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December 23rd.
I start to wonder if I was going to be late, so I ran through the sparsely packed airport, bumping into a few people ahead of me, until I got to the check-in desk and heard the most absurd thing for my haste.
The last thing I wanted to hear was that my flight would be delayed. I mentally cursed myself a million times for not listening to my mother and buying a ticket well before Christmas.
And now I was here at the airport, on a cloudy morning on the 23rd, the day before the Christmas celebration for us, nursing the information that my flight would be delayed for many hours because of the thick rain outside, and probably all over Tokyo.
I had already checked out of the hotel and there was no prediction of when the flight would depart, so, as tiring as it was, I'd just have to wait at the airport, doing whatever the hell it was, prowling around this huge place with no entertainment.
I looked everywhere and thought about buying some Christmas presents for the family - yes, I didn't even had time to buy anything, that's life. It would be for my mom and dad mainly, since both of them had bought all the presents for all the family members, consequently with my name on them as well - I become an adult, but the child doesn't leave me.
There was a large space filled with stores. I looked slowly through some of them to see if there were any not so expensive and good quality products that my parents would like. For my mother, I thought about buying scented candles and small bouquets. She loves them and they would be a nice decoration. For my father, I think I would buy a wine. Perfect gifts that they would love.
I was so attentive that I didn't even notice the people that I bumped into. However, at a certain moment I bumped into someone and, for the misfortune that continued to be this day, I knocked over everything that the being was holding. I mentally cursed myself for the second time that day and bent down to help.
"Gee, I'm sorry, I didn't see you..." I mumbled without even stopping to think if the person spoke Korean or any other language, after all, we were in Japan. I picked up the countless pictures scattered on the floor in the middle of the airport. The guy in front of me just laughed.
"Oh, you're Korean?" He said surprised, in Korean. Great, my Japanese was stuck. "Okay." We collected everything and stood up. "I'm the one who shouldn't be walking around the airport full of papers." I handed him what I had collected. Did I mention that these were photographs? And, holy shit, what photographs! If they are his, he has an amazing eye for that. "Thanks." He smiled serenely and I reciprocated.
And then he walked away, heading off to God knows where. Damn it, come back and tell me your name, hot mister, I thought to myself and huffed, getting out of there on my way, which I didn't even know where to.
I kept walking, with my head full of thougths, until I saw a store with several products, but what caught my attention were the candles. I smiled when I saw a bunch of them, with different scents. I smiled when I saw a bunch of them, of different scents and shapes - I didn't know they could have so many types of scented candles.
I walked slowly looking through the vast shelf with several of them and stopped at the end, seeing some white candles shaped like flowers and smiled, thinking they were beautiful. I went to pick it up, but my hand ended up bumping into another one that was intending the same thing as me.
"Sorry." I heard the sweet voice again and turned to stare at him.
"It's okay." I smiled and he did the same.
"You can keep this one, there are several others."
"Thanks..." I spoke half-heartedly and he just nodded, took another and walked away, but not before laughing weakly. He was adorable... Taehyung, control yourself!
Not caring much about what happened, I took it quickly before someone else decided to take the same candle as me, and went to the cashier. I thanked the attendant and then left the store. With a small bag in my hands and all wrapped up, I began to feel hungry.
I knew that the flight would only take place when the rain stopped, and it was raining heavily, so I opted for just a hot chocolate for the moment - and later I could eat something. I walked until I found a counter nearby with some snacks, coffees, sweets and my chocolate.
I waited patiently in line while the man in front of me ordered three snacks, two coffees, a gummy candy, and several, several napkins. I smiled gently as he left and it was my turn.
"Good morning, sir. Do you already know what you're going to order?"
"Hm... I'll have a hot chocolate with plenty of milk and whipped cream."
I paid him and so took the bill to wait for it to be delivered. As I turn around, I am faced with the same guy I have met twice, now three times, in less than two hours. Stalking?
"Are you following me?" He said, as if reading my thoughts, and laughed amused.
"I was just about to ask you that!" I gave him room to place his order while I went to the next counter, waiting for mine to be ready. He stopped next to me, leaning over the counter, waiting as well. I looked him up and down. Yummy.
"Where are the photographs?" I inquired.
"I put them in the folder, somehow, I got it!" He gasped, as if it had been a big job. "Thanks." He said and picked up his coffee at the same time I picked up the hot chocolate.
"Besides following me, you bought the same gift as I did." He laughed, leaving a perfect smile on his lips, showing me his big teeth, like a big rabbit's.
"It's not my fault if I thought it would match my grandmother." He shrugged taking a sip and the only thing the idiot, me, did was look closely at the movement he made with his tongue out, claiming it was too hot, and I imagined him- So, Kim, control yourself! He seemed to understand, as he laughed softly.
"Yeah... Did you buy it for your grandmother?" He nodded. "Oh, I bought it for my omma." He nodded again, going back to his coffee, without even looking at me.
