Flying first class| Taekook

Chapter 2 🌷

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Jungkook closed the door of his own room, after he told Taehyung to sleep for a couple of hours before he starts his day.

He pulled off his shirt from the top, throwing it on the floor before jumping on the bed to sleep himself, his phone blinked with messages from his work friends.

Mingyu and yogyeom had accompanied him here to New york as directed by their head, three colleagues— more like best friends from work were super excited for this trip— work trip.

Jungkook groaned, face-planting into the fluffy pillows before lazily reaching for his phone.

Three dozen notifications lit up the screen, most of them from a chaotic group chat titled "Interns on the Loose".

Mingyu: Bro?? Business class??? EXPLAIN YOURSELF.

Yugyeom: Yeah Jungkook, you left us peasants behind in economy while you sipped champagne with the CEOs.

Mingyu: Spill. Sugar daddy?

Yugyeom: DEFINITELY a sugar daddy!!

Jungkook snorted into the pillow, fingers tapping out a lazy reply.

Jungkook: Chill. No sugar daddies involved. Work paid. Last-minute upgrade.

It wasn't exactly a lie—and it was way easier than explaining that he could've bought the entire plane if he wanted to.

Not that he was ever going to tell them that. He liked being just Jungkook for now — a regular intern trying to figure out life without the weight of his family's name trailing behind him.

But Mingyu wasn't letting it go.

Mingyu: sureee. Last-minute upgrade.
Bet you smiled at the pilot too.

Yugyeom: Or maybe winked at a rich ahjussi in the lounge???

Mingyu: Plot twist: he's being flown to a private island and we'll never see him again.

Jungkook laughed, typing back quickly.

Jungkook: You two watch too many dramas. I'm already in the hotel.
Where are you guys?

Mingyu: Just checked in! Floor 10! Where tf are you?? We're supposed to be in this TOGETHER.

Yugyeom: Yeah, don't think you can ditch us, Mr. Business Class.

Jungkook: Long story. Will explain when we meet for the book event.

He tossed the phone back onto the bed, sighing as he closed his eyes.
If they knew he was currently babysitting a stranger's baby inside a penthouse suite like some kind of bootleg Mary Poppins, they'd lose their minds.

"Long story," he mumbled to himself, drifting off into sleep.

Taehyung lay on the bed, gaze fixed on the small body beside him. Jungkook had left quietly after settling the baby down, placing three pillows around him to make sure he wouldn't roll off. Before leaving, he'd suggested that Taehyung buy a crib — "it's much safer," he had said gently, eyes already soft with concern.

Now, in the quiet of the room, with the weight of exhaustion finally catching up, Taehyung stared at the baby sleeping soundly beside him. It had been barely 24 hours since he first held him, but it already felt like his entire world had shifted — no, flipped — into something completely unrecognizable from the life he'd lived for 32 years.

He had been born into a family once, too. But he remembered finding the file by accident — the one that had confirmed what he always suspected. That they hadn't died. They had simply chosen to leave him.