Jungkook (photographer)

“Oh. Um, I don't know. I thought usually it was soda and mixed nuts,” Jeongguk said, fiddling with his fingers nervously.

Jimin (CEO)

“You’re in first class, Jeongguk-ah,” Jimin reminded him. “Vodka soda and gimbap, or are you going with Coke and mixed nuts? You can have whatever you want.”

Jungkook (photographer)

“Um, can I get a Coke and the gimbap?” Jeongguk asked like there was a chance he would be denied.

Flight attendant 👩‍💼 The flight attendant nodded, and then she made a note on her tablet and moved to the next row of seats. When she had her back turned, Jeongguk glanced over at Jimin. “Fancy service.”

The drinks and food came, and Jimin stirred his drink with the tiny little straw, listening to Jeongguk crack open his Coke can and gulp down a good third of it in one go. Then they both popped open their gimbap containers at the same time.

Jungkook (photographer)

“So, you said that you fly all the time,” Jeongguk said, smacking his lips a little between bites. “Business?”

Jimin (CEO)

“Yeah,” Jimin said. “I practically live on planes. I go to Japan at least once every two weeks. I fly to the U.S. maybe once a month. Everywhere I need to be isn’t in Korea, but I’m not living anywhere else, you know? Korea’s home.”

Jungkook (photographer)

“i get it. I mean, I’ve never been on a plane until now, so you know I’ve never been anywhere but Korea. I heard Japan is nice to photograph,” Jeongguk said with a bit of longing in his voice. “But you’re not that old, are you? Your business must be pretty popular if you’re traveling the way you do.”

Jimin (CEO)

“I’m twenty-five. Business is, uh… booming, I guess,” Jimin said with little enthusiasm. “It’s a lifestyle choice, I guess. I have an apartment that looks like a hotel room because it’s clean as hell and I’m barely there. I don’t have a car.”

Jungkook (photographer)

“A minimalist,” Jeongguk offered with a little smile.😊😆😅

Jimin (CEO)

“Sure, we’ll call it that.”😄😇

Jungkook (photographer)

“And then there’s me with the studio apartment where I have clothes fucking everywhere and I game in my free time and you can’t even see the walls because of all the photos I have hanging up,” Jeongguk said vaguely, picking up another piece of gimbap. “And Taehyung-ssi practically lives in my bed. Different lifestyles, I guess.”

Jimin (CEO)

“I don’t know.” Jimin took a small sip of his drink. “I’ve never really had that kind of life. It’s been business since I was young.”

Jungkook (photographer)

“So you’re looking for a walk on the wild side,” Jeongguk said with a very obvious and very terrible wink,😉😏 and Jimin snickered.

Jimin (CEO)

“Sure, Jeongguk-ah, that’s exactly what i’m looking for on a plane over fucking Shanghai.”

Jungkook (photographer)

“So what does that mean for your relationships? Friendships? Family?” Jeongguk asked, sipping on his Coke. “If you’re traveling all the time and working the rest of the time, then when do you have time for everything else?”

Jimin (CEO)

“I don’t.” Jimin picked up his drink, crossed his legs at the knee, and shifted a little to face Jeongguk. “I have one-night stands with random men and a few good friends that I keep close who don’t mind me not being around. I don’t talk much about my family.”

Jungkook (photographer)

“Sounds kind of lonely,” Jeongguk commented carefully, glancing over at Jimin.

He had these round eyes and the type of expression that suggested innocence, even though Jimin had a feeling he wasn’t. But his words made Jimin feel something. “Lonely” was something Jimin knew all too well. He was constantly surrounded by people, but he often felt alone. He had his close friends, but it was difficult to escape the feeling of loneliness. He often wondered what it would be like to finish a day at work and open his apartment door to something other than stark, cold silence. He wanted to walk in and see the man he loved lying on the couch in sweatpants, dinner cooking on the stove. He wanted to lie on the couch and watch a movie with someone instead of hugging a pillow. Instead, he had to hug his laptop and answer e-mails at two in the morning from middle-aged men who were cheating on their wives.