I didn't know if he wanted to chat, apparently not. As cute and hot as he was, I tried to ignore this fact and ignore him. After all, I didn't even know him, it wouldn't make any difference to him if I left. I cleared my throat, turned around and started walking slowly looking at my hot chocolate and savoring it, walking God knows where. I don't know anything about this world.
I felt a warm air on my side and deduced that someone had approached and so I looked in the direction, spotting the same man walking at the same speed as me, on my side, also looking at his drink.
"What's your drink?" I frowned.
"Hot chocolate with whipped cream." He shook his head and I clenched my eyes in his direction. What does he want anyway?
"Now, in fact, you're following me!" I inferred, laughing anasaly.
"Indeed." He winked at me and I almost died. Almost. "I met you three times at this airport, so it's only fair that we at least have a friendly chat."
"What? You think it's fate?" I continued with the playful smile on my face. He shrugged.
"I don't know, maybe." he spoke seriously looking down at his coffee and I arched my eyebrows slightly.
"What time is your flight?" I asked trying to sound interested as we walked to.... I don't know where!
"It got delayed because of the rain." I imagined. Most had been delayed or canceled.
"Where is it to?"
"Daegu." He's fucking kidding me, right? I stopped walking, looking at him seriously, and he stopped a little further ahead, looking at me with confusion. I approached him again, laughing.
"Fuck you." I gave him a gentle shove on the shoulder, still laughing and walking back, and he looked at me completely confused.
"What did I do?"
"My flight is also to Daegu." He continued to stand still, and I widened my eyes as I heard a loud laugh, probably getting a lot of people's attention. "Are you crazy?" I whispered, turning to him and pulling him by the wrist, whose said laugh continued. "Stop laughing, for God's sake!"
"You see? Fate!" He practically shouted, and I gave him a scolding look.
We got to a place where there were several benches, with a few people on some, and we sat on the last ones. All the way there, the blessed man still had a smile on his face. I stood up to throw the glass in the trash and he did the same as me. I sat back down and sighed, watching him. Yes, it was a rather unusual situation. I didn't imagine that the delay of my flight would give me company.
I grabbed my cell phone and headphones, put on some music, and leaned my head against the wall behind me, closing my eyes. I listened to two whole songs, and when I was at the beginning of the third, I decided to open my eyes, since I had been feeling a heavy gaze on me for a few minutes. He was looking at me, smiling serenely, his eyes shining. I took off both headphones and laughed anasalously at his face. He continued to stare at me.
"What?"
"Nothing." he said calmly. "What's your name?"
"Taehyung. Kim Taehyung." He smiled wider. What's going on, God? What a beautiful smile. I even realized now, looking at his smile more closely, that he had a totally stimulating little dot below his lip.... Wait, what, "What about you?"
"Jeongguk. Jeon Jeongguk." He mimicked me and I struggled not to smile. We stared at each other for a while and I thought that if I continued like this for another few minutes, I might faint from staring into those deep, big passionate eyes...
"So," I cleared my throat. "Why are you going to Daegu?"
"To spend Christmas." I looked at him seriously, which he understood that I would do the same. "'Fate...'" He hummed and I rolled my eyes. " With the family?" he asked still smiling - he never stops smiling, does he? My death is near - and I sighed, nodding, already knowing his reaction. That's right, he laughed.
"Yeah, but there's no fate there, ok, it's Christmas time!" He tried not to laugh at my failed attempt at an argument. "And what were you doing in Tokyo?" I asked interestedly, turning around in my chair, putting one leg under the other, facing him. I propped one hand under my chin.
"I'm a photographer, as you can tell by the pictures you knocked over that time." He teased and I rolled my eyes." Well, I'm trying to get more professional and have it as a serious job." My eyes sparkled.
Could he be any more amazing? I hate a cliché, but loving to live one. To achieve perfection, all that's left is for him to like the same things I do - I giggled nervously.
"So, Tokyo was my backdrop this time for the records." I stopped for a few moments to watch him and imagine him walking around the city, seeing the sights, analyzing the pictures he took and smiling at them, extremely enjoyable.... I don't understand where so much naughtiness is coming from. Heat? "And you?"
"I'm an artist, I paint canvases." Jeongguk arched his eyebrows slightly and looked surprised. "I went to an art event. I really like to go when it's happening, in bigger cities especially." I smiled remembering when I walked into the gallery and was able to grace myself with the most beautiful paintings and sculptures.
"Wow..." Jeongguk gasped silly, making me blush. He huffed, looking away. "Cool, I mean, this is amazing... But anyway, I'm going to Daegu only because my family is there for Christmas. I live in Busan, and I'm from there." He spoke and I nodded, "And you, are you really from Daegu?"
"I am!" I quickly answered before he thought I am also from Busan and this was another work of fate.
