A Journey to finding love

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At the airport, a long line stretches from the boarding gate, passengers moving forward one by one as they get their boarding passes and passports checked. The faint hum of announcements and distant chatter fills the air. Taehyung, with his luggage in tow, inches closer to the counter. He's dressed stylishly, as usual, but there's a hint of distraction in his eyes. As he steps forward, the gate attendant—a man with a thick French accent—greets him.

"Sir, your passport, please," the attendant says, his accent lilting.

Taehyung, momentarily caught off guard, chuckles. "Ah, I was afraid I'd forget my high school French," he says with a grin, placing his hand on the desk, "but I understood everything you just said!" He bangs the desk lightly in excitement, as if proud of his linguistic prowess.

The attendant smiles politely, though clearly unfazed. "That's wonderful, sir. Now, your boarding pass, please."

Taehyung's grin falters as he reaches into his handbag. His brows furrow when he doesn't immediately find what he's looking for. "One second..." he mutters to himself, rifling through the contents of his bag. His casual demeanor quickly changes to irritation as he comes up empty-handed.

The attendant, now watching Taehyung fumble, repeats impatiently, "Sir, if you can't find—"

"I have it!" Taehyung snaps, clearly irritated but still searching through his bag. His fingers move faster, but his growing frustration shows in every movement. Despite his declaration, he still hasn't found the boarding pass.

The attendant raises an eyebrow, his patience thinning. "Sir—"

"Okay, fine," Taehyung groans, throwing his head back dramatically. "I don't have it!" With a huff, he grabs his luggage and wheels it to the side, grumbling under his breath. "This is ridiculous. How can I lose it now?"

That's the thing about Taehyung—he's sweet, but his mood can shift on a dime. His frustration is palpable, but anyone watching knows it won't last long. He'll probably laugh it off in a few minutes.

Meanwhile, somewhere on the road leading to the airport, chaos unfolds inside Namjoon's car. Jungkook, gripping the door handle with both hands, is holding on for dear life. His eyes are squeezed shut, knuckles white from the tension.

"Are we off the bridge yet?!" Jungkook shouts, his voice shaky.

Namjoon, behind the wheel and clearly over the whole situation, rolls his eyes. "Yes, Jungkook, we're off the bridge. You can open your eyes now."

Jungkook, still not trusting the situation, asks again, his voice tight. "Is the lady on the bicycle alive?"

Namjoon's frustration finally peaks. "YES, she's alive! She jumped back up right away! We didn't even touch her!" Just as he finishes shouting, Jungkook cracks his eyes open, only to see the speed at which they're hurtling down the highway.

"Namjoon hyung! Slow down!" Jungkook yells, panic rising again. "I don't want to die before we reach Taehyung!"

Namjoon, eyes focused on the road, shoots back, "Don't you want to get to the airport on time?!" His voice is strained, but he keeps his foot firmly on the accelerator.

"Yes, but alive!" Jungkook shouts, voice climbing higher in fear.

The car is weaving through traffic, the urgency palpable as Jungkook tries to calm his racing heart. He's on his way to stop Taehyung—his final chance to tell him everything, to convince him not to board that plane. He still loves him, madly, desperately.