•fallen forevers•

•return•

°chapter 1°

Third person pov

Swirling the stirer in the matcha latte mindlessly, which rests on the tray table, the raven haired boy looks to his right, outside the window. He sees endless possibilities in the vast expanse of sky that surrounds him right now, fluffy clouds wafting past the him, looking like stray cotton balls strewn carelessly across the sky.

He let's out a sigh of contentment when he collects his thoughts, and looks to his left where a man rests against his shoulder, sleeping peacefully, soft snores leaving his mouth. He smiles and thinks about how different the past few days had been. He smiles to himself at the mere thought of the pretty polaroids that marked each of their best moments.
 

Soon the  attendants announce that they're about to land. Jungkook proceeds to wake up the said male, though something in him never wanted to, he wanted to stare at the peaceful face for an eternity, so different from when he was awake and busy, no creases in between the brows, not as intimidating. Oh lord, he's so in love. Looking at the blonde boy, Jungkook feels happiness spreading through his chest. Soon enough another announcement informs them they're about ten minutes away from their destination. Jungkook carefully strokes the man's head, his slender fingers running through the roots that had long faded out.

"Joonie, baby it's time to wake up, we're almost there." , Jungkook says in a voice laced with honey, so soft, almost as if he's scared to disrupt the zen of the sleeping male.

"Mmm" the male stirs in his sleep, an arm still wrapped around his beloved. He struggles to open his eyes, beams of light hurting his eyes. He feels like curling up into the seat and going back to sleep, but he absolutely can't ignore  Jungkook's comforting voice asking him to sit up, he's never been able to say no to the kid.

Almost unwillingly, he sits up groggily, and tries to stretch in the uncomfortable situation he is in, cramped spaces of the flight preventing him to loosen up his taught muscles. He rolls his head and turns to look at the air hostess standing in the isle assisting an old soul, he diverts his gaze to jungkook and returns the smile that the younger offers him, a sense of warmth bubbles in his hearts seeing the boy's eyes sparkle.

Almost as if on cue, the overhead announcement system roars with the pilots voice, "kindly keep your seatbelts on, and sit up, we're about to land shortly. Thank you." the announcement rolls in about two more languages. Namjoon almost growls at how loud the noise is, tiredness still evident in his beautiful features. The passengers acting are  accordingly and  the two boys are scrambling to find the grey belts and trying to latch them as soon as possible. Namjoon manages to fix it up just fine, and steals a glance to his right where his boyfriend is still struggling to put on the seatbelt, much like the time they boarded.

He mumbles a small, "silly baby" until he's reaching out for the belt across the younger's lap and manages to secure it around the boys waist in a swift motion. The raven haired boy let's out a shy "thank you" feeling a sense of shame overtaking him for not being able to do such a menial task, which is soon washed away when the blonde let's out a chuckle and ruffles the boy's soft hair , who now has red spreading across his cheeks. He leans in and kisses the boy on the cheek. "No problem, sweetheart", the older responds, resting his hand on the other's thigh.  Jungkook feels a sense of glee at the contact, he smiles to himself and loses himself in his thoughts and the older sips his tea which was now cold, much to his discontentment.

Jungkook thinks back to how they spent the past few days in utter joy, taking walks in the streets Tokyo, enjoying the bustling nightlife , eating till they couldn't anymore, and resigning in each other's arms at the end of the day whilst stealing kisses. It was Namjoon's way of compensating the time they lost for work, specifically the blondes new alliance with another brand. Though they'd been disturbed by the calls of Namjoon's manager or his parents, whom Jungkook liked to call his own, they spent an incredible time, living the best moments in the expensive suite because according to the busy man "his baby deserved the best".   He almost giggles aloud at how cheesy it sounded , a blush tinting his face.