"Good thing our flight was delayed." I heard as Jeongguk whispered. I started laughing, covering my mouth with one hand.
"Why? Wouldn't it be force of fate if we sat side by side in the airplane?" I stopped laughing and got serious suddenly, seeing his amused smile. "Idiot, check your seat." I took my ticket and located on that long piece of paper my seat. 17-B, I read in my thoughts.
"17-A."
"Bye, I quit." I stood up to start walking and get rid of that weird situation that was happening, but he quickly pulled me by the arm, making me sit down again, but closer to him. Jeongguk looked at me confused, took the paper from my hand, and started laughing outrageously. I propped my elbows on my knees and placed my hands on my face. "What a ridiculous thing..." I muttered to myself.
"I can't believe it..." He said more to himself and ceased his laughter. I glared at him and Jeon raised his hands in surrender and I huffed, impatient. I was happy, of course, but this was too crazy.
"It feels like we're in the middle of a movie..." He just watched me, still laughing, waiting for me to continue. "Meeting at an airport, meeting three times by fate, according to you, sitting together on the plane, and then in the end we get togeth-"
I rolled my eyes and covered my mouth with one hand. I stopped talking the moment I realized how that sentence would end. And by the way, it wouldn't end very well. He probably wouldn't like it and would slowly get up and walk out of there without even looking back, and I would bitterly regret having said what I did.
But, no, none of this happened. On the contrary. He just smiled, flashing all his teeth - this man never stops with that perfect smile, what a pain in the ass - and I found it strange. I kept looking at him with wide eyes and covering my mouth, and he kept looking at me with that charming grin.
"Are you hungry? It's already lunchtime." I just nodded slowly, taking my hand away from my face and softening my expression.
We got up and I was trying to understand why he continued to stand next to me and even continued to talk to me. I practically told him that we were going to be together, but he continued to treat me the same, or even better. Tell me that he's gay or he likes men, God, please.
As we walked to the food court he kept his hands on my waist, not as a way to guide me there, but as a way to... Okay, if I saw such a scene, I would say they were boyfriends, and Jeongguk kept a silly smile on his face as we walked to our destination, even without making eye contact to me.
How can he be so sure that I am interested in him the way he is in me? Wait, how can I be as sure that he's interested in me as I am in him? Aigoo, what a mess in my head... I think I just confessed that I am interested in him. Too much interest for one head.
"Where do you want to go?" He asked me, looking into my eyes. Jeongguk raised his hand - which I just realized was tattooed, i can feel death - and brought it close to my face, pushing away a stray thread across my forehead. I shivered and tried to breathe; his other hand was still on my waist.
"I don't know, I want something quick and something that fills me up." I looked away. "That hot chocolate was small."
"Do you want to look for Bibimbap?" I coughed, but didn't look at him.
"I love Bibimbap." I felt him laughing beside me, but I continued without facing him.
"'Let's go, then. I'm craving for it." I tried to hold back my laughter at the way he had spoken. "We can have another coffee later, I love coffee. Another one for me, and hot chocolate for you. I mean, if you want, of course, but-"
"All right!" I cut him off, starting to laugh. Fucking adorable. "Let's go then, I'm starving."
We were walking and talking. It wasn't long before we reached the food court and found, thankfully, a korean restaurant selling Japchae. Ok, I was very happy at the moment.
We sat down and the waiter came towards us and took our orders. We talked about our lives, what we did in more detail, what we will do in the future. It didn't take more than twenty minutes, after much talk about Jeongguk and his ironically not crazy childhood, finally our orders arrived and we started to eat. My God, I don't know which of the two things in front of me is tastier...
Still talking, I found out that Jeon is 25 years old and travels much more in South Korea taking pictures of the landscapes he encounters, which is his specialty. He has his own angles, which is his differential, and tries to create series with patterns. And I almost fell in love listening to him explaining to me so charmingly about photography.
I told him that I am 27 years old, and made a point to explain, also passionately, about art, paintings, canvases, sculptures, and everything else I loved about it. And he just stared at me with his little eyes so.... Aish.
"Are you dating, hyung?" He asked me in surprise, since two minutes ago we were talking about my paintings that I was showing him.
"No... And you?" he smiled and denied with his head. And continued with that fucking smile on his face. Argh!
"My brother keeps trying to set me up with someone, saying that I only date my photographs." He laughed, interspersing his gaze on mine and the food in front of him, which was already running low.
"I guess I'm like that too." I tried to laugh along, but I was too embarrassed.
"And if I were to start with someone, the person would have to understand this passion of mine." I agreed.
"Yes, I have that with my art." I wiped my mouth. "My ex, he didn't like the-"
And for the second time in the day, I rolled my eyes and covered my mouth. Congratulations, Taehyung, you little shit. I closed my eyes wanting to avoid any embarrassment whatsoever and grimaced, cursing myself fully and mentally for the third time that blessed day. I had just revealed myself to date men, even if I have my doubts about Jeongguk's interest. I don't what he thinks about it, he can just be one of those assholes who doesn't appreciate it.
