Cityscapes (Jumin Han x OC)

Chapter 37

Jumin escorted me into the plane and for the first time, I was really introduced into his life of luxury. It's one thing to see someone with a nice house. It's another to see someone with a multimillion dollar plane. I could never dream of paying for one of these, and meanwhile, for  Jumin, this is his every day. Jumin didn't even look as though he recognized my reaction of pure shock. He took my suitcase up the stairs of the plane, brushing off the various assistants who offered to help, all the while one of them had already loaded his bag into the plane. Elizabeth the 3rd sat in her kennel which Jumin had given me the great responsibility of carrying.

He is a gentleman, just a weird one.

I followed him up the stairs slowly. The press had gathered outside of the airport and were waiting to see this couple's first trip. Jumin had warned me about this. He had dressed incredibly professionally, so I had to follow suit with a low heel, tights, a skirt, and a button down all tied together with a red jacket.  I didn't wave off to the press even though they were obsessing over any slight interaction I gave them.

As soon as we got inside Jumin placed my bag in the single stowing area towards the front of the plane, greeted his pilot, and began to give me a tour of the plane. He began by showing me the stewardess area and the essentials like bathroom and food.

"Right here is where my bodyguards sleep," Jumin said, and sure enough 4 bags had already been stowed away in an area with a couple of bunk beds.

He walked me back, leading me through a conference room. "If there's a meeting, we'll meet in here."

Behind all of that, there was a large seating area which I can only describe as beyond first class. There were seats, but not too many. Enough for a large business trip, but too few for a raging party. That doesn't surprise me anyway. Jumin doesn't seem like the type to have ever even gotten close to having a great big party. That's impressive for a billionaires son.

Finally, Jumin took me to the very back of the plane where there were several larger bedrooms. He showed me one which had a single large bed, and pictures of Elizabeth decorating the wall.

"And we can sleep in here. How's Elizabeth doing?" Jumin asked. I was only slightly shocked he hadn't asked already.

I sat down the kennel and opened it up. Elizabeth immediately burst out and ran around the cabin, and we could hear her bell get quieter as she ran further.

"I think she's okay," I answered, laughing. We could hear Elizabeth scatter all the way back, and she ran to Jumin, placing herself firmly at his feet. He smiled, brighter than I had ever seen before, and picked her up, gently caressing her head.

"I'm so glad she could come this time," he said. I was afraid he might pass out from all the blood rushing to his cheeks as he blushed from the pure excitement of having his cat with him.

"I'm glad you have her," I smiled. Seeing Jumin this happy is a prize within itself. Just as the plane began to take off, Jumin's phone went off.

"It's V," he said, reluctantly. He walked out of the room leaving me alone with Elizabeth. Elizabeth stared into my eyes as if to tell me something. It wasn't often that when looking at Elizabeth I saw sadness in her eyes instead of happiness. It's clear she knows something about Jumin that I don't.

Jumin came back in the room, eyes red as though he'd been crying, but his face was dry with no signs of tears.

"Jumin," I said, standing up immediately. Elizabeth walked to him, snuggling around his leg in order to comfort him. 

"Miran," He mumbled. He hugged me tight, tighter than I could have ever expected, and had his head buried into my neck. He's so much taller than me, so he was nearly kneeling. I could hear him sniff, and take a deep breath. He is crying.