As the flight from Seoul to Paris stretched on for more than seven hours, the cabin was enveloped in a peaceful slumber. Jungkook stirred from his sleep, his eyes flickering open to find Aaira, sitting beside him, struggling with her own rest. Concern etched his features as he reached out to hold her hand, intending to comfort her. But to his surprise, she clutched his hand tightly, her distress evident even in her sleep.
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Feeling a pang of panic, Jungkook gently brushed his fingers against her face, hoping to rouse her from the nightmare that seemed to torment her. Slowly, Aaira's eyelids fluttered open, revealing teary eyes that glistened in the dim cabin light. His heart ached at the sight of her distress, and he whispered softly, his voice filled with genuine concern.
Jungkook: "Are you okay, Aaira?"
He murmured, his breath warm against her cheek. Their faces were mere inches apart, and Jungkook couldn't help but be drawn into the depths of her gaze.
Aaira blinked back her tears, her voice trembling with emotion as she replied,
Aaira: "I don't know, Jungkook. I saw a nightmare."
Without hesitation, Jungkook reached out to cradle her face in his hands, his touch gentle yet reassuring. Their eyes locked in an unspoken connection, the world around them fading into insignificance as they shared a moment of shared vulnerability.
In that fleeting instant, there was only the two of them, bound together by an invisible thread of empathy and understanding. Aaira's flushed cheeks and puffy eyes only served to make her more captivating in Jungkook's eyes, and without a second thought, she wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace.
In the quiet intimacy of the airplane cabin, Aaira's tearful plea echoed softly, barely audible amidst the hum of the engines.
Aaira: "Jungkook, save me, please save me,"
She whispered, her voice trembling with fear and desperation. Jungkook's heart clenched at the anguish in her tone, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive as he struggled to make sense of her distress.
Without a second thought, Jungkook acted on instinct, swiftly removing the armrest between their seats and pulling Aaira onto his lap. She came willingly, her body seeking solace in his embrace, her arms wrapping around him tightly as if he were her lifeline in a sea of uncertainty.
As Aaira nestled against him, her warmth seeping into his skin, Jungkook couldn't help but feel a surge of conflicting emotions coursing through him. The raw vulnerability in her eyes stirred something primal within him, awakening a fierce desire to shield her from harm, to be her protector in her darkest hour.
But beneath the protective facade, a different kind of tension simmered just beneath the surface-a tension fueled by the undeniable attraction that pulsed between them. Aaira's closeness, her soft curves pressed against him, ignited a firestorm of longing that Jungkook struggled to contain.