Even though, also, I have an interest in him. I think this has now gone from interest to physical and sentimental attraction - and intellectual, he is a smart hot bastard. Don't count that as liking, just an attraction. Strong, a cliff, but it is an attraction, however attracted.... Almost a magnet! But it's just an attraction, only.
I kept my eyes closed waiting for the worst to come, for him to just walk away, dumping me at that table by myself, talking so much shit, even more so for someone he just met. But by my body temperature, he was still there, I could still feel the heat in front of me, but I didn't have the courage to open my eyes, I didn't want to face him.
"What?" I opened it and he was looking at me confused. I sighed already expecting the worst that was to come. "Your ex didn't like art?" I blinked for a few seconds until I came back to the real world and repeated his question in my head. I just nodded. He squeezed his eyes shut. "Your art?" I continued with a somewhat astonished expression, but tried to stay alive in the dialogue. I nodded again. "Is he a dumbass? How could anyone not like your art?" He pointed to my cell phone, since that's where I showed my canvases from. "'It's perfect.'" Did he really say that? "Seriously, he's an asshole, he still is." He snorted and I continued to stare at him in surprise.
What the hell happened here?
"You..." I cleared my throat. "You don't care?" I referred to the fact that I was gay, but he looked at me completely indignant.
"What do you mean I don't care, Tae hyung? I just said the guy's a dick for not liking the-"
"I didn't mean about that!" I spoke quickly, yet low, before he continued speaking. He stared at me for a while.
"What are you talking about, then?" He asked calmly.
"About the fact that..." I sighed. "That it was a, a man.... And not a... Woman!" He laughed weakly.
"The last thing I'm going to care about would be that..." He paused, and I was still wide-eyed. They just don't want to go back to normal. "Because my ex was a man too." Wide eyes now in surprise, and I didn't know what to say. So he liked men too? Great.
"Well..." I scratched the back of my neck, managing to move around. "Good to know." The courage came and went when I see him lower his arm and stand with his tattooed hand close to mine.
We stare at each other for a while. I guess nurturing the information that he's probably gay made me more interested in him, made me more attracted to him, and mostly made me have a sudden urge to kiss him at this very moment since his lips were so inviting.
I just wouldn't do it because we are in public, and also because I'm a conscientious man, I don't kiss anyone, even more in public. Shame always speaks louder, that's all.
I offered to go and pay soon, since I was having an anxiety and nervous breakdown. Death visiting me early. As soon as we paid, we left the restaurant wondering where we were going now, and as I looked at the small bag in my hands, I remembered my father's gift that I also wanted to buy.
I told Jeongguk and he asked me if I already had something in mind, and so I commented about the wine. We walked along still talking and looking for a wine store that I vaguely remembered we had passed by at some point between the benches and the restaurant.
"Good afternoon." I spoke as we entered the store.
"Good afternoon, do you any need help?" The attendant asked me, but just like that she looked away from Jeongguk and it looked like she was eating him with her eyes, just like him and I were doing a few minutes ago. At least he wouldn't return her gaze either, I hope.
"No, thank you." I spoke harshly and she didn't even answer me.
I huffed, leaving Jeon behind and walking into the store, looking for some wine that was a match for my father. I arrived at the wine area and looked through several, from several different countries and years. I tried to remember which taste is his favorite and spotted it a little higher up. I picked it up and went to the cashier, trying to be quick with the payment. I wanted to get out of there.
"Did you buy it?" Jeongguk reached my side and I just nodded, turning my gaze forward.
"Thank you." I spoke and walked out of the store, not even waiting for him.
"Considering that we've met today," He caught up with me. "I don't think it's fair that I let you get jealous." He laughed amused and I rolled my eyes.
"I'm not jealous." I said seriously. Who am I kidding?
"I'm sorry, angel, but you can't fake it." he patted myself twice on the shoulder and huffed.
"You're an idiot."
"If you must know, I didn't even look at her." I looked at him deadly out of the corner of my eye. "I didn't even return the look she was giving me." I looked straight ahead again. "Little does she know that we like the same thing." I tried at all costs to ignore him. "If she'd hit on you, literally, I would be liking the exact same thing she's. " I didn't look at him, and didn't contain my smile.
Distracted with thoughts about the words Jeongguk had just said, I ended up accidentally bumping into someone.
"Oh, sorry." I spoke calmly and the man just smiled, already walking away. I looked forward again to get ready to walk.
"Hey!" Jeongguk exclaimed pulling me by the arm and I looked at him confused. "You can't be fated to someone else, you're mine!" I started laughing uncontrollably as he continued to pull me to God knows where! "Stop laughing and try not to bump into anyone else!" He whispered seriously, still pulling me and I just laughed.
