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Twenty-two

Yoongi sat, jaw clenched as he stared at the back of the seat before him. He continued to ball his free hand into a fist before releasing it over and over again. Beside him, Victoria rested her head on the headrest, staring off blankly. Her eyes were stained red from how much she'd cried between the time she'd heard about her shop and them getting on the plane.

He was just so angry. The gang messed with him and he was okay with that. But they messed with the woman he loved and he was more furious than he'd ever been in his life. Grief was written all over her face as the seat-belt light came on.

Yoongi buckled his own before looking to her and waiting for her to do the same. But Victoria didn't move. She only continued to stare, fingers loosely twined with his. "Baby," he said softly. Still nothing. Unease spread through his body like fire while he reached over to buckle her seat-belt for her—just in time, too, because the flight attendant was just reaching their row.

Once she passed them, he leaned over and nuzzled his face in her neck. "I won't let anything happen to you, love." Untangling their hands, he reached up to touch her cheek and turn her face toward him. Her tired eyes met his and he smiled, stroking her skin with his thumb. "Okay?"

Though she was struggling tremendously with not only the loss of her shop, her memories, all of her things, but also with the memories of her high school days brought up by Jimin that left a bitter taste in her mouth, she gave him the best smile she could. "I love you."

"I know," he murmured before pressing his lips against hers, his eyes fluttering shut to savor the way she tasted.

Victoria leaned into the kiss, tugging desperately at his shirt to bring him closer. They were both aware of the other first-class riders around them, but they couldn't seem to give a damn as they made out in their plush seats.

She was the one to pull away first, but only so she could leave a trail of kisses along his jaw and down his neck. Her hand now wandered lower and lower until she was pressing her palm against his hardening crotch. "I need you right now, baby," she whispered against his skin, her breath hot and sultry.

Yoongi gasped lightly at the feeling of her hand on his growing erection and quickly grabbed her wrist to pull it away. "Honey," he began, breath hitching in his throat when he saw the lust in her eyes. "You're just upset about everything that's happened."

"You're right, Yoonie." She trailed her parted lips over his Adam's apple. "I need you to fuck me until all I can think about is your lips on my skin and your big cock inside of me." She took one of his large hands and placed it between her thighs. "Please..."

He sighed deeply at her touch, not sure how long he could last with her begging like that. Yoongi took his hand from her thighs and ran his thumb over her bottom lip as he had done many times before. "How can I say no to you, beautiful?"

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By the end of the plane ride, the couple had done it twice in the bathroom and passed the rest of the time either sleeping, watching movies, or doing hand-stuff under the blankets they were given. It was ten in the morning when they arrived, but in Seoul, it was late afternoon when they left. They were incredibly tired and slept during the cab ride to the hotel, not being able to truly process that they were on Victoria, an island in Canada.

Yoongi had chosen that spot deliberately, knowing that his lover would get a kick out of it when she was fully awake. But the two were just too exhausted to do anything but pay for their room and collapse on the bed before falling asleep in each other's arms.  

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