Flying first class| Taekook

Prologue 🌷

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"I've upgraded your seat. I want you to travel comfortably," said a sweet voice.

"Mommm— it's part of my job—!" Jungkook groaned, but before he could say more, his mother quickly added, "Your father would've been angry, Kook! I'm feeding Junghyun—bye!"

"Mom—" Jungkook tried to protest, but she had already ended the call. He rolled his eyes and made his way through the terminal, handing over his passport to the flight attendant, who checked it before guiding him to his business class seat.

Dressed in baggy clothes and with his hair a mess, Jungkook noticed the flight attendant glance twice at his seat number, clearly second-guessing if he really belonged in business class. He would've laughed but chose to shrug it off instead, placing his carry-on in the overhead compartment.

A soft baby's cry caught his attention. In the seat next to his, a man in a suit was awkwardly holding a baby under the arms, trying—and failing spectacularly—to calm the child down.

For a moment, Jungkook assumed the man was holding someone else's child. He sat down with ease, but the crying only grew louder.

"Stop crying—God! I don't know what you need," the man muttered, his deep voice tinged with frustration as he stared at the baby like it might suddenly respond with words.

"Yun-hee. Stop," he tried again. "Look, we're flying, huh?" His voice was so flat and serious, Jungkook could hardly believe this guy was talking to a baby that looked no older than a few months.

A flight attendant approached and asked if they needed anything, but the man just shook his head and apologized for the noise.

The cries only grew louder, and passengers behind them started complaining. The man apologized again, clearly at a loss.

"Do you mind?" Jungkook asked, gesturing to the baby. The man immediately handed the child over, visibly relieved when Jungkook cradled the baby close to his chest, providing warmth and comfort.

"Give me her bottle," Jungkook said, glancing at the man who now looked completely stunned.

"What bottle?" the man asked, genuinely confused.

"The milk bottle—I think she's hungry," Jungkook said, eyes narrowing.

"It's a boy," the man corrected, blinking at him.

"Okay—milk bottle. Now," Jungkook insisted.

"Uh... I don't have it," the man admitted.

"You didn't bring his milk bottle? Does your wife feed him?" Jungkook asked, looking around for any sign of a woman nearby—but there was no one.

"I don't know—I mean, she didn't say anything about it," the man replied, sheepishly.

"Is that even your baby?" Jungkook asked, mouth slightly agape as he continued to gently pat the child, who had now calmed down significantly in his arms.

"Y-yes! He is," the man stammered. Jungkook clearly wasn't convinced.

He pressed the call button for the flight attendant. "Can you please prepare a bottle of warm milk for—what I think is—a six-month-old baby?" Jungkook asked, glancing down and gently wiping the baby's tears.

"Yes, of course," she said before hurrying off.

"Please bring it quickly," Jungkook added as she walked away.

"Shh—I got you," he whispered, rocking the baby gently in his arms. Then he gave the man beside him another sharp look.

"Did you kidnap him?"

"What? No!" the man exclaimed, his already-handsome face paling at the accusation. "It's... complicated. But I didn't kidnap him, okay?"

The flight attendant returned with the bottle. Jungkook tested the temperature by dripping a bit on his wrist, then placed it into the baby's mouth. The infant latched on immediately, sucking as if he hadn't eaten in days.

Jungkook instinctively rubbed the baby's back—something he'd seen his mother do many times for his younger siblings.

The man watched silently, clearly impressed by how quickly his child had calmed in a stranger's arms.

"Talk," Jungkook said quietly, not looking up.

The man licked his lips. "It's a long story... and I don't think it's necessary."

"We're on a sixteen-hour flight," Jungkook replied, his voice calm but firm. "You can either talk, or I'll ask the pilot to land the plane and call the police."

The man didn't flinch. "I've got the papers right here. His mother signed them this morning before dropping him at my doorstep." He reached into his bag and pulled out a file, handing it to Jungkook.

Jungkook glanced through the documents from where he sat, eyebrows raising slightly as he read.

Placing the documents back in the folder, Taehyung quickly pulled out hand sanitizer and rubbed it over his hands, as if just touching the papers had somehow dirtied him. The gesture made Jungkook instinctively secure the baby a little closer to his chest, protectively. The little one was still busily devouring the remaining milk from the bottle.

"I never wanted a child—ever," Taehyung sighed, leaning his head back against the seat rest, his handsome features scrunching in frustration as he said it.

"So you didn't know he existed until this morning?" Jungkook asked, adjusting Yun-hee in his arms and finally settling into his seat, clicking his seatbelt into place as the plane prepared for takeoff.

"I knew about him. I was there when he was born," Taehyung replied, eyes still closed.

"She hid the pregnancy from me until the very end. I told her clearly—I didn't want kids. She deceived me," he said, opening his eyes now, and there was a fire burning in them, intense and bitter.

"Maybe she just wanted a child with you. Or maybe it was an accident—" Jungkook began, but Taehyung cut him off, voice rising with anger.

"No, she didn't! She was just a greedy bitch," he spat, and Jungkook blinked, looking down at the baby again.

Yun-hee really was one of the most beautiful babies Jungkook had ever seen. With soft, delicate features and bright eyes, he probably inherited his looks from the man beside him—who looked like he belonged in a magazine. Perfectly styled hair, crisply pressed clothes, and a posture that practically screamed businessman. He clearly wasn't new to business class.

"She thought I'd marry her if she told me about the baby. She mentally tortured me for a whole month before he was born," Taehyung continued, licking his dry lips.

"And when she couldn't squeeze any more money out of me—after a couple court cases these past few months—she ran off and dropped him on my doorstep."

"Wow. Both your parents are dicks," Jungkook muttered, covering the baby's ears just in time. Taehyung shot him a pained look, but didn't say anything for a moment.

"You wouldn't understand—kid," the man said eventually, and Jungkook exhaled softly.

"This child needs good parents. If you can't take responsibility, there are people who'd gladly raise him and give him the love he deserves," Jungkook offered, his voice steady but not unkind.

"You can't seriously be telling me to give my child away," Taehyung said, turning to face him fully now. And for a brief moment, Jungkook saw something flicker in his eyes—something soft, something unsure.

"Then stop talking like he's a burden. He's just a six-month-old baby," Jungkook said, gently stroking the baby's tiny hand.

After that, the two fell into silence.

Jungkook began humming a soft lullaby — the one he sings for his youngest brother who is barely 5 years old, cradling the baby as he finally lulled him to sleep. The plane had leveled off, cruising smoothly through the sky.

It was going to be a long flight.

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