Rogue Hearts | PJM ✅

Chp. 31: High Above the Horizon

Dallia's POV 🌼

The following day we journeyed back home. Although it still feels a little surreal to me to be on a private plane, I keep trying to tell myself I don't need to feel like I don't deserve to be here with Jimin just because I don't make as much money.

Jimin is seated across from me, looking deep in thought as he glances out the window. "Are you okay? You look sad?" I ask.

"I wish we had more time on the island. I'm not ready to return to the studio," he shrugs.

"Why? I know from first-hand experience that you are amazing in the studio," I remind him.

"I can't do it, Dallia. I'm not like Namjoon and Yoongi or Hobi! I can't carry an entire album myself!" he says, the pitch rising in his voice as he utters each new word. The panic in his eyes seems to grow the further we get away from Jeju and back to reality.

Since we are at cruising altitude, I can get up from my seat and approach him, and he immediately pulls me onto his lap. "Are you sure I'm not too heavy?" I ask.

"Oh my Gosh, Dallia! Please! Did you forget I can easily pick you up and carry you all over my beach house?" He flexes his arm for a moment, an adorable smirk painted on his soft lips. His muscle bulges under my fingertips, making me blush as flashes of his naked body, which is all lean muscle from head to toe, float through my mind.

"Did you forget that I know your voice? Did you forget all the lessons we have been going over for months and how perfectly you've executed them all?" I ask as I place a soft kiss on his forehead. "Did you forget that you are Park Jimin, who has been performing for well over a decade and was born to do this? I would never tell you, you were ready if you weren't," I breathe out.

I hook my fingertip under his chin and tilt it up, only to find he is trying to fight back the tears. "Jimin," I whisper before placing another soft kiss on his trembling lips. "You never needed my coaching. You've been ready this entire time. You're just as talented as your members. You were always ready. It's time to remember who you are...."

Jimin pulls me to him and kisses me passionately, every emotion pouring out of him. He devours me until I feel like I might melt into a puddle on the cabin floor. When I don't think I can take much more of his blind passion, he buries his face in my chest and holds on to me as if I will disappear if he lets go.

"I'm going to keep you," he whispers, breaking the tension, and I shake with silent laughter at his sweet reply. I lean back, aware of my swollen lips and tousled hair.

I know Jimin appreciates my sincere words, but I can still feel the weight of the world resting on his shoulders, and I wish there were something more I could do for him. When I catch him yawning, I retreat to my seat and watch as exhaustion slowly takes over and Jimin drifts off to sleep with his seat slightly reclined. I study his face for a long time. I don't think I've ever met a more beautiful person inside and out, I try and think of ways I can help him, but no ideas come.

Looking out the window, I watch as we drift through clouds, the ocean below us. It hurts my heart to realize that only Jimin can help himself through these insecurities, so I resolve to have his back no matter what storms may come.

Jimin has to be at work for an early shoot in the morning, and I desperately need to do laundry and grocery shopping, so we decide to part ways for the evening when we finally land.

That night I lay in bed missing him. Before I drift off to sleep, my phone chimes, and I see a message.

Jimin: Goodnight, Lovely. Thank you for your kind words today. My heart belongs to you.