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The plane

    Jimins hands were sweating he was nervous, five years had passed since he got away from his abusive father, now he was dead and surprisingly he had inherited everything. So here he was getting on a plane leaving the friends he'd made behind and hoping to find some old and new friends there..
He smiled at the air hostess who seemed dazzled by him, he was escorted to first class, he had enough money so he thought why not.
  Getting to his seat he sat down wondering who would be on the other side of him. Taking his jacket off he got himself comfortable then sat with his eyes closed and hands twisting together. He heard a rustle in the seat adjacent to him and partly opened his eyes catching a glimpse of a suited male setting up a laptop on his table and concentrating on the screen barely bothered with his surroundings.
  Jungkook sat in his seat he had wanted to book the one next to him as well so he wouldn't be interrupted during the flight but it had already been taken, as he walked towards his seat he saw a young male sitting next to him, he was absolutely stunning and Jungkook thought maybe he wouldn't mind being interrupted by him and wondered what his eyes would look like opened as they were closed now and he seemed to be twisting his hands nervously.
Sitting down he arranged his laptop catching up with a few last minute things before take off, where he would have to switch it off for a while.
Jimin felt himself getting uncomfortable, his hands sweating more and nerves doing somersaults, he must have let out a sound because the man next to home spoke.
"It's safer than being in a car you know"
"It doesn't mean I have to like it though"
"True, but no use panicking either,"
The checks were done the plane started moving and Jimin thought he was having a full blown panic attack. His breath came out erratically and his hands gripped the seat, suddenly a large hand gripped his and a voice near his ear said,". Blow into this it will help your breathing,"
Startled Jimin took the bag blowing into it and felt himself calm down.
"T-thanks for being there, I'm sorry to intrude,"
"Have you always hated planes?"
"I haven't been on many I just get nervous about things."
"I see, er could I have my hand back I need it to type?"
"Oh gosh sorry here," Jimin  hadn't realised he was still holding it he felt like an idiot, he let go.
"I'm Jimin by the way ,"
"Jungkook ," said  the other before turning to his laptop, Jimin felt dismissed so sat quietly.
A few hours passed and Jimin felt he needed to stretch hating sitting down for so long, he stood up cricking his neck then easily bent over touching his toes before stepping from his seat to walk up and down a little.
Jungkook gulped at the view he'd just had, faced with such a perfect view of that arse he felt a twitch in his trousers. Not only that but seeing how flexible the other was made him wonder what he'd be like in bed. Trying to still his thoughts he saw the flirty smile the hostess gave Jimin and for some reason felt annoyed by it.
Jimin came walking back to his seat smiling his gaze caught the other males who seemed to be frowning.
"Is everything ok? " he asked innocently .
"Fine...! Damn!!"
Jimin sat down watching as the male furiously scrolled through his laptop.
"You need help?"Jimin asked
"I hit something and now all my notes have gone so no there's nothing you can do!!"
"Can I take a look?"
"Why are you a magician or something ?" Jungkook said sarcastically.
"No I'm an IT consultant."
Jungkook felt embarrassed at his bad temper," I'm sorry it's just I need those notes and I don't know what I pressed.it's titled project ensure,would you mind looking?"
"Sure,"
Jimin took the laptop and soon his fingers were flying over the keyboard.
Jungkook watched him as he worked , he was biting his plump bottom lip, which did weird things to Jungkook.
Ten minutes later and Jimin handed it back.
"There you are I've already saved it so if you accidentally lose it again you will find this part in your files, I've also updated your security it had gaps in, I'm presuming you work for a company so you should be more careful, also tell your boss security needs looking at."
Jungkook nodded, not telling Jimin he was the boss, he felt he should have known this stuff.
"Thank you, you were very quick."
"It's easy when you know how and it's my job."
"Still thank you."
Jimin gave his dazzling smile then sat back in his seat closing his eyes,soon drifting off to sleep.
Jungkook once he was sure the other was asleep took his time to look him over, his soft looking blonde/brown hair rosy plump lips that were begging to be kissed and his lashes sweeping over his pale skin, his collarbone jutted from his casual t shirt, Jungkook wondered if that was his sweet spot.
Oh well he thought not likely to ever find out so he pulled his eyes away and got on with his work.
The announcement came that they would soon be landing so Jungkook packed up his stuff and sat waiting suddenly hearing a sigh from Jimin. Looking over he saw Jimin twisting his hands and looking worried.
"Is someone meeting you?" He asked trying to get a happier look on Jimins face.
"No,"
"I expect your glad to get back home though?"
"This place hasn't been home to me for five years."
"Oh....., so it's a holiday then?"
"No......, my father died, so I came back."
"Oh sorry my condolences,"
"Don't bother he was just an abusive arsehole." Jimin said his face devoid of emotion.
Jungkook shut up, he wasn't sure what had happened but it seemed best not to interfere.
After passing through customs Jungkook said goodbye to Jimin and thanked him for his help. The cute boy just smiled and said anytime, then left going outside to hail a taxi as Jungkook got into his chauffeur driven car.
The taxi pulled up at the house Jimin had left years ago, he paid then walked to the front door pulling out a key he'd been sent.
Opening up he was surprised at how clean and tidy the place was, when he left it had been tatty. Each room he went to was clean and bright.
Frowning he walked into what had been his fathers study, a place Jimin remembered as being dark and confining, somewhere his father would punish him with a belt for petty things, like being two minutes late, or not eating everything that was put in front of him. If Jimin dared to try and stand up for himself his father thought nothing of punching him, calling him a child of the devil or someone who killed his own mother. Jimin never retaliated at that because his mother had died in child birth having him.
Looking around the study now he saw pastel shades and new modern furniture.
He carried on walking through the house admiring the clean calm colours of the room , going too the kitchen he saw full cupboards and a full fridge who had done this?
The doorbell rang and Jimin opened it, shock on his face as he was met by two old friends