Jungkook is a ruthless and wealthy businessman who's only concern is getting the deal done and making money. He takes a flight 1225 from South Korea to LA for a Christmas day meeting. A meeting that will take his company to the next level if it is...
I slowly retract my hand as my insides quickly go to mush. Who's this woman and why would she make such a statement about me? There is good in me? She doesn't know me. While I'm sincerely concerned for her husband, I can't deny my past. I gather my thoughts, swallow hard pushing down feelings that I'm sure will overwhelm me if I stand here one second longer. Fuck, what is happening to me. This is not me; I tell myself as I make a quick retreat back to the front compartment.
My head's fogged as I move between compartments. I can't feel my body, yet I know I'm moving. What just happened? He was beyond the edge of life. There was no breath in him, no heartbeat, and no flow of blood. Death had him in its mighty grip. In those brief minutes with him I experienced something unbelievable. It was just a faction of time, yet so much happened. There was a darkness, and a cold emptiness. Was it death itself? And suddenly a powerful light that was wonderfully warm and beautiful. Fuck, what the hell am I thinking? Light and darkness? This is insanity! It wasn't real. Quiet! I tell my head dropping into my seat.
"Fuck," I mumble combing my fingers through my hair as a cold chill pass through me. My hands start shaking uncontrollably and my thoughts run amuck. I must get a grip on myself. Mr. Min, Alaska, and most of all Kim Taehyung. "Shit! He's a doctor!" I chant as I close my eyes tightly and shake my head while gripping the armrest.
My body starts to tremble as a surge of heat rushes over me. My chest feels heavy and I find it difficult to breathe. I open several buttons of my shirt and reach up to increase the flow of cool air. I begin pulling in and releasing slow deep breaths. Suddenly, I have a sensation to vomit, and leap from my seat and run into the bathroom. Fortunately, this luxury jet's bathroom is quite spacious.
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I lock the door, fall to my knees and puke. I heave until there is no more. I feel lightheaded and weak but manage to stand. I splash cold water on my face and pull in deep breaths until my body starts to settle a bit.
I step back pressing my back into the wall and cover my face with both hands. Slowly I slide down the wall to the floor and curl my knees into my chest. I am having a panic attack.
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