Unhinged; Han Jisung.

twenty eight.

-a visual for the jet interior:

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Jeanne and Jinx walked into the jet before you, then you dragged Taejun into the jet and threw him down into the seat. He looked up at you with a disgusting smirk plastered on his face, and you had to stop looking at him.

"Y/N?" Jeanne said, so you looked over at her. "Can I take a nap?"

"Of course. You can lay on the couch in the back. I'll get you a pillow and a blanket."

She nodded and both her and Jinx went to the back and laid down. The pilots gave you a few extra pillows and blankets, so you took them to the back and laid them on the chair across from Jeanne. You grabbed a pillow and gently slipped it under her head as she was already asleep, then covered her with a blanket. You gave Jinx a quick pat on the head before going back to the couch in the front and sitting across from Taejun.

"She doesn't deserve to sleep." He said.

You shrugged. "You don't deserve to sit in such a nice chair. Life isn't fair."

You heard loud footsteps against the stairs of the jet and looked over at the doorway. Jisung ran in, panting and making direct eye contact with you. You didn't give him a reaction and looked towards the back of the plane, where Jeanne and Jinx laid.

Jisung walked passed you and sat in the chair on the other side of the aisle and watched you. He didn't understand why you wouldn't talk to him, all he wanted was to hear your voice.

"Agent L/N." One of the pilots said as he popped his head out of the cockpit. "Are we ready?"

"Yeah."

"Alright. If anybody needs anything, please ask."

"Thank you." You smiled as he disappeared back into the cockpit, and you looked at Jisung. "I don't know why you felt it necessary to ride with us."

"I was thinking the same-" Jisung gave Taejun a dirty look and Taejun shut his mouth. "Sorry."

Jisung looked at you, his eyes sparkling.
"Please talk to me."

You scoffed. "I don't even know where to start."

Your boyfriend sighed, knowing that you were unsure of how to feel. He knew he'd be upset if he was in your shoes, so he tried not to be too pushy, but he was getting really tired of the silent treatment.

"My stomach hurts." Taejun pouted. "Maybe you could get me some ice, Y/N."

"Go to sleep. Then you won't think about it." You bit. "And I won't have to deal with you for a couple hours."

A little while later, Taejun finally fell asleep and it was just you and Jisung. He had been staring at you for a while, until he finally got up and grabbed your wrist. He walked you to the back of the jet, and grabbed your waist.

"Please talk to me, baby." He whispered. "Tell me what I did wrong."

You shook your head and pressed your lips into a thin line. "You didn't do anything wrong, Jisung. I know why you did it, you did it to protect me and I'm grateful, I am, but-" your voice broke. "I thought you were dead, Jisung. It got bad and I don't even know where to start."

He looked down at your arms, then back at you. "Why don't you start with the scars on your arms?"

"I had an episode in the hospital. Scratched myself until I bled, then I couldn't remember doing it."

He sighed and pulled you to his chest, holding the back of your head with one of his hands, the other on your back. You had been wanting to hug him, but you didn't know how to feel or what to say, but now you indulged in his embrace.

"I missed you, Y/N, so much. I wish I could've told you what was going on, but I knew that you'd want to come with, and I couldn't have you in the same city as the people threatening you." He whispered. "But that still didn't stop you."

You sobbed into his t-shirt. "I'm just glad that you're alive."

"I know." He whispered as he pulled back and placed a gentle kiss on your lips, then a longer one right after. "I didn't want to leave you right after we lost the baby. I wanted to be there for you so bad. I'm sorry, Y/N."

"Me too, Jisung."

He sighed and grabbed your hand, pulling you to the chairs in the middle of the aisle. You both sat down and he played with your hair.

"Would you like to tell me about the dog and the girl?" He asked.

"The dog is Jinx. Blade got him for me after I spiraled and he's my service dog now. He's a retired military search and rescue dog." You informed. "You really don't know who the girl is?"

"No. Should I?"

"She was one of Taejun's cell members." You said. "She's only fifteen. I told her I'd help her."

"That sounds like something you'd do." He chuckled. "What's her name?"

"Jeanne Ricci."

He hummed and placed a kiss on top of your head. "How'd you find out about the parking garage?"

"Jeanne told me. Helped me out of the warehouse then led me all the way to the parking garage. I need to tell her how thankful I am for that."

"Wait," he paused. "Warehouse? What warehouse?"

You smiled tiredly. "I'll explain later, promise. Right now, I just really want to enjoy your company. I thought I'd never get to hold your hand again."

He slipped his hand into yours very gently. "You can hold my hand for the rest of my life, Y/N."

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