"How do you expect me not to bump into anyone if I'm not even walking straight?" I continued laughing and he snorted.
"Bump into me if you want. But only me." I saw him run his tongue along the inside of his cheek.
"You are... A well-committed fate believer." Now I was the one who kept laughing; he looked at me indignantly.
"Believer? My goodness..." He let go of me when we got to a more spacious place that fewer people were passing by. "You looked like a drunk now, you know that, right?" He asked and I laughed debauchedly.
"Oh sure, like you know how I look when I'm drunk."
"I wish I did." He smiled mischievously and I got serious. "There, you're back with the annoyance."
"You can tell all the actions and reactions of people when you meet them in less than twenty-four hours, can you?" We sat down on a nearby bench.
"According to you, I am a 'believer' of fates." He made quotation marks with his hands on the word. "I need to at least try to know people by their gestures alone." He spoke shrugging and I looked at him smiling.
"Charming."
"I know, I know, thank you."
We stopped talking for a few minutes, just watching the traffic, and I realized from the corner that I had Jeongguk's gaze on me several times - and in silence. In a moment when I was lost in thought, I feel something touch my hand, and I quickly glanced down.
Jeongguk slowly took my hand, but not to entwine it in his, which I wouldn't complain about despite my surprise, he just took it, put it on his lap, and opened it, leaving the palm up. I watched this whole slow movement as he stared at my hand.
"What, can you predict people's futures now too?" I couldn't help myself, laughing anasaly, and he just stared at me more seriously, making me swallow my dry mouth and look straight ahead.
"You have a beautiful hand." He spoke and so I felt him caressing, causing my whole body to shiver and I mentally cursed myself for the fourth time this day for feeling that, closing my eyes.
Jeon continued to caress me and after a few beautiful minutes of him touching my hand, I slowly opened my eyes and stared at him. He was smiling serenely, also staring at me. He had an absurdly enchanting smile on his lips - I could easily be interested in knowing all the smiles of this man.
"I like to stare at you."
"Did you look at me a lot during these hours?" I asked with a grin on my face and he laughed nodding.
"I'm glad I'm getting this chance."
I blushed heavily and apparently he noticed, smiling. We continued to stare at each other, so he placed his hand on mine, and in a split second, with my head on the other side of the world, without even thinking once, I slowly closed my hand, until they were intertwined, making me surprised by my own act, and, even more, by the smile and the sparkling eyes that formed in his expression. I couldn't help myself, and so I returned the smile, blushing afterwards.
"Did I mention that you're very beautiful?" That's it, people, death has definitely arrived. I was sure I looked like a strawberry shortcake, but I smiled broadly, narrowed my eyes again, and bowed my head, totally embarrassed. I looked at him again and laughed weakly, then denied it with my head. "Well then know." He blinked and I nodded, still smiling broadly.
"You too..." I spoke with my voice failing, because of embarrassment. "Are!" We were staring at each other, until my cell phone started ringing and broke the barrier of brightness between us. "Sorry." I uncrossed our hands, which I really didn't want to do, and reached for the device in my pants pocket. "Hello?"
"Kim Taehyung!" I heard her shout. She calls me that reasonably when she's upset. "Where are you? "She asked seemingly in anger.
"Omma!" I exclaimed for my mother to calm down. "Sorry I didn't call, but it's just that the flight was delayed and-"
"Ah, don't give me any obvious information, Taehyung!" She spoke loudly again and I sighed. "You were supposed to be here at eleven o'clock in the morning, and do you know what time is now?" I rolled my eyes at how childish and uncalled for she was being. "Exactly," But I didn't even say anything... "Three o'clock in the afternoon!"
"Omma, calm down!" I spoke and could hear my father's voice in the background. "I'm sorry, ok? It's just that I was so nervous at the moment, I went to do.... Things, through the airport, that I didn't even realize I should've called to let you know." There was a silence and so I heard her sigh, and soon I sighed, knowing that she had calmed down.
"It's okay, Taetae, I'm sorry. But you're coming today, right?" She asked fearfully. "Tomorrow is Christmas..."
"Probably." I spoke leaning back in the seat. "I'm going to look up flight information." She mumbled something I couldn't hear. "And I promise to call as soon as I know anything, or else at flight time!"
"Okay, honey! But I also called to let you know that in addition to our family, your appa has invited a friend from his work who is in town, and he's coming coming with his family."
"Ok..."
"Have a good flight!" she said excitedly.
"Thanks, omma! Say hi to appa."
"Bye, Tae."
"I think I could hear your omma's nervous screams from here." Jeongguk said laughing amusedly and I slapped him lightly on the shoulder.
"Let's go find out about the flight, I don't want to arrive after Christmas."
We went to the check-in counter, which was in front of us, to find out more about our flight. I guess I still haven't thanked God for making all this rain, for making my flight late, for making me bump into Jeongguk three times, otherwise I don't even know what the hell I'd be doing if it wasn't for his company, which, I have to confess, is one of the best I've ever had in all these years of life.
