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...
My body calms as I relax for several minutes. I recline my seat, close my eyes and drift asleep. I wake to the sound of a soft voice.
"Mr. Jeon, I have your meal and a fresh drink for you."
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I quickly lookup and see Yeona holding a silver tray covered with a silver cover and utensils bounded in a crisp white linen napkin.
"I'd be happy to set this up for you, sir."
I can't find my words in this moment and after for what seems like an extended period I simply nod. As she eases the tray onto the table, I see her. I really see her for the first time. She's beautiful and delicate, like mother was. Instantaneously, I feel heat on the back of neck and ears. I am terribly ashamed of my behavior. She shows a tentative smile that I know is false as she turns to leave. I clear my throat and speak.
"Yeona, I-I want to apologize for my inappropriate behavior earlier. I was rude and demeaning in the way I spoke to you. I'm very sorry and will not treat you that way again." I am unable to maintain my eye contact as shame envelops me.
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She appears surprised by what I said and stands frozen for a few seconds.
"Mr. Jeon, thank you." Her genuine smile reaches her eyes.
"Uh, how is Mr. Min. doing? Is he okay and is there anything I can do?" I ask with sincere interest.
"Mr. Jeon, Doctor Kim, I mean Taehyung is watching over him closely." I lean forward wanting to know more.
"That's good. Thank you Yeona. Is there a reason you don't call him Doctor Kim? He's a doctor, right?" I lean forward eagerly wanting her to continue.
"Yes, he most certainly is Mr. Jeon," she says with a soft giggle. "Tae doesn't like a lot of fuss. He says people get weird and treat him differently when they know he's a doctor. He likes being who he is. Free."
"Free?" I whisper. I look down at my hands for a moment and understand. He's free in his choice of hair color, dress, manner and likely the way he chooses to live his life. And these were all the things I judged about him. This thought sours my stomach. God, I admire him.
