"I don't know where to put my hands," he muttered as he stared at her beautiful body.
"Anywhere you want, baby boy. I'm not a work of art that can be damaged so easily."
Started: 02/24/2018
Finished: 04/13/2018
Edited: 05/26/2018
Mature: a smut cha...
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Taehyung had no idea how he got into another awkward situation because of Uri. They were only trying to convince the pilot to bring them somewhere far, but he wouldn't do it.
He argued it was too late at night to go somewhere. He had a family he wanted to go home to.
"Okay, can you just bring us to Europe? We're about to die and I'd like to live," Uri said.
"I'm about to die if I come home late again. My wife will kill me," the pilot retorted.
"Why did your dad even hire this guy?" Uri asked Taehyung as she pulled out the gun. "Just fly, please. I want you to see your family too."
The pilot immediately shut up and walked to the pilot's cabin and started the engine. Uri strapped herself in and Taehyung did the same.
The jet lifted off soon. After the jet was soaring through the night sky softly, Uri got out of her seat and took out her phone. She turned the phone around in her hand and sighed, placing it on the bar.
She grabbed a full bottle of whiskey and smashed her phone to pieces with the flat bottom of the whiskey bottle. Taehyung looked up with a shocked expression on his face and took his seatbelt off, walking over to the bar.
"Uri, what are you doing?"
"They could have put a tracker on my phone," she replied. "They might have put it on our clothes too."
Uri walked out from behind the bar and patted Taehyung's body, popping his collars and looking at every inch of his clothing. She didn't find anything on him.
"Can you check me?" Uri asked, spreading her arms out. "Actually, you know what? Do you have spare clothes on this jet?"
"I do, yeah. I go out of state often," Taehyung answered.
"Is that why your bar is always filled with liquor?" Uri questioned.
Taehyung bit down his lower lip. "Yes," he hissed out.
"Are you secretly a raging, sexy alcoholic?" Uri asked.
"Maybe not the sexy part," he mumbled.
Uri stared at him. "You have got to be joking, Taehyung. You're literally the definition of sexy!" Uri shook her head to get the image of his naked body out of her mind. "Where are the extra clothes?"