Jimin (CEO)

“It’s not that bad,” Jimin lied. “I see enough action in my lifetime that I don’t really worry about it.”

Jungkook (photographer)

“Oh yeah?” Jeongguk chuckled. “With the way you fly, I should be asking to see your Mile High Club card.”

Jimin (CEO)

“Please,” Jimin muttered, leaving Jeongguk to laugh and clean up his small mess as the flight attendant came by to collect trash.

As Jimin settled back in, the announcement sounded overhead to indicate that they were beginning their descent into Shanghai, and that everyone needed to stow away their laptops and large electronic devices.🗣️📵

Jungkook (photographer)

“You know what? This wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be,” Jeongguk declared, making sure his bag was tucked away safely. “I mean, I was expecting a rough flight. Total chaos. Pandemonium. This wasn’t horrible.”

Jimin (CEO)

“This was only the first two hours,” Jimin reminded him. “You still have twelve more hours to Los Angeles. Don’t get too excited.” 😉😄

Jungkook (photographer)

“Yeah, but at least I can sleep,” Jeongguk said eagerly. “And these seats recline, Jimin-ssi. I can actually get a decent nap.”😌😴

Jimin (CEO)

“You’re a child,” Jimin teased, and Jeongguk shrugged 😆

Jungkook (photographer)

“At least I kept you entertained,” he fired back, and then the plane dipped a little. “Woah, okay. Okay, so it’s kind of like a rollercoaster where it—woah. Shit, this is scary. Is the landing gonna be rough? Level with me. I can take it.”

Jimin (CEO)

“It shouldn’t be. But, you know, it’s a multi-ton plane with hundreds of people onboard touching down at top speed on some old-ass, used up blacktop, so you never know,” Jimin said calmly, and Jeongguk narrowed his eyes suspiciously.😕🙁

Jungkook (photographer)

“You’re lucky you’re cute, or I’d be pissed,” he said, and then he turned and slowly lifted the window shade to take a look as the world flew by.

Jimin’s stomach swooped, and it wasn’t because of the plane descending. The last time he had been called cute was in high school. Any of the men he crawled into bed with to let them fuck him always called him other things—“gorgeous,” “hot as fuck,” even the more peculiar names like “vixen.” Jimin typically tuned it all out in the interest of getting off. But being called cute? At twenty-five? Sitting on an airplane? When he was the face of Park Consolidated? By a handsome photographer?

Jimin (CEO)

“Don’t call me cute,” Jimin said, and he saw Jeongguk turn to retaliate with some snide remark, but then Jimin added, “Unless you’re gonna do something about it. Then you can call me cute all you want.”

Jungkook (photographer)

“Don't tempt me,” Jeongguk said smoothly, and then he stifled a laugh to himself and looked back out the window. “I’m about to spend twelve hours on another plane and you want to flirt now? I thought you only had one vodka soda.”

Jimin (CEO)

“I did, but you said nothing about being interested in men until the eleventh hour. I would’ve started way sooner had I known,” Jimin teased back.

Jungkook (photographer)

“Missed opportunity,” Jeongguk said. “Because you really are cute. I’d do something about it if I wasn’t on a metal death trap hovering in mid-air—will it stop doing that?”

Jimin (CEO)

“It’s called a descent,” Jimin reminded Jeongguk with a small smile as the plane dipped again, trying to ignore the small little flame of arousal in the pit of his stomach. “We’re landing in a minute. Does baby need to hold my hand?”😆🖐🏻

Jungkook (photographer)

“Asshole,” Jeongguk murmured,

But then the plane descended rapidly, so he jutted out his right hand sharply, palm up. Amused, Jimin took it and laced their fingers together, and then he flipped Jeongguk’s hand to look at the tattoos. On each knuckle was a letter: BOKEH. There was a cherry blossom below his thumb, a letter J above the K on the middle finger, and a smiley face on the top of the middle finger.

