The Dreaming Of Escape !! (Jikook) chapter 9

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Jungkook (photographer)

“Was that better than a chair massage and answering e-mails?”

Jimin (CEO)

“It was still a massage,” (Jimin retorted, and even though the two of them were in a cramped bathroom stall trying to clean up and dress themselves,)

Jimin (CEO)

They both snickered. “Way fucking better than those chairs, though.”

Jungkook (photographer)

“Imagine sitting in a first class lounge massage chair for your prostate,” Jeongguk said

Jimin (CEO)

And Jimin burst out laughing, stumbling as he tried to put his pants back on. “What a fucking sight that would be.”

Jimin (CEO)

“You’re insane,” Jimin declared.

Jungkook (photographer)

“And you just took a risk that I hope paid off,” Jeongguk reminded him. “Thanks for indulging me.”

Jimin (CEO)

“Well worth it.”

Jungkook (photographer)

“Yeah?” Jeongguk sounded pleased as he straightened out his clothing and pulled the hood of his sweatshirt up and onto his messy cherry hair.

Jungkook (photographer)

“Good. After you.”😊

Author :- Jimin swallowed heavily, and then he slipped out of the bathroom stall first and immediately stepped up to the sink to wash his hands. Jeongguk did the same, both of the rinsing off. Jimin washed his mouth, and Jeongguk wordlessly handed him a mint with an amused grin before he left the bathroom first. Jimin rolled his eyes and popped the mint in his mouth, and then he gripped the edges of the sink and glanced up at himself in the mirror.

Jimin (CEO)

“Shit,” he murmured, and then he hastily fixed his hair, trying to make sense of it.

Then he smoothed out his linen shirt, glad that it hadn’t gotten too sweaty or dirty or wrinkled during their bathroom tryst.

He craned his neck, noticing a few red marks that he could at least cover up, or that would fade, given time. He could still feel Jeongguk’s hands on his thighs, feel the grip on his ass, and it made him inhale shakily.

Jimin (CEO)

**He had literally just let a near stranger fuck him in a first class lounge bathroom.**

Jimin turned on the sink water again and made sure it was cold before he splashed it onto his face several times, trying to sense if his hands were shaking or not like they often did when he felt out of control. He blinked the water out of his eyes and held his hands up, palms down.

Jimin (CEO)

Rock steady!!!!

Jimin dried his hands off, blew out a breath through his nose, and headed out of the bathroom to collect his stuff, hoping it was all where he left it. And it was—no one had touched it. Jimin crouched down and pulled out his phone, watching it light up as he stared at the screen, feeling it vibrate in his hand. Goddamn, they never left him alone.

Announcement on Airport 🗣️ “Attention, Transpacific Airlines passengers,” a pleasant voice said overhead in English. “Boarding for flight T613 will commence boarding in thirty minutes. Please make your way to the designated gate with a valid boarding pass. Thank you.” The message then sounded off in Mandarin, and then Korean, and then Japanese.

**Jimin shoved his phone into the pocket of his jeans, grabbed his bag, and straightened up, glancing around the lounge. He didn’t see Jeongguk lingering around, so he just made sure he had his ticket and headed out of the lounge alone.**

**The corridors were busy with passengers headed to their gates, headed to do some shopping, headed to get something to eat.**

**Jimin had to make it to the gate at the end of the hall. He phone vibrated yet again, and as he reached for it, he heard heavy footsteps coming fast behind him, maybe a passenger late for boarding.**

Jungkook (photographer)

“Would you like to hear some fun facts about airplanes and flying?”

Jungkook (photographer)

**It wasn’t a late passenger. Jeongguk fell into step beside him breathlessly,**

**So Jimin glanced to his left and raised one eyebrow. There was Jeongguk with his hood half up, looking back with wide, innocent eyes like he hadn’t just caught up with the man he’d had sex with in a lounge bathroom. Who the hell was this guy? One minute he was holding Jimin up on his cock like it was no big deal, and the next he looked like a baby deer in the headlights, sweet as ever.**

Jimin (CEO)

“I’d rather answer e-mails.” Jimin held up his phone as evidence.

Jungkook (photographer)

“Did you know,” Jeongguk began while gripping his backpack straps, and Jimin snorted with laughter, shaking his head slowly as they continued to walk.

Jungkook (photographer)

“That the average 747 airplane is made up of six million parts? Six million, hyung. That’s six million parts that could fail and end us all.”

Jimin (CEO)

“Oh, heavens, no. Sounds catastrophic.”

Jungkook (photographer)

“Did you know that if someone dies on the plane, they can just keep the body onboard?”

Jimin (CEO)

“That’s fucking morbid.”

Jungkook (photographer)

Did you know that almost forty-three percent of pilots have admitted to falling asleep while flying planes? Forty-three percent! Just fall asleep while flying this metal death machine,” Jeongguk whisper-yelled, and Jimin snickered.

Jimin (CEO)

“At least they get some rest.”

