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||Mile High (M)||

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Warnings

•Topkook
•Bottomtae
•Smut
•Pilot kook
•Blow job
•Fluff
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Summary :

Taehyung decides that the best way to join the mile high club is to do it with the gorgeous pilot who's flying the plane he's on.
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Imagine this -

Imagine going through a breakup, having your project handed over to someone else and hearing some awful rumors about yourself on the same day.

Taehyung doesn't have to imagine, because all of this just happened today. The supermodel is currently perched upon a moderately comfortable seat in a first class lounge at Incheon airport. He booked the first flight available, grabbed his passport and packed a bag, and just stormed out of his apartment.

He needs to get away, even if it's for a while.

He's sipping on some apple juice, red puffy eyes hiding behind his darkest pair of shades and a mask covering most of his face, swollen from crying. The food sits unattended in front of him, devoid of his attention, just like he felt he was during his entire relationship.

Relationship - the word feels funny and elicits a dry, sarcastic chuckle out of him. The passenger sitting a few metres away looks at him at the sound of it, eyeing him like he's crazy for holding a glass and laughing with... nobody but himself, apparently.

He doesn't bother to look back, even though from the corner of his eyes, he can make out the judgement. Instead, he rolls his eyes and throws his head back against the chair. The apple juice tastes a little more bland with every sip, and he keeps trying to remember where the flight he boarded is going.

He doesn't want to unzip his bag and pull his tickets out - he doesn't even want to move. He doesn't have to wonder for long, though. Moments later, there are two new people in the room, their presence heavy.

They're talking about the flight destination being Los Angeles, and Taehyung realizes that it's going to be a long ass flight. He lets out an irritated huff, the flight time and the mere aura of more humans annoying him. He really just wants to be alone right now, even on board.

But then, the two men come into view, and Taehyung turns to look. He can see the backs of two tall, muscular men, and from the uniform they're donning, he can tell they're pilots.

They're just hanging out in the lounge, apparently. Maybe they want to grab a bite.

Whatever.

Taehyung sighs and goes back to sipping, lips closing around the straw when one of them turns sideways, making his face visible.

Taehyung could swear he's never seen anyone with a sharper jawline framing the softest, prettiest features ever, before. The pilot looks young, about his own age, and stunning. Way too handsome. The hair is styled such that it leaves his forehead on display, and Taehyung is sure he feels some parts of his body react.

At least one - he's sure of that.

The straw hangs loose now, Taehyung's mouth opening a little before he realises and licks them close. On a subconscious instinct, his free hand reaches out to pull his mask down - he knows that his face is one of his biggest USPs, and to fix his hair a bit before the pilot so much as looks at him.