Last Resort - KTH BTS FanFic - ***Completed

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Frankie tasted the final dish before allowing it to go out to dining area. The staff and filming crew, as well as the boys, had been eating cafeteria-style the entire week they had been in Reykjavik, and she wanted to be sure that they had an honest-to-god meal on their last night there. She had made sure the buffet food had been healthy and delicious, but had definitely saved her heart for this final meal. Giving her team the thumbs-up, the servers came through and laid the beautiful plates onto their trays before walking them out to the waiting tables and the eager diners waiting for them. Taking off her apron and chef's coat, Frankie smoothed out the pretty dress she had worn for the occasion and joined the others.

Standing at the table she shared with the guys and their managers, she stood confidently and waited for all of the plates to be set before speaking, "Thank you for a wonderful experience, this past week," she said loud enough for everyone to hear. "I have been so grateful for this opportunity, and for the many more to come, and I hope you enjoy your food and eat well."

Her Korean was terrible, but she had practised the lines a thousand times with Taehyung, and everyone understood her words and their meaning, giving her a hearty round of applause before digging into their plates. She sat at her own plate, taking a bite of the perfectly-seared scallops and steak, heart brimming as she watched everyone around her widen their eyes in delight. Namjoon didn't have any seafood, as she learned he wasn't a fan, but his steak was cooked to perfection and his smile mirrored Jin's as they complimented the food.

"i knew it would be amazing, but damn," Namjoon said around a small bite, "Frankie, you have outdone yourself."

"Wait until you see what she has in store for her Korean-fusion foods," Taehyung grinned at her adoringly, "Every experiment she has made has been outstanding so far."

"You're going to find your ass on a diet," Jeongguk chided, "I wish I had a sexy noona who would cook for me all day."

"Get your own," Jimin laughed at him, "Besides, we all know that I'm next in line if Tae fucks this up."

"I'm about to fuck you up," Taehyung growled at him, dramatically taking a bite of his food, "Stop talking and eat your damn food."

Frankie laughed, reaching under the table discreetly to squeeze Taehyung's thigh. Management knew of their relationship, of course, but Frankie and Taehyung had agreed to keep it under wraps until at least after the tour, and public displays of affection were out of the question. Squeezing once, she released his thigh and caught his eyes with her own, giving him a smile. He returned it, but still scowled at Jimin when he caught him trying to give Frankie a wink.

"That man has no survival instincts," Taehyung grumbled to her, making her laugh again.

She bumped his shoulder with her own, making him chuckle. He returned to conversing with others around the table, giving her a chance to look at him and admire how...just...good-looking he was. She couldn't believe that men like any of his group existed, but out of all of them, she thought Taehyung was especially god-like.

The company had made him perm his hair, since it had grown so long, but kept it its dark, natural color. It hung over his eyes beautifully, barely covering his eyes and occasionally tangling into his long, thick lashes shen he moved around. The curls at the base of his neck and sideburns near his ears accentuated his defined cheekbones and sharp jaw, and framed his gorgeous mouth. Frankie felt her panties becoming damp, unable to look at him any longer if she didn't want to break the 'No PDA' rule in the middle of dinner. She excused herself from the company, stepping outside to have an after-meal cigarette.

She looked at her pack as she chose a stick and laughed at herself. She had cut down so much in the short time she had spent with Taehyung. He didn't give her too much of a hard time about it, after their first few arguments, but she knew he didn't like it and held off as much as possible when they were spending time together. Which was every free moment.

Lighting it, she inhaled deeply, the burn soothing to her being out of habit. The less she did it, the less it tasted anywhere near pleasant, and she grimaced a little as she exhaled. She wrapped her arms around herself and enjoyed the twilight scenery, the sky beginning to twinkle with stars as the last ghost of light dimmed to darkness. She sighed, thinking of how lucky she was to travel to such an amazing place, to spend time with the man who had broken down her walls and made her smile.

Taking another drag, Frankie coughed as the taste made her gag a little. She thought she felt more full from the meal than she thought she had, and waved off the feeling as the nausea subsided. Stamping the ember out, she returned the leftover stick to her case and tucked it back into her bra before turning to go inside.

"I thought I'd find you out here," she heard his voice before she saw him looking up to meet those coffee eyes she adored.

"Hey," she smiled, "I need to go tell the staff to clean up, but I'm ready to go back whenever you guys are."

"The rest are going out for drinks," he gestured back to the door, "But I'd rather not be hungover when we get on the plane tomorrow."

"That's a wise choice," she grinned, "Plus, I'm pretty tired anyway."

"You've been saying that a lot," Taehyung's eyes looked at her in concern, "Are you sure you're not getting sick?"

"I've been keeping an eye on it," Frankie assured him, "No fever or cough or anything. No dizziness, just tired a lot. Probably the traveling and the time changes."

Taehyung nodded, his face showing that he wasn't completely convinced, but not pressing any further. He stepped forward and pulled her into a hug, resting his chin on top of her head as he relished the feeling of her in his arms.

"Let's take off, then," he suggested quietly, "Let me run you a bath and put you to bed. You worked hard today. Dinner was amazing, by the way."

Frankie giggled, hugging him tightly in thanks for his compliment before letting him go. She let him lead her back inside the building so she could check on her crew, and again to the boys so she could say her goodbyes. Settling her into the car, he drove them to their hotel, where the company let them discreetly share a room, and fulfilled his promise to help her relax and sleep.