Important Business

Part 2

A/N: It will be dual POV, more possibilities :)

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The headphones cancel almost all noise and Taehyung takes a deep breath, looking outside at the city lights while the plane gains altitude. He pats the hand of the stranger a few more times, before he takes it back, fearing he overstepped boundaries. Poor guy. But Taehyung prayed for a safe flight as well. He hated it, when it got bumpy. But they were on one of these fucking huge planes that weren't that prone to turbulences, just because of the size.

After a few minutes the plane has reached the appropriate altitude and the cabin crew stands up, preparing for board service and it's Taehyung's cue to take the headphones off.

The hum of the engine and the bustling of the people on board finally reach his ears again and he puts the headphones back in his bag.

"Are you good?" He asks the stranger, and his gaze wanders down to his hand, still gripping the arm rest. The sleeve of his henley was propped up and the edge of a tattoo was visible.

The grip loosens, making the white knuckles disappear, and the stranger wipes his hands on his jeans.

"I'm good when we arrive safely," he answers, a bit strained.

"We will," Taehyung assures and smiles again, observing the guy once more. He was good looking, with big dark eyes and sensual lips with a lip piercing. His hair was dark as well, a bit messy, but it looked silky. He was really handsome. "And if you are still worried, we can get you drunk and you won't care anymore."

The guy snorts. "I'm not sure that is a good idea."

"We can get drunk together. It's a long ass flight," Taehyung suggests and grins mischivously.

A throat clearing sounds and Taehyung wants to roll his eyes. Hobum was like a hound, nosy as fuck to listen in on the conversation with the stranger. But of course his manager was like that. It was his job to look out for him and he couldn't afford bad press. The tabloids would thirst for a juicy story of his misbehavior.

"I'm Jungkook, by the way," the guy says and holds out his hand to shake. "I'm sorry. I am normally more composed but flying isn't really my thing."

Taehyung hesitates for a second. Was it possible that Jungkook didn't know who he was? If so, that was really refreshing and he smiles, taking the hand.

"I'm Taehyung," he answers. "Nice to meet you."

"Let's wait until we land to say that," Jungkook replies and smiles back. He had a nice smile.

Another throat clearing sounds and he rolls his eyes now, and leans around Jungkook to look at Hobum. "Are you getting a cold, Hobumie-Hyung? Or why are you clearing your throat all the time?"

Taehyung realizes that Jungkook turned to his manager as well, and the closeness makes him register a subtle cologne. Damn, the guy smelled nice!

"Do you need a cough drop?" Jungkook asks, oblivious to the manager's hidden rebuking.

"Yes, Hyung," Taehyung says pointedly. "Should Jungkook-ssi get you a cough drop?"

Hobum narrows his eyes for a second, glaring at Taehyung. "No," he finally answers. "You know the air in planes is really dry."

"That's why we should drink something," Taehyung suggests. "Can't let the dry plane air affect us."

Another glare hits Taehyung, but he is immune to Hobum's death stare by now, the manager having been by his side for years.