Jeon, I could tell at this point, brought me a lot of calm and joy, that's enough. Was it really as he said... Fate?
At the moment our flight was seven hours late, which is not at all usual, but by now the rain had stopped quite a bit, and I think we might be able to take off - since Daegu is less than two hours away. We got the information that in less than half an hour they would call for the flight, and Jeongguk got scared, ran out pulling me and leaving the attendant confused, talking to himself.
We were running for God knows why and to God knows where. All I know is that I could hear Jeongguk mumbling something like 'our coffee and chocolate isn't getting left behind!' making me laugh, and so, both of us running, he intertwined his hand with mine, making my whole body goose bumps again. Bless Jeon Jeongguk.
"What are you having?" he asked breathlessly when we got in line and I could only imagine him like this, panting in my ear, low, after a nice sex- "Taehyung?" I heard him calling me and looked at him intently. Heat, for sure.
"What?" he laughed and analyzed me for a few seconds.
"You know... You haven't said my name yet." I looked at him without understanding. What was the need?
"What's the difference?"
"I want to hear you say my name." I wanted to laugh so hard. God, what kind of man is this?
"Okay..." We stared at each other, as if he was waiting for me to speak his name. "Jeongguk..." I tried to speak as best I could, not too desperate, and not too sexy. A mixture that made him smile satisfied.
"I like it. You speak it beautifully."
"I know, Jeongguk. Thanks, Jeongguk!" he laughed biting his lower lip, touching his piercing, making his pinky more visible, making me stare at it longer than necessary. "I like that dot of yours..." I spoke lower, still staring at him, but unconsciously raising my hand to touch it.
And in a split second that seemed more like a thousandth of a second, he quickly moved closer and gave me a kiss so fast that I barely had time to taste his lips more precisely. I had time to process by staring him in the eyes and slowly touching my lips which were quickly sealed by his.
The line moved on, and he - blushing and smiling foolishly - walked along with it, while I stood still, staring into nothing, surprised and still with my hand close to my lips. Someone nudged me behind me and I looked quickly, seeing a woman, who pointed forward, as if to tell me to walk. I smiled embarrassed and thus returned to Jeongguk's side.
"Sorry."
He spoke lowering his head, and as soon as he stood up looking straight ahead, I smiled and moved closer, quickly putting my face in front of his and giving him another quick kiss. I'm gonna go crazy around this man, mark my words. I smiled embarrassed and so did he, with a twinkle in his eyes.
When it was our turn, Jeongguk ordered our drinks and I stood as close to him as possible, just to have his warmth next to me. The attendant told us the price and so I reached for my wallet in my pocket, but as I went to approach, Jeongguk pulled my hand away and handed over an amount of cash that would pay for both of us.
"What are you doing?" I asked indignantly.
"Being a gentleman." He winked at me.
"No, Jeongguk, you don't have to."
"Just take the money before he gets annoying." He spoke to the attendant in front of us, who laughed taking the money from Jeon's hand.
"Don't do it!" I spoke seriously and the hot guy next to me held me by the arms.
"'Just do it!" He started laughing.
"Don't!"
"Do it!"
"No!"
"You better take it or else we won't be getting out of here anytime soon!" He looked at me smiling, his face so close to mine, making me completely forget the situation and I just smiled blushing. I ran my hands over my face and huffed, "You should thank me, hyung." He whispered and stole another kiss pulling me by the hand then to the next counter, leaving me totally bewildered. We reached the counter and as we were handed our cups, I turned forward to stare into those big, penetrating, and... Yes, passionate eyes.
"Thank you." I murmured smiling and then sipped my drink.
"Boarding for flight 747 through gate 2." I widened my eyes.
"That's our flight! Let's go?" I held out my hand and he took it, entwining his fingers in mine.
And then, off we went to board Flight 747 through Gate 2, holding hands, silly smiles on our faces. Fate. I have to make a mental note to start believing in these things. Where would I imagine that in real life something like this could happen? Is this some sort of fanfiction?
I finished my chocolate and threw it in a nearby trash can that we passed, and so Jeongguk did the same.
We arrived at the gate, handed in our tickets, our passports again, and so we headed for the plane. All the way there, all the movements, without even letting go of each other's hands, they remained firm, and only loosened up when we entered the plane and had to go through that small corridor, with people putting their asses on you, pushing you, not letting you pass.
Finally we spotted our seats and without thinking much, we walked a little faster and within seconds we were already seated, hands clasped together again, on my lap, while I watched the traffic inside the plane, mainly to see if anyone would sit next to us. Please, God, Jah, Allah, Zeus, let no one sit beside us, thank you.
"Psst."
