Pose For Me | K.TH

Bonus: Milan 2

AILA

"Will you be fine, by yourself?"

I nod, rubbing my eyes sleepily as I look at the gate. Taehyung turns me to face him.

I'm still drowsy from having to wake up so early in the morning. It's only six, and the plane would leave in less than ten minutes to the city of Milan.

He smiles softly.

"Menteuse."

I blink at him, straightening my shoulders.

"Did you just call me a liar?"

He nods. He doesn't even try to hide it, and a muffled laugh escapes my lips as I bury myself into his chest. My chin rests on the line of his shoulder.

"I'll be okay."

Behind me, I hear Jungkook call for me to hurry. We still needed to get our luggage in, and time was still ticking down.

I shift to pull away, before finding that I can't.

"...Tae."

He grips me tighter. He stays silent, and I giggle under my breath when he turns his face away. Jungkook calls for me again.

"Taehyung, I need to go."

"Je sais." He whispers. Then he finally lets me go, brushing a kiss against my lips. "Stay safe in Milan, Aila. It's a different city than Seoul— stay close with Jungkook, the entire time."

I nod.

"And call me, when you arrive."

I laugh again.

"I will. Don't worry."

And I hurry towards Jungkook, quickly passing him my things. He rushes me past the line, shaking his head in my direction.

"I was about to drag you over here, Aila."

"Sorry." I say cheekily. Just before I turn the corner for the waiting flight, I look over my shoulder in a last glance.

Taehyung stands there amongst the other people, his figure tall and distinctive with his hands deep in the pockets of his dark coat. His eyes are set on me.

He gives me a faint smile.

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The sixteen-hour flight is a rough one. It had been even worse without Taehyung by my side, but the plane had eventually landed and I was in Italy.

Milan is a gorgeous city.

The moment Jungkook and I get to the hotel close to Signore D'Ara's massive mansion, I rummage through my bags to search for my phone.

Taehyung had told me to call him.

And right now there was nothing else I'd rather do— I'd missed his soft, French-accented voice even more than I'd thought in the plane.

"Let me know if there is anything you need." Jungkook tells me before leaving the room. "I'll be right next door."

I nod gratefully, my phone already clutched between my hands.

He smiles when he sees what I'm holding so tightly onto.

"Then I'll leave you to it, mademoiselle. Have a wonderful chat."

I blush.

The door clicks shut behind him. And I spread out on the silky sheets, Taehyung's contact already pulled up on the screen. I quickly tap call.