Two Weeks - BTS JungKook Fanfic

Face to face

It was now or never. I managed to avoid a last minute video call from Jung Kook when I was at the airport in London knowing I wouldn't be able to hide as usual. I resorted to feigning exhaustion even though I knew I was too wired to sleep on the flight. I had promised the director I'd come over on the next available flight so we could clear up the problem, so there was no time for me to find a new pack of stickers to cover the front camera. The director had told me he was going to publically embarass Claudia as a fraud during the first major catwalk. It sounded like he was my kind of person, honest, fair and ruthless in the face of justice.

Jung Kook had finally convinced me to use his nickname Kookie, instead of always calling him Jung Kook, he knew I wanted to keep that minor barrier between us still and the invisible line that divided us from being close friends who flirt sometimes to there being a possibility of more and had slowly been wearing me down. Using his nickname was a pretty big sign of familiarity and intimacy.

When I was younger I'd have used it as an excuse to slowly cut him off, but being in the same area as him would have made it damn near impossible. It was too short notice for me to get a hotel room nearby so his room was it. This was probably going to be a stressful trip and our friendship would either be strained or we'd grow closer.

Eight hours and some change after our last call I was in Seoul. Nervous did not cover how I felt. I spent the whole flight restless and too ill to eat much. The male flight attendant that had been checking up on me throughout threatened to force feed me if I kept refusing food so I gave in and had some buckwheat noodles in a beef soup. I had looked fairly shocked when I boarded so he made a point of plying me with different teas and eventually I told him I was making a surprise debut at the fashion week after my work was stolen and submitted by someone else. I also told him I'd be staying with a guy for the first time ever as well after months of flirting that wasn't supposed to lead to anything.

Jae Su had wanted to give me alcohol to recover but agreed it'd do me no good to turn up even slightly intoxicated as I was heading for a meeting shortly upon arrival. So tea it was, as well as stories of passengers attempting to join the Mile High Club but failing for various, hilarious reasons.

I spotted Kookie long before he saw me but chose to walk passed him and not say anything to see if he'd know it was me or not. I tried to be as casual as possible and act like I hadn't seen him and tried to wipe off the smile and slight blush that had taken over my face when a hand grabbed mine. Before I could turn he wrapped himself around me and kissed my cheek before letting me go and spining me around. He was grinning from ear to ear and looked even more handsome in person, wearing all black with the black and silver earrings I had sent him sat snug in his ears.

"I knew it was you, you're more beautiful than I imagined, especially when you smile." He whispered as he leaned in for a second kiss. It wasn't more than a brush against my cheek and I heard a faint laugh escape his lips as he moved back a little. Right then I knew the barrier no longer existed. I was sinking faster beyond the point of no return.

"Let's grab my stuff and head to the hotel so I can shower and change... Kookie." Why did I feel so awkward with him? Did the kisses throw me off that much?? We walked over to the baggage carousel to pick up my patchwork spotted suitcase.

"This is definitely yours," he stated picking it up. "It looks exactly how I pictured it, with all the fabric patches."

I realised he was actually nervous so I let him pull the suitcase along to give him something to do, and so I could pretend nothing had changed.

"So, what's the gameplan?" I asked. "Please tell me I have time to at least shower and change before we go to the meeting, I don't want to go looking like a tramp in clothes I've been wearing all night. The director will probably think I'm a nutcase and send me packing in case I'm contagious." I joked, hoping to get him to relax.

"I was called about 10 minutes ago, the meeting has been delayed until tomorrow as we suspect Claudia is on her way over this evening or possibly in the morning. So the plan is to get you freshened up and we can do something to... relax you after your flight, you seem tense." He avoided looking at me while we walked to the waiting taxi and I missed the mischevious twinkle in his eyes.