Jeongguk caught my attention with that minimal whisper and I looked at him, the said with a sappy smile on his face. He moved closer and I smiled. Finally, he sealed my lips a little longer. He stayed like that until he touched his tongue to my lower lip, making my whole body shiver for the third time that day just by touching him. As Master Yoda would say: drive me crazy, he will; drive him crazy, I will.
I opened my mouth slowly, and then he entered it with his warm, soft tongue, making me shudder even more and my heart race in an unaccustomed way. Our hands were still intertwined, and, with my free hand, I put it on the back of his neck, and his free hand on my waist, pulling me closer to him. We separated from the kiss, and so we stood staring at each other and smiling.
"You're a good kisser." Jeon said.
"Good. Imagine if I wasn't." He rolled his eyes laughing weakly. "Think about it, you're in love, then you come over to kiss me after all the time we've been holding hands and I'm a bad kisser.... Wow."
"Love?" He asked with a silly smile and I was surprised by what I had said myself. Congratulations, you little shit, just keep making a fool of yourself.
"Oh, you know what I mean." I just ignored him and snuggled into the comfortable chair, looking straight ahead. He just laughed. I told my mother I was leaving and she said she was already waiting for me at home.
After a few minutes, it was already a little after six in the afternoon. They had already taken off and we were already in the sky and, as this natural phenomenon of the sunset was beautiful today, more beautiful than ever, I took my cell phone out of my pocket and positioned it on the window beside me, taking pictures of what seemed to be paradise. Jeongguk did the same - but his pictures were much better and I didn't mind, I could only experience his passion for photography and loved it.
Once I had taken several shots, I turned back to Jeongguk, who had already taken his and had one hand around my waist. I slowly approached him and sealed our lips; without him noticing, I positioned my cell phone with the front camera and took a picture of us. After this one, we took many other pictures.
Almost halfway through the trip, just before the food was delivered, the plane was a mess. Well, it had been since the trip began and would probably stay that way until landing. People were chatting excitedly about various subjects. Almost nobody slept and it was very noisy. But I didn't mind that, at least they didn't hear my kissing with Jeongguk, and thank God no one was sitting next to us.
Jeon was lightly biting my ear and I just moaned softly. From the entwined hands that were on my lap, Jeongguk undid them and thus put his hand right on top of my cock, surprising me. This was fast, really fast. I could just feel him moving his hand over it, very calmly. I had my eyes closed next to his face, and tried not to moan. Jeon pulled away from my ear and turned to my lips, biting it and pulling on it.
"Shall we go to the bathroom?" He said and flattened on my lower abdomen, pressing it. I couldn't contain a groan and grimaced. "Huh?" He ran his tongue over my jaw and so I opened my eyes, to see him looking at me with his mouth ajar, but a calmer look, as if he wanted to calm me down.
"Gukkie, we're on a plane." I spoke low and he smiled broadly, possibly at the offhand nickname. "In the sky!" I spoke in disbelief.
"Who cares, hyung?" He bit my lip again and I sighed to hold back a groan. "No one will notice..." He spoke in a huskier voice and I shivered, closed my eyes and sighed. I looked around and really, everyone was oblivious to everyone else.
I took his hand off my member, after a while of thought, and just smiled at him. Who cares? I stood up and he smiled victoriously. Slowly, I walked to the restroom at the back of the plane and looked back to see Jeongguk a little further to avoid getting caught.
I arrived at the destination and waited for him. After he entered and locked the door, Jeongguk pressed me to the door and sealed my lips fiercely but calmly, as if our first time had to be worth it, and yes, it has to be, that's obvious. It would be special, yes, but I hoped that afterwards we could've a proper and special sex in a bed, calmly, without being in a hurry, and without swaying because of the airplane.
He separated and quickly took off his shirt while I took off mine. We couldn't do everything so slowly, which frustrated me a little, but Jeongguk was very gentle with his touches and I craved it completely. I was crazy about him at that moment.
Jeon went towards my neck, making me put my hand in his hair, while he sucked and bit my sensitive skin, and I just held back the moans. Without much patience, he proceeded to unzip my pants and pull my already throbbing length out. I gasped at his touch and squeezed his hair tighter, making him grab my waist with his other arm. He slowly lowered himself down and I threw my head back, leaning against the door and biting my lips as I felt his mouth on my cock.
The second I was trying to recover from the approach, Jeongguk grabbed my fully aroused member and licked its entire length, making me moan loudly. Who the fuck cares? Jeon started sucking me off fully, making me moan louder, i placed my hand on his head, helping him with his movements which, holy shit, were amazing.
Without breaking the contact of his mouth with my hardness, slowly Jeongguk stood up and sat on the closed toilet, putting one hand on my ass and pulling me closer. He licked my entire cock precisely, until I contracted my back when I felt something inside me.
With that, Jeon pulled away and I groaned in disapproval. But to my surprise and happiness, he turned me around and I felt it when he put both hands on my buttocks and pulled them apart. I gasped hanging my head forward and leaning on the door as he slowly licked my entrance.
