The Pilot || MinJoon

Chapter 9

Jimin stepped inside the cabin of his private jet, looking extremely pleased at how the plane was decorated to suit his personal tastes. The Embraer Lineage 1000E was outfitted with a long couch upholstered in white leather on one side of the main space, and the floor was covered in a plush, light grey carpet. There were eight swiveling reclining seats and even a 55-inch flat TV, making it seem more like a living room than the inside of a jet. Here and there, fresh flowers in white vases brightened up the space, and pillows covered in wool, satin, and silk made the jet feel comfy and cozy. 

Venturing further into the cabin, Jimin discovered a fully functional private bathroom decorated in a Modern Zen style, and beyond that was a bedroom with a queen-sized bed. Flopping down on the ultra soft mattress, he closed his eyes and giggled, excited about taking his first business trip aboard the luxurious jet. He was thinking about changing into something more comfortable when he heard a noise coming from the main cabin. 

"Jimin, you in here?" Namjoon called.

"In here," Jimin answered, and moments later, Namjoon came in, looking like a full course meal in his brand new uniform. 

The young CEO discreetly checked out his pilot, noting the way the raven-haired boy's black slacks emphasized his long legs and strong thighs. Eyes traveling upwards, Jimin couldn't help but pat himself on the back for choosing a short-sleeved uniform for Namjoon. The crisp, white top with epaulets on the shoulders showed off his cut biceps, and his veined forearms were such a turn on for the younger that the sight of them alone made Jimin's mouth water. Namjoon finished off his look with a pair of aviators and a Cartier watch on his wrist, indicating his refined tastes in accessories. 

"Jimin?" Namjoon asked, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Want to take a picture? It lasts longer."

Shooting the pilot an impish grin, Jimin took out his iPhone and snapped a photo of the elder, and his audacity made Namjoon laugh. 

"You're right, it does last longer," Jimin chuckled. He stood up and took a step towards Namjoon, who was leaning languidly against the door frame. 

"Sorry for staring," Jimin said, smiling radiantly at the handsome boy. "You look really good in that uniform."

Jimin's warm greeting emboldened Namjoon. The pilot took several steps towards the young CEO, and he reached out to softly touch Jimin's hair. 

"No apologies needed," Namjoon murmured. "I like the way you look at me."

"Do you?" Jimin said in a teasing voice.

"Yes," Namjoon flirted back. "You can look at me as long as you like. And have I told you how good you look today?"

It was true. Jimin took care to look extra gorgeous today, trying to convince himself that his first flight aboard his own plane warrants a special look. He wore a soft, thin cream t-shirt with a  V-neckline that highlighted his collarbones and showed just a glimpse of his chest. The shirt was paired with a black and gold Haider Ackerman bomber jacket, tight-fitting black jeans, and black Chelsea boots. He also made sure to apply a touch of eyeshadow to give his eyes a smoky look, and a bit of lip tint to make his lips just a touch pinker than its original color. 

Jimin didn't miss the way Namjoon gazed at him appreciatively, and he struggled to breathe properly when the pilot reached out to touch the silver dangling earring on his left ear.

"Pretty," Namjoon rasped. "Very cool. Gorgeous, even. But I guess you know that already."

"Oh, I do," Jimin purred. "But it's nice to be told every now and then."