Fan Service [Yunho]

11

Dmitri had already packed my new things into a suitcase last night when Yunho had been with me. I'd tried to grab the handle to help bring it down to the car, but Dmitri brushed my hand away, refusing to let me lift it. When I reached for Yunho's duffel bag, he gently stopped me, too.

"It's just a few bruises," I insisted, trying not to sound as frustrated as I felt. "I'm not useless."

Yunho's expression softened. "We never said you were useless, Charlie. We just want you to take it easy for a bit."

I knew he was only looking out for me, but it left a prickling frustration in my chest, making me feel helpless. With a huff, I snatched Yunho's water bottle off the counter, muttering, "I'm at least carrying this. You're paying me to work for you...so let me work."

Yunho's lips tugged into an amused smile as he held the door open for me.

By the time we made it to the car, Dmitri was already waiting behind the wheel with the trunk packed tightly. As the engine rumbled to life, a knot of nerves twisted in my stomach that I tried to swallow down. I'd never been on a plane before. I'd never even seen one up close.

When Dmitri parked and got out to start unloading, I stared at the hulking aircraft through the car window. It loomed large and metallic, with wings that stretched out wide. The sheer size of it was overwhelming, a machine of improbable power that somehow managed to defy gravity and stay in the sky. And this was just a small, private one. My stomach clenched tighter.

"Are you okay?" Yunho asked, noticing how I gripped the water bottle in both hands, the plastic crackling.

"I...I've never been on a plane before," I admitted, my voice smaller than I'd intended. My hands were clammy against the bottle as I twisted it nervously.

"Oh!" Yunho looked at me with sudden understanding. "It's really not so bad. And since we're flying private, we skip the usual airport stuff. TSA agents, slow lines, baggage check...the worst parts of it all.

"But... what if it crashes?" The words slipped out, and I clenched the bottle harder, trying to shake off the image.

Yunho's expression stayed calm, his voice unwavering. "It won't."

"But what if..."

"It won't," he repeated, more firmly this time, his expression comforting.

Just then, Dmitri tapped on the window behind me, and I jumped, my heart pounding.

"Plane's ready to go," he called through the glass.

"Just give us one more minute," Yunho replied. "We've got some pre-flight jitters going on."

Dmitri gave me a knowing look and nodded before heading up the steps into the plane. Another security guy appeared to take the car once we were ready, leaving just Yunho and me in the quiet, grounding space of the car.