Jungkook (photographer)

“Did you know that the deadliest part of a plane flight is takeoff and landing?” Jeongguk rattled off. “And that landing is the worst? Almost fifty percent of fatal accidents happen at landing.”

Jimin (CEO)

“Is that why you needed to hold my hand?” Jimin asked in a singsong voice, jutting out his lower lip and batting his eyelashes at Jeongguk, who rolled his eyes, fighting a smile.

Jungkook (photographer)

“Well, the safest place is in the back of the plane, so first class is fucked,” Jeongguk reminded Jimin. “I’m just letting you know all of those important facts because,

Jungkook (photographer)

You know, you fly all the time, so it’s good to know that airplane water has a shit-ton of bacteria and the dirtiest part of the plane is your tray table.”

Jimin (CEO)

“Awesome. Good. Thanks,” Jimin said dryly, and

Jimin (CEO)

Jeongguk snickered. “You flying first class to L.A.?”

Jungkook (photographer)

“I have no idea,” Jeongguk admitted. “You ask like I have experience with this kind of thing.”

Jimin (CEO)

“Ah, Jeonggukie. You’ll learn soon enough. Listen, I’m gonna go stop at the shops, maybe get a snack or something before I get on the plane.

Jimin (CEO)

So you go to the gate, and, uh… maybe I’ll see you on the plane,” Jimin said, his heart flipping at the thought of just walking away from Jeongguk but knowing he had to for the sake of his sanity.

Jungkook (photographer)

“Oh. Yeah, that’s fine. Maybe I’ll see you onboard,” Jeongguk said with a small smile. “Um, thanks for—you know, showing me to the lounge. And stuff.”

Jimin (CEO)

“Yeah, ‘and stuff,’” Jimin added with a grin.

Jungkook (photographer)

“Shame all my flights from this point forward won’t be this interesting,” Jeongguk commented, taking a few slow steps backwards.

Jimin (CEO)

“Yeah. Look, if I don’t see you, Jeongguk-ah, I hope you have a good flight,” Jimin said.

Jungkook (photographer)

“Yeah. Thanks, hyung,” Jeongguk said, looking like he had ten thousand other things to say.

Jungkook (photographer)

**He pursed his lips with another little smile, one dimple in his left cheek, and then he pivoted and headed towards the gate, glancing up to find the signs.**

Jimin (CEO)

**Jimin peeled off and headed straight to the shops, trying to take a few deep breaths.**

He had to separate himself from the situation. He was a professional, the nearly-installed CEO of a multi-billion-won company, the face of Park Consolidated. Did he really have time to be fooling around in foreign airports? Was he really ready for that kind of wrench to be thrown into his routine life?

**Jimin picked up a bottle of mineral water and a packet of vitamin C, and then he made his way towards his gate, where he saw passengers already lining up to board. He glanced at the screen and saw that Platinum members were being asked to board—that was him. He butted in front of just about everyone loitering and presented his boarding pass, bowing slightly to the woman who let him through. He hitched his bag over his shoulder further, running his fingers through his hair and letting it fall right back into place.**

Flight attendant 👩🏻‍💼 “Hello, Mr. Park, welcome aboard,” the flight attendant said the moment Jimin stepped onto the plane.

Jimin bowed with a small smile, and then he turned the corner down the aisle and found his seat per usual—4A. Namjoon knew him well, knew to always pick the same seat if he was able to. So more often than not, Jimin was on the aisle in row 4 of first class. Jimin sighed heavily, hugged his bag in his lap, and leaned his head back quietly, letting his eyes fall closed. A nap sounded good, but so did a decent meal. He also wanted to listen to some music, but he supposed he had twelve hours to do whatever he wanted.**

Yet all he really wanted was to think about Jeongguk. Think about Jeongguk’s hands all over him, think about Jeongguk’s scrunched-up smile, think about the way Jeongguk’s voice sounded whispering sweet nothings in his ear.—shit, he knew this guy for all of five or so hours and he couldn’t erase the memories from his head. He was so good at deleting one-night stands from his brain, but his tryst with Jeongguk wasn’t his usual one-night stand, and Jimin was quietly reeling.**

Jimin felt someone scoot past him and drop into the window seat, and all he did was bring his knees in a little, eyes still closed as passengers continued to board.

Jimin (CEO)

**Just stop thinking about it, he told himself like a never-ending mantra, trying to take a few deep breaths. Stop thinking about it. You were in Shanghai. No one saw you. It was a one-time thing. You’ll never see him again. It doesn’t matter. No one will know.**

Jimin opened his eyes slowly, and then he glanced over at his new seat mate.

Jungkook (photographer)

“Looks like we both had the same idea for seating.” Jeongguk pulled the hood of his sweatshirt down with a proud little grin on his face, leaning back in his seat.

Jungkook (photographer)

“So, what would you recommend for dinner?”👀😁😄

Jimin (CEO)

Holy shit.😳 Jimin had just gotten the life fucked out of him in a bathroom by this man, and now he had to sit beside him for twelve hours without any of it being awkward. And he wanted a dinner recommendation?🙂😕

Freaking Twelve hours'!!!!!!!!

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