Dancing Hearts

Chapter 4

I hear Hyunjin enter the suite. I sit up on the couch and pause the crime show. He had more fan calls, and I decided to stay in the suite. The sun and walking had worn me out. Hyunjin comes over, kicks his shoes off, and lays down behind me.

"So who did it? The wife or the mistress?" he asks, yawning. I snuggle up to him, and he lays an arm over me. I grab his hand and interlace my fingers with his.

"My money is on the wife. She was salty that the husband had a mistress," I say laughing. My phone dings. I look at it and it is Derek.

D: Did you change our flights?

M: ???

D: I went to check in online and our times have been moved up and we are in first class!!!

M: Motherfucking Chan! He had to have done this. What time does it say we are leaving?

D: 11:00 PM.

M: I guess I need to check in, pack and eat. I will see you at the airport.

D: Later!

I sigh. I swear Chan is the sneakiest little shit. I am not mad about being in a better seat for a 12-hour plus flight. But he could have at least told us. I turn on my back and Hyunjin looks at me, smiling.

"You knew, didn't you," I say and wait for an answer.

"I mean, did you think we were going to fly home with you guys on a different flight? No way. This way, we can get home at the same time," Hyunjin says.

"Ughhhhh, you guys do too much!" I sigh, putting my arm over my face.

Hyunjin sighs, "I guess now's not the time to tell you. We changed you both to a 5-star residential hotel, presidential suite, overlooking a lake." With a growl, I grab my phone and open the group chat.

M: Okay, who is responsible for this?

S: Oh boy, Hyung told her. I am putting on a helmet and mouth guard.

CB: Come on Noona. You can't compete and sleep in a crappy hotel.

M: But that's too much guys. Seriously, I can't accept all of this.

F: If you haven't figured it out yet, you're worth it.

H: Don't make me come over there and kiss you until you give in. You know you would love waking up to the sun rising over a lake. Plus you are close to us, I mean, Hyunjin.

I.N.: Really Noona, it's nothing. Jinnie would pout so much if you had stayed further away.

M: Chan?

BC: Non-refundable, deal with it.

LK: Do I need to come over there and slap your ass?

HJ: That's my job Minho.

I look up and Hyunjin has his phone in one hand. He looks at me and raises an eyebrow to say, "See."

M: FINE. But you have to let me cook for you while I am over there.

CB: DEAL. I speak for the group. But, I'm hungry now.

BC: Binnie that's what room service is for lol. Everybody get some food and hydrate. We leave here at 9 pm.

The group chat ends with groans, poop emojis, and hand gestures. I sit up and put my phone on the end table. I am now leaning over Hyunjin, my hair cascading around him. He takes some hair and puts it behind my ear, looking at me tenderly. How can I say no to that face?