SWEETHEART

Chapter-47

HI

"Sir, wet towel."

"Huh?..ah yes!" Taehyung faintly nodded at the airhostess. He was not in his right mind right now. This plane is going to take off and it'll reach Italy in nearly 14 hours.

Taehyung will reach Italy. He'll accommodate and by the very next day he'll work hard, interning as a psychology student. Yes.

Is that it? No.

Absolute no.

This is not it.

His Namjoon hyung won't be there. His hyun-bin appa, ye-jin eomma, his friends, wonie and minnie, won't be there. His Tannie won't be there.

Everything will happen but he'll not be there. His husband will not be there. Jeongguk will not be there.

Tears trimmed his eyes as his attempt to wipe them off was futile. He tried hard to control his hiccups. He couldn't be more thankful to the person who made little cabins inside the airplanes.

Taehyung face plamed and cried into his palms. Harshly, a little loudly. Loud enough that his neighbor heard him and knocked on the little barrier they had.

"Are you okay ? "

Taehyung couldn't say anything. His eyes only left more tears. He couldn't seem to stop himself.

"Hey ? I'm pulling the barrier down, okay?" Voice of a woman said.

He wanted to stop that woman, maybe when his hyungie told him to take the private jet...he should have agreed. At least he could have cried in peace there.

Before Taehyung could say anything, the woman pushed the barrier down revealing himself to taehyung.

"Oh my god, sweetie...no no no..don't cry" says the woman.

She carefully picked up one of the wet towels and attempted to wipe taehyung's tears stricken face.

As the woman reached out to wipe Taehyung's tears, a sudden, firm hand gripped her wrist.

"Step back, ma'am."

The woman nearly jumped out of her seat, letting out a small squeak. Her wide eyes darted to the two towering men in black suits standing beside Taehyung's seat like some secret service agents in a spy movie.

Taehyung, still sniffling, blinked in confusion. "H-huh?"

The bodyguard, Si-woo, gave a sharp nod to taehyung . "Sir, we are under strict orders. No unauthorized touching."

The woman gasped dramatically, clutching her chest. "Oh my god! Is he-? Is he a prince or something?"

Si-woo didn't even flinch. "Something like that."

The woman looked from the bodyguards to Taehyung, then back at the bodyguards. "Wait... who even has bodyguards on a plane?!"

The second bodyguard, Chang-wook, who had been standing silently with his arms crossed, finally spoke. "People who matter."

The woman frowned but then really 'looked' at chang-wook for the first time. And oh... oh wow. The sharp jawline, the broad shoulders, the way his suit fit just right-

Her mood did a full 180.

"Oh... hello," she purred, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "You must be the head bodyguard. Very... strong-looking."

Ji Chang-wook immediately stiffened, his back going ramrod straight. "I-uh-"

Si-woo sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. "Chang-wook, *focus.*"