- Namjoon's POV -
A bad habit I've picked up in my fast paced life is appreciating things that are far away from me. Honolulu? This view of the beach in the middle of the afternoon. The people, the music, the ocean, and the breeze. The scene is breathtaking itself.
One day, I'll take Soyeon back here. Let her enjoy herself on the water instead of her crash landing here after nearly drowning in the Pacific. Give her a week or two for her to be around the people, listen to the music, swim in the ocean, and dance in the breeze. And be herself, which is a sight much more breathtaking than the scene behind her.
Suddenly, when I was looking out the window as the plane was about to begin take off, Soyeon's hand grazed mine. I turned mine over and waited the next few minutes for her to bind our hands together.
Me: Do you not like flying?
Soyeon: I've never been on a plane.
Me: Oh really?
Soyeon: Yeah.
Me: Nervous?
Soyeon: Kind of nervous. Kind of excited.
Me: Do you want the window seat?
Soyeon: No. That's fine.
The plane began to rise from the runway and in turn, Soyeon's grip on my hand tightened. I made circles on the back of her palm with my thumb, slowly, gently, keeping within her comfort range. She wasn't scared of the flight at all. The opposite. She was excited, leaning over me to look out of the window as the plane took off.
When we reached the roaming altitude, I pulled the armrest up when Soyeon was ready to get closer. She climbed into my seat and rested her head below my shoulder. She was pushing herself so much that when she got that close to me, she started shaking and breathing at an almost hyperventilation pace.
Me: *whispering* Take your time.
Soyeon: *breathing* I'm...I'm sorry.
Me: *whispering* Don't be sorry. It's ok.
Soyeon: *breathing* Ok.
Me: *whispering* You're safe. I'm not going to hurt you.
Her breathing slowed and she found herself at a rest. She couldn't tell, but I was staring. It's been a while since I looked at someone or something and felt what I'm feeling. It's overwhelming. For once, it's something I can't process.
I just know that there is nothing I wouldn't do to protect her. Keep her safe and without pain, physical or mental. Just healthy and happy. That's what I want. Healthy and happy and, if she chooses, with me.
She broke my cover and removed my sunglasses. Her pout turned into a smile, a smile that I adored. I slipped off her sunglasses too, staring into her soft almond eyes, and grazed her lips with my thumb.
Me: I promise next time you're on a plane, it'll be a real vacation.
Soyeon: *smiling* Where would we go?
Me: Anywhere you want. You command and I'll obey.
Soyeon: Heh. Since when have you ever taken commands from someone?
Me: I don't. But I'll make an exception for you.
Soyeon: Why? What makes me so special?
Me: I like you. That's what makes you special.
Soyeon: *quietly* I like you too.
She slowly brought a shaky hand up to my face. When her palm met my face, she stopped trembling. She got a fluke of confidence and sat up enough to kiss me with her unrealistically soft lips.
- Soyeon's POV -
Prior to this flight, I didn't think sitting down for nineteen hours could be so draining. And when the plane landed in Sodol, Namjoon was back on his no nonsense agenda. In the airport, we flipped our sunglasses back on and I walked beside him, keeping up with his fast pace.
Me: Plan?
Namjoon: Simple. We're going to crash that meeting.
Me: The meeting that started ten minutes ago?
Namjoon: Mhm. I think people are getting a little too comfortable without my physical presence.
Me: *smiling* And what are we going to do about that?
Namjoon: *smirking* You'll see, princess.
He messaged James and it was scary how quickly his black SUV pulled around the entrance of the airport. Namjoon paused his haste, and opened the car door for me with a smile, and by the way his cheek moved, I'm assuming a wink.
James pushed the speed limit on his way to Elite. The car screeched as we pulled up and Namjoon said nothing. He just jumped out, letting me go before him. He made sure his presence was known by banging on the front entrance doors when he opened them. We dropped our hoods as we walked down that big red staircase with everyone's eyes on us.
There was a group in a circle. Jin, Hoseok, Taehyung, and Joohyun. The older man in the middle, I didn't recognize, so that has to be Kim Sung-Woo, the man who fathered the most intimidating set of twins to exist, Jin and Joohyun.
Namjoon: Sorry. We forgot to RSVP.
Jungkook: Boss?
Jin: How did you get here so fast?
Namjoon: No. Don't change the subject. I want to know what the fuck this is in front of me.
Joohyun: Hey. Boss. Calm down.
Namjoon: *laughing* Calm down?
Sung-Woo: H-
Namjoon: *raising voice* Who's club is this? Who's organization is this? Huh?
Jin: Boss-
Namjoon: You, I left you in charge. What the fuck is this shit?
Sung-Woo: You left a boy in charge of a man's job.
Jin: Wow. Thanks.
Sung-Woo: Face it. You couldn't handle keeping shit together, so I took over. You should be grateful.
Namjoon: Grateful. Now that is fucking funny. I told you to close down shop before I left and you went against my word after appointing yourself leader and getting one of my men hit.
Sung-Woo: Without me, we wouldn't have been making money.
Namjoon: Making money? We lost more than we earned. All because the ALL KNOWING Kim family wants to jump the gun.
Sung-Woo: *chuckling* I see we have some differences to discuss.
Namjoon: *scoffing* Yeah. Some.
Sung-Woo: Dinner. My place tomorrow. And you can bring your new friend too.
The next movements were sudden. Friendly or not, Sung-Woo had reached out to touch my shoulder. Namjoon had grabbed Sung-Woo's wrist, connecting with him in a way that sounded painful. Almost like a slap. It echoed in the empty club and made everyone in the room flinch.
Namjoon: Don't. Fucking. Put your hands on her again.
Sung-Woo: Unhand me.
Namjoon: *letting go* Get the fuck out of my club.
Joohyun gestured to her father to leave, reminding him of the clinic that they have been away from too long. Jin nodded at them as they left, leaving me, Namjoon, Hoseok, and Taehyung in the middle of the night club.
Jin: Well, y'all look...well.
Namjoon: Where the fuck is Yoongi and Jimin?
Hoseok: Um...
Namjoon: Is that a hard one?
Taehyung: It's complicated.
Namjoon: Then simplify it.
Jin: Yoongi...Yoongi killed Jimin.
Namjoon: *sighing* He better have a good fucking excuse-
Jin: All we know is that he even kidnapped his girl.
Me: Jooeun? Is she okay?
All their eyes turned me and I turned to Namjoon. He hides it well, but I have a gut feeling that this information about Yoongi and Jimin was hurting him. I mean...from what I understand, these are the people Namjoon has been friends with for years.
Me: Is she?
Namjoon: Did y'all forget how to speak too?
Jin: Sorry. We just...don't know how involved she is.
Me: Just answer.
Hoseok: From what we know she's fine.
Namjoon: Where is Yoongi?
Hoseok: He didn't show up. Jungkook is recovering in his apartment.
Me: I want to go see her.
Namjoon: Okay. Come on, we're moving this meeting over there.