Hush Little Baby [VMinKook]

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Leave Me Lonely - Ariana Grande ft Macy Gray

It's been five fucking hours.

Five hours sitting on this chair, staring at nothing but the ocean, hearing people either snore in their sleep or talk hushly amongst themselves.

Taemin really thought he was going to spend his alone time maybe reading a book that he brought with him in his backpack, perhaps listen to music, take a nap - you know, that stuff like the simple person he is.

But with Jeongguk's whole presence beside him makes it fucking impossible to do that.

Thing is, Jeongguk hasn't even done anything.

He hasn't spoken to Taemin.

Nudged him the wrong way.

Or even brushed his shoulder when he would shuffle in his seat.

Instead he did everything Taemin planned to do; brought a book with him and has read half way through it before putting on his headphones and listen to music, relaxing back and taking a nap. When he would wake up again, he would just go on his phone and play games or type something on his computer that he brought with him.

He's calm.

Quiet.

And not annoying.

The problem is his presence.

His presence leaves Taemin on edge, since Taemin knows he's not here out of some pure intention on having fun with him.

It's to follow the plan.

And that acknowledgment causes Taemin's anxiety to spike throughout the whole flight.

Only six and a half more hours, and that's it.

Just six more hours.

"Want some snacks?"

Taemin for some reason jolted upon hearing Jeongguk's voice, feeling his skin burn already by his neck to the suffocation he felt in his body caused by his anxiety.

Yet he glances to Jeongguk to see him eyeing him, glancing to the flight attendant who was waiting for Taemin to say something.

But Taemin was too anxious to eat or drink anything, so he just politely denied and continued to look out the window.

Not noticing the way Jeongguk nods to her, accepting the water bottle and crackers for him to eat later.

The silence between them is still tense, incredibly tense, and no doubt mainly oozing from Taemin than Jeongguk.

He was anything but eased.

"Taemin."

Taemin didn't respond back, but his body grew evidently stiff.

"Can you please look at me?"

He didn't want to.

He really didn't want to.

"Just get it off your chest whatever it is that you're feeling. I can take it."

Taemin's hands clutched to a tight ball, feeling like he was seconds from exploding.

Fuck this.

He sneers his eyes to Jeongguk, seeing him with an emotionless stare right back to him.

"Why are you here?"

"To help you get a spine."

"Bullshit," Taemin bitterly mutters, narrowing his eyes, "You're just here for the plan, keeping tabs on me."