The year someone turns 18 they have the opportunity to be injected with a serum that will produce a soulmate mark somewhere on their body. This serum is costly and the procedure to get the injection is not covered by insurance.
A rare illness cropp...
As we are ushered past the crowds I am still ever so slightly tempted to throw my disguise aside. Luckily, it's only a passing consideration. I don't even realize that I have tensed up until we get through airport security and are lounging in the VIP room together.
I don't even know how he senses it but Jungkook gravitates toward me and starts massaging my neck and shoulders. Easing away the tension that I only realized had built up there. I'm exceptionally unaware that I am making sighs and moans of contentment until Namjoon clears his throat. I look up to see several blushing faces. I find myself blushing in response and promptly apologize.
I pull the cards from my carry on, and we play popcorn again. It's already been discussed that even if Jin wins, or gets second he doesn't get to be my seatmate this flight. It wouldn't be fair twice in a row. Plus, unless we are all asleep, we decide to split this flight into two turns. After four and a half hours in the air, someone would take the place beside me after the first winner would relocate.
They let a game of rock, paper, scissors decide for them this time. Jin exempt from the game. I'm pleasantly surprised and pleased that Namjoon wins. I really have been craving more time with the busy leader.
Jungkook comes in second. I glance at my bunny. I haven't vocalized it, but the past couple days he has seemed a bit off. He still puts on a silly face and a brave front, but there is something bothering him. I don't know if I want to use the time we have together on the flight to decipher what that is or not. But, I do hope he opens up to me about it.
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Once we get on the plane Namjoon takes my carry on from me and stows it away in the overhead bin. He lets me have the window seat, although it's not the view I am craving. I turn to watch him. I've been craving for this moment I have with him to be able to have his undivided attention. I'm surprised to find him fidgeting in his seat. He's wringing his hands together over something going on in his mind.
"Is something the matter?" I ask.
"Would you believe that I am surprisingly nervous?" He arches an eyebrow at me.
I smile at him which encourages his dimples to make an appearance. "Would it be weird to say I am nervous pretty much twenty-four seven with all of you?"
The surprise on his face is almost comical. "You hide it well. Hell, you didn't have any qualms with the way you sort of started taking charge that very first day."
"What do you mean?" I'm honestly confused by his statement. How did I take charge?
"You greeted us the following morning via text and asked us over to breakfast, which you promptly made part of our daily routine."
He's sort of right, and I'm not about to gripe about the fact that he wasn't there that first morning. He was tired and had been busy the night before. But, I hadn't even remotely considered that my guys were basically following my lead. "Perhaps, I should have let one of you guys direct me through our relationship." Relationships? I'm not sure if that should be plural or singular, since it's both at the same time.
