Salvatore | Jikook ✔️

#22: The Eagle

"Like an eagle, be strong, be free."

~

Jungkook:

It was raining heavily when the private jet landed in the VIP terminal on Haneda Airport, Tokyo.

The air was hazy with the rain falling in a heavy curtain that made it hard for one to see more than a few feet in front of oneself.

On the flight here Jeo had been jumping about excitedly while I had been anxious and Jimin's face had been blank as he sat in his seat reviewing emails and documents for the whole duration of 2 hours.

The sleeves of his sky-blue dress shirt were rolled up to his elbows and hair carelessly pushed back. They were many moments where my eyes would be drawn to Jimin’s bare forearms or the flexing biceps as Jimin scribbled with a pen.

But the moment I would realize what I was doing I would turn away.

The only break in the continuous working was when Jimin would lift his head to tell Jeo to stop running about.

At one point I just couldn't bear it anymore and got up to help Jimin with the documents.

Which caused Jeo to be bored and sulk in his seat and then eventually fall asleep.

Hence by the time we landed, with my help, the work was almost done. However, my conscience had face enough to feel guilty about neglecting all this work and causing all the pressure to fall on my poor husbands shoulders.

Yet a part of me couldn't help but be angry.

I was furious at Jimin's stubborn nature and the habit of not asking people for help regardless of how much he needed it.

I hated the fact that Jimin was suffering silently and did not speak up to his father for his right to live a free life. Maybe a part of the anger was directed at me too because I was unable to protect the person I cared for.

However, at the same time, I could not dare to say anything because, in the end, I had been unable to speak up to my father when he forced this marriage upon me.

It didn't matter that now a greater part of me had already accepted this and was even thankful for this little bond I had with Jimin and Jeo.

I sighed coming back to my senses as we rushed out of the flight and ran undercover of umbrellas towards the airport building. Jeo was still asleep clinging to Jimin.

Maybe he wasn't asleep maybe he just wanted an excuse to hold on to his father a little longer.

The thought caused an unexplainable pang in my chest.

Once we finished with the check-out procedure, we got outside to find the manager from the Tokyo headquarters and a car from the company waiting for us.

Jimin was still carrying a sleepy Jeo when we exited the airport. Jimin's blue dress shirt was soaked in raindrops and there were wrinkles from holding Jeo.

One of the bodyguards was covering the duo with a black umbrella and for some reason, a part of me wanted to reach out and take the umbrella to hold it instead. To properly cover them both.

This sense was strong yet strange.

However, before I could think much on it we had crossed the parking lot under the heavy pitter-patter of rain to the warmth of the heated black BMW.

I started getting sleepy too and couldn't help but close my eyes to lean back against the seat.

I only opened my eyes when the car stopped.