Destination Wedding

5

Jeongguk stirred awake for no particular reason. The flight navigation screen built into the seat-back in front of him suggested that they were three hours into their six hour flight to Honolulu. He smirked, proud of himself for already sleeping for a solid portion of the flight. He was going to be so fucking sprightly for the welcome breakfast in the morning. He reached up to stretch, rubbing his fingertips on the roof of the plane's fuselage. After readjusting his body and nearly drifting back to sleep, he hung his head to the right, and noticed another person in his row, who wasn't there before he fell asleep.

This man, boy? Young man, appeared to be of similar height to him, but even so, appeared longer and leaner, like some sort of graceful Pilates instructor/ballerina. Ballerino? He had silky, slightly curly black hair that hung over his closed, puffy eyes. His eyes were endearing, but the rest of his face was a mystery for now, hidden under a surgical mask.

Jungkook couldn't help but notice his tanned arms and fingers, adorned with defined veins that looked like road maps wrapping about his knuckles, folded tightly over his chest. His fingers were impossibly long. Fingers like those could be dangerous, Jeongguk thought, feeling a little stir in his seat. Oh my fuck, go back to sleep.

The man-boy's feet were pulled up onto the seat and his legs were folded against his chest. Must be cold. Maybe because Jeongguk was still mostly asleep at this point, he felt unbothered and compelled to take off his warm blanket and put it over the stranger. Well, this is a weird fucking thing to do but this person isn't going to sleep well if he gets too cold so fuck it.

So, he scooted over to the aisle seat, looked around to see if anyone was watching his bizarre insertion into this stranger's in-flight comfort, and seeing none, quickly slid over. As subtly as he could manage, he placed the blanket over the boy, who seem to stir, and then snuggle into himself more with the cover of the blanket.

Shit. What would I have even done if he woke up?! But look how cute and comfy he looks now. I'm such a Robin Hood. Jungkook, after realizing that he was just sitting there watching this person sleep, then shook his head, blinked twice and jumped back to his seat. Time to sleep for another three hours, he thought.

He woke up during the announcement that the plane was beginning it's initial dissent to Honolulu. The sky was slightly brightening outside, illuminating with warm pinks and smooth purples, and Jeongguk was feeling surprisingly well-rested despite spending the night on a plane. He looked to his right again, and noticed that the boy was still asleep against his window, curled up in Jeongguk's blanket, which made him smile. He surprisingly continued to sleep during the slightly bumpy landing, and even once everyone started rustling around, he kept sleeping.

He must be really tired. Jeongguk didn't have the heart to wake up the boy despite the start of deplaning. He figured that the young man could sleep as long as possible, and then eventually be woken up and cheerfully booted by a flight attendant. Jungkook gathered his things, put his AirPods in his ears, saluted his travel blanket goodbye, and was one of the first to exit the aircraft after the door was finally broken open. His body felt invigorated with warm humidity and beautifully salty ocean smells.

Jungkook was so ready for this trip and was practically bouncing up the jetway in excitement, thinking about how long it's been since he's taken a break. He squealed to himself as he remembered the motorcycle he reserved from a nearby motorsports rental company for the next ten days.

He hopped in a taxi, which took him the short distance over to the rental company. Everything was arranged and waiting for him as he had some business connections to this place. After some friendly exchanges with the owner at the front desk over a morning cup of delicious Hawaiian black coffee, Jeongguk strode out to a beautiful black Harley Davidson. He packed his things in the saddle bags, donned his helmet and started the bike, waiting for nothing to feel the bike's grip on the hot pavement, pulling him towards the low hanging sun. He breathed easy, driving down winding roads surrounded by beautiful tropical plants and trees, as he made his way to the beachfront resort.