high flying love ¦ lee jeno

ch ; 33

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Strange Look on His Face

Yura found herself in a predicament. She was on a plane with Jeno, but it felt like she was traveling alone due to his sudden silent treatment. They were on their way to Seoul, and the atmosphere between them was thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension.

As she settled into her seat, she glanced at Jeno beside her. His eyes were fixed on the in-flight magazine, his body angled slightly away from her. The physical distance mirrored the emotional chasm that had grown between them since Kyubin's birthday.

Yura sighed inwardly and turned her gaze to the window. The clouds drifted by, serene and indifferent, a stark contrast to the storm in her heart. She tried to focus on the journey ahead, but her thoughts kept circling back to the strained silence between them.

The flight attendants began their safety demonstration, and Yura forced herself to pay attention, hoping to distract her mind. As the plane took off, she felt a slight jolt, and instinctively, her hand reached out, brushing against Jeno's arm. He flinched slightly but didn't pull away, his expression remaining impassive.

About an hour into the flight, Yura felt a familiar sense of dread creeping up her spine. Her breathing became shallow, and she felt the first twinges of panic. She reached for her tote bag, her hands shaking as she rummaged through it. The small bottle of medication that usually sat at the bottom was nowhere to be found.

Her movements became more frantic as she upended the contents of her bag onto her lap. Lipstick, tissues, a wallet, and other miscellanea spilled out, but no medication. Yura's heart pounded in her chest, and her vision started to blur with tears.

"Je- Jeno- I can't find them-" Yura stammered, growing more anxious by the second.

Jeno's head snapped up at the sound of her distress. Despite his earlier impassiveness, his eyes were filled with concern. Without a word, he leaned closer, grabbing her trembling hands to ground her.

"Yura, look at me," he said softly, his voice steady and calming.

She met his gaze, her eyes glassy with fear. Jeno's grip on her hands was firm but gentle, his touch a lifeline in the storm of her panic. He quickly took control of the situation, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her to his chest.

"It's okay. I'm here, everything's alright," Jeno assured her, his voice a soothing murmur in her ear. He cradled her head, stroking her hair gently.

Yura's body continued to tremble, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. Despite Jeno's attempts to soothe her, the panic seemed to tighten its grip. Desperate to help, Jeno made a sudden decision.

"Yura, focus on me," he whispered. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with anxiety. In that moment, Jeno leaned in and planted a short, tender kiss on her lips, hoping to distract her from the fear consuming her.

The unexpected kiss jolted Yura out of her spiraling thoughts. For a split second, her mind went blank, and all she could focus on was the warmth of Jeno's lips against hers. The kiss was brief, but it was enough to break the cycle of panic.

Jeno pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers. "Breathe with me," he said softly. "In and out, nice and slow."

Yura followed his lead, matching her breathing to his. The initial shock of the kiss gave way to a sense of calm. She felt the tightness in her chest begin to ease as she focused on the rhythm of their synchronized breaths.