You stood up and stretched. Plane rides were exhausting, even if they were in your boyfriend's band's personal jet. Not that you were opposed to travelling in such luxury, because this was only your second flight with Hosoek in the jet. Usually when you two escaped from the hustle of Seoul, you'd take commercial flights, but this time Namjoon had come up with the fabulous idea of all the boys and their girlfriends heading over to Malibu for a week of rest and relaxation.
You remembered how you had jumped for joy, ecstatic that you'd be around all your favorite people for so long. Smiling, you leaned over Hobi's form, who had his eyes shut, bobbing his head to some music, and pulled back the blinds from the window, seeing the sun still in the sky, almost ready to settle down for the night. The flight had only just begun which meant you'd be travelling into the night. Another thing you loved.
"Y/n, you want some?" Yoongi extended a bag of crisps in your direction, which you politely refused, opting to have a mini tour around the plane instead.
Towards the back of the jet, there was a little bedroom, with a queen sized bed and an attached bathroom, that wasn't used usually because the boys much preferred napping in their seats while travelling. Entering the room, you headed to the mirror propped on the wall in front of the bed, fixing your hair.
You couldn't help but let your mind wander to that steamy movie, 365 days, that you'd watched one night. You wondered how it'd feel if Hobi were to have sex with you right here, in this tiny room, with his bandmates and their partners all so close. You'd have to be quiet.
An image of Hobi's long, slender hands, clasping your mouth shut as he pushed you against the wall and pounded into you, sent delightful shivers down your spine to your core. A needy sigh escaped your lips, and you wondered how to convince your lovely boyfriend to join the mile-high club.
Gulping, you flicked out your phone, sending a simple text.
Hope
Psst.
Yea love?
Could you come in here?
You ok?
Well...
You smiled mischievously. Confirming your suspicion, after the slight second delay that it took your text to reach his phone, you heard hurried scurrying, and then footsteps approaching, as the little door slid back to reveal his form blocking the light from outside.
"Y/n, what happened? Are you ok? Why is it so dark in here?" he said, in a voice that was actually quite silent by Hobi's standards. You giggled internally. Everything about him, even his sight turned you on at this moment. His worry and genuine concern at your silence only fueled the heat in your core.
You took a step towards him, arm outstretched. More than willing to hold you, Hobi collected your small frame in his arms, placing his hands on your hips and looking down at you questioningly.
"I wanted to be with you." You said simply.
An incredulous giggle came from the chest you had your head against. "You were literally with me outside y/n-ie" he ruffled your hair fondly.
You shook your head, "Not like that."
With Hobi, you had to be all cute and shy when saying what you wanted. It was his Achilles heel. He melted instantly when you asked him for something with puppy eyes, and that was the tactic you chose to deploy. You looked up, resting your chin against his breastbone, "I wanna do something, but I'm not sure if you'd agree." You pouted your lower lip.
