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idol omega taehyung's heat suddenly strikes during his 18-hour flight and the only person he trusts in the plane is his manager, alpha jungkook.
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"I don't know why you're even rushing me. It's my plane which I used with my money!" Taehyung whines, the pout on his lips forming.
Jungkook stays unfazed by the idol's actions, typing away in his personalised matte mac book and taking glances from his black planner.
When Taehyung notices Jungkook wasn't looking up at him anytime soon, he takes this as an opportunity to stare.
He carefully studies the younger's features; how his eye lashes brushed across his cheeks when he blinked, how his doe eyes looked so adorable when he looked determined to do something.
His lips were pulled into a pout, an old habit of his that Taehyung almost immediately noticed after only a week of working with him.
Jungkook was, by far, the most handsome man, most handsome alpha Taehyung's ever laid eyes on.
"Maybe if you stopped whining and actually took the time reflecting on the mistake you made today, you would be apologising to the officials at the airport." Jungkook says, finally looking up from his laptop's screen.
"They adjusted their schedule for you, Taehyung. Could you be at least be thankful for that?" Jungkook asks.
Taehyung feels small under his manager's deep gaze, his pout intensifies after being scolded.
"But I didn't know they adjusted stuff for me... I'm sorry.." Taehyung mumbles as he squishes his hands between the sides of his knees.
Jungkook sighs, closing his eyes to try and relieve the throbbing headache he was currently battling.
"I'm sorry for my tone, Tae. I didn't mean to upset you. It's just... today, and the following weeks, are such important days for me. For you. I can't help but feel nauseas at the thought of messing up everything for you." Jungkook says, the bags under his eyes showing the effects of stress.
Taehyung quickly transfers from one seat to another, sitting beside Jungkook.
The idol rests his head on his manager's shoulder and starts softly patting his built chest.
"Stay calm, relax. I promise to behave myself during the tour." Taehyung promises.
"Pinky promise it." Jungkook demands.
Taehyung chuckles at his manager and hooks their pinkies together, pressing both their thumbs after.
Taehyung flashes Jungkook his iconic boxy smile before transferring back to his seat, already missing the warm and comfort Jungkook's body had to offer.
As Taehyung continued his staring session on Jungkook, his mind wanders off to the conversation he had with Jimin hours prior; when he was packing his luggage for his tour.
"I mean, I can't blame you. His face screams baby while his body screams daddy. He can cook, he can sing, he can dance, he can perform. He's responsible enough to become your parent and he's ready to basically risk his life for you!" Jimin exclaims, throwing himself on Taehyung's bed.
"You're exaggerating." Taehyung rolls his eyes.
"Am I?" Jimin challenges.
"Remember that one time when you slipped on stage while practicing your choreography? You were about to fall off the 6-foot platform, Taehyung. But what did Jungkook do? He dropped everything he had in his hands, the mics, his phone and the script when he rushed over to you and took your blow. He had to suffer a sprained ankle and muscle pains after having to catch your heavy ass." Jimin says.
