Flying first class| Taekook

Chapter 3 🌷

At some point, Jungkook had closed his laptop, tucked his journal away, and quietly disappeared into the guest room to sleep. The night had crept in softly, the quiet hum of the city beyond the hotel window offering a lullaby of its own.

Taehyung, however, kept working.

Files spread out around him, the glow of his laptop screen cast faint shadows across his face. He had long since shed his blazer, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, dark hair tousled from restless fingers running through it. He barely noticed when the room dimmed as the night deepened.

Sometime after midnight, Jungkook stirred awake, throat dry. He padded out of the room quietly, rubbing his eyes as he reached for a bottle of water. But as he passed through the living area, his steps slowed.

There, curled awkwardly on the couch, was Taehyung—fast asleep in the middle of his work. His laptop had slid sideways, fingers still loosely resting near the keyboard. A few sheets of paper had slipped to the floor. His head was tilted back slightly, mouth parted just enough to let out soft snores, brows still faintly creased as if he'd fallen asleep mid-thought.

Jungkook sighed quietly, fondness tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Seriously?" he mumbled under his breath, gently setting the water bottle down.

Careful not to wake him, Jungkook moved the laptop aside first, folding it shut and placing it on the table. He stacked the files in a neat pile, tucking the ones that had fallen off the couch back into place. Then, grabbing an extra blanket from the closet, he returned and draped it over Taehyung's sleeping form, smoothing it lightly over his chest.

"You should've gone to bed," he whispered, almost amused.

He stood there for a moment, watching the man breathe softly, his features finally at peace without the weight of responsibilities pressing in on him. Something in Jungkook's chest warmed at the sight.

Then, he turned to check on Yunhee.

The baby was still fast asleep in the bassinet near the couch, tiny fists curled near his face. Jungkook hesitated for a second before gently lifting him into his arms, holding him close to his chest. The little one stirred briefly but stayed asleep, nuzzling into the warmth.

Jungkook carried him into the bedroom, laying him down on the bed he'd already made up for himself. He left the door ajar—just in case Taehyung woke up in the middle of the night and wanted to check on his son.

Before turning off the lamp, he glanced one last time toward the living room, a small smile lingering on his lips.

"Goodnight, Taehyung."

Taehyung stirred awake as thin streams of sunlight filtered through the tall glass windows, cutting across the floor in golden lines. His eyes squinted against the brightness, a soft groan leaving his lips as he shifted on the couch. His neck ached, stiff from the odd position he'd fallen asleep in, and his limbs protested as he sat upright.

For a moment, the silence of the room felt unnervingly hollow.

No soft baby cries, no quiet footsteps, no murmured conversations—just stillness. A flicker of doubt crossed his mind, a strange, fleeting thought that maybe everything over the past couple of days had just been a strange, vivid dream. A dream of a young boy stepping in on a plane, a baby's tiny weight in his arms, a stranger's kindness in the form of warm ramen and gentle understanding.

But then he walked past the guest bedroom and paused.

Inside, Jungkook was asleep, back propped up slightly with a pillow, head tilted to the side. His arms were cradled gently around Yunhee, who lay sprawled comfortably on his chest. One of his small hands clung to Jungkook's shirt, the other resting beside an empty milk bottle on the bed. Both of them breathing steadily, peacefully.