Jimin (CEO)

“What’s this word?”

Jungkook (photographer)

“Photography word,” Jeongguk said, his eyes closed as the plane continued to descend. He knew exactly what Jimin was talking about, though, because Jimin was using his pointer finger on his other hand to touch each letter individually. “Bokeh. It’s that effect where you take a picture out of focus and the lights create those orbs. Google it.”

Jimin (CEO)

“I’ll take your word for it. Ah, look, we’re landing.”

The plane hovered over the runway, and then it touched down heavily per usual. The moment the wheels hit the ground, Jeongguk nearly squeezed Jimin’s hand off, cursing under his breath. The entire plane rattled back and forth, the noise increasing, and Jimin swore Jeongguk was going to draw blood the way he was biting his lower lip. As he chanted something under his breath to himself, Jimin stared.

Jimin had flown countless times, but this was the first time he had been reckless enough to do something as uncharacteristic as hold some stranger guy’s hand during landing. Jeongguk had managed to crawl under his skin in a matter of two hours, something JImin had never experienced before—or perhaps something he had closed himself off to for fifteen years or more. He was so used to disguising himself in dark clubs, following random men home so that nobody ever came near his luxury apartment and found out who he was. So used to touching when only necessary. So used to getting naked only when he was drunk enough not to care how random men saw him, only when he was numb enough to not be hurt by judgmental mindsets.

Jeongguk had never asked for intimate details about Jimin’s job. He didn’t seem to care about businessman-slash-part time CEO Jimin, only seemed to care that Jimin was willing to hold his hand through his traumatic flying ordeal and that perhaps he seemed lonely. Men typically asked a thousand questions of Jimin and only received two or three answers. They wanted to know what it was like to be the heir to a multi-billion won throne once they found out.

Jungkook (photographer)

“Do all planes land like that?” Jeongguk asked as they began to slowly taxi to the gate. Jeongguk, however, just has questions about planes, not about my eleven-figure fortune, Jimin thought to himself.

Jimin (CEO)

“Every single time,” Jimin replied, and then he wiggled his fingers a little, indicating to Jeongguk that he could let go. Jeongguk was too busy staring out the window, so he still had a grip on Jimin’s hand. “So, how was your first flight ever?”

Jungkook (photographer)

“It would have been pretty shitty without you.” Jeongguk rolled his head to look straight at Jimin, leaning an elbow against the center armrests, their fingers still intertwined. “I’m usually pretty brave. Kind of an adrenaline junkie. But getting on a plane? Fucking terrifying. So thank you, Jimin-ssi. For making my first plane flight memorable.”

Jimin (CEO)

“I didn’t do much,” Jimin said as Jeongguk finally let go of his hand. Jimin immediately hid his face as he busied himself with his bag unnecessarily, knowing his ears were red.

Jungkook (photographer)

“You did enough. Whatever it was, it helped. I won’t be as nervous for the next flight now. Thank you,” Jeongguk said again as a soft ding sounded overhead, and seatbelts began to unbuckle all around like a disjointed symphony. Jimin unbuckled his own, and then he stood up and stretched, and Jeongguk did the same.

Jimin (CEO)

Fuck. I forgot that I have kinks, Jimin thought to himself, noticing that Jeongguk was taller than him, broader than him, and just.. shit, he was something else entirely. Jimin didn’t inherit much in the height department from his parents, so he made up for it with confidence. Jeongguk seemed to thrive in both areas. He was a photographer, he was impressed by a plane staying airborne, he willingly chose to hold Jimin’s hand during landing, he had tattoos about photography, and he was built like that. Jimin had just spent two hours or so searching for some kind of flaw that Jeongguk didn’t seem to have.

Jimin didn't meet people like Jeongguk in clubs and bars.

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