"Jeonggukie..."
I moaned his name without much thought and it seemed to have a great effect as Jeon squeezed one of my thighs tightly, entering me with one finger and moving it around. I kept my eyes closed wanting to go crazy with just one finger, then two, then three. We were out of lube. He was indeed going to drive me crazy.
" You're so hot, Tae, fuck..." I moaned in response and watched him get up.
He slowly took his fingers off me and turned us to face the small mirror. He directed his mouth to my neck and sucked on it. We stared at each other in the reflection and I could only moan his name as he sucked my skin even harder and rubbed his cock between my ass.
Jeongguk put another finger to stimulate again and I threw my head back, leaning on his shoulder. I felt him pull out his digit and place tender kisses on my neck. Gasping for breath, I opened my eyes to look up at him and notice his dark, thirsty black irises. I could cum just at that sight, my goodness.
"May I?" He whispered with his eyes closed and I groaned pushing my ass toward him. I heard him moan in my ear and started to slowly roll over.
I stopped when Jeon held my waist tightly and felt when his penis touched my entrance. I looked at him in reflection and licked my lips, smiling slightly. I heard Jeongguk growl softly in my ear and start to enter slowly. I opened my mouth in a silent groan and knitted my eyebrows together, being overcome by pure range of pleasure. We didn't let go of each other's gaze, and as he bottom out, I suspended one arm to hug him by the neck from behind.
"Ahh, Tae, you're so tight..." I closed my eyes and moaned softly, enjoying as he pulled out of me and entered very slowly. "So fucking hot..."
"Hmm, Gukkie..." I stared at him again and Jeon cracked a smile and started to thrust harder. "More, deeper... Fuck me harder-"
I couldn't complete as I moaned louder than intended. Jeongguk pulled away minimally to focus on holding me tightly in his arms and start stroking deeper as requested. I leaned on the bench in front of me and held one of my thighs underneath me, lifting it up and giving him more room. I heard him groan in my ear and move closer.
"Fuck, Taehyung..." He reached down to hold my thigh and I was able to lean with both hands on the countertop, still moaning. "What a tasty ass..."
"Hmm-" I opened my eyes as he hit my sensitive spot and I almost collapsed right there.
I could go to heaven and hell right here, right now. I was completely out of my mind with this man fucking me like this, in the bathroom of an airplane. No, I really didn't expect this to happen. But I couldn't be more grateful. I would never regret it. Not when he was moving in and out of me so fast, panting and allowing us to make erotic sounds that turned me on even more.
I put one hand on my forgotten member and started jerking it off accompanied by Jeongguk's thrusts behind me. I threw my head back again, laying it on his shoulder. Jeon removed one of his hands from my waist and took my cock from my hand, rapidly pumping it.
"Ohh, Jeongguk!" The movements in his hand on my member, and on my ass, increased. I looked at him again and he smiled. A smile that unsettled me. I was already close. "Ah, I'm going to.... Hmm, I-"
"Come, angel. Come for me."
Jeongguk intensified the movements with his hand and I moaned loudly as I reached the climax, expelling all the liquid into the sink in front of us. I gasped, staring up at him, and he kissed my neck, again taking a firm hold of my waist, and sank his cock a little deeper inside me, making me moan harder.
Jeon came soon after, moaning my name in my ear and wrapping me even more in his arms. It was a different kind of fuck, standing up in a cramped airplane bathroom - but by far one of the best I've ever had. And I hoped that I could have more with him.
In a few minutes we had cleaned ourselves up, amid kisses, and were already properly dressed. Jeongguk chose to leave first, and after giving me a long kiss, he finally left.
I leaned against the bathroom wall to stop and think about what had just happened. To recap everything from the beginning of the day. I met him today. I was mesmerized by his eyes and his smile from the very first moment I bumped into him. And, c'mon, I really enjoyed meeting him for the second, and then the third time. It's a good thing he believes in this whole fate thing, otherwise he wouldn't even pay attention to me.
But it was magical, this moment and everything that happened in these few hours, for sure, was perfect and I felt truly happy. It's definitely a good thing our flight was delayed! I laughed to myself and was taken out of my thoughts when the plane rocked hard again.
I shook my head and walked out of the small bathroom. I got to our seat and Jeongguk was already seated and eating what the flight attendants had left for us.
"'Tasty in there, huh?" I joked about the fact that he was eating so fast, but looking very angry.
"I'm starving, hyung." I sat down in my seat and started unwrapping the sandwich. "Even though I just ate." He spoke low and then smiled mischievously. I rolled my eyes, surprised - and embarrassed, by the way - at what he'd just said, and slapped his arm.
"Jeongguk!" I scolded him, and he laughed.
"It's true, hey."
The conversation throughout the plane continued as we ate our snack. A few more minutes passed and we finally arrived in Daegu, my home. Slowly, people were leaving and so we began to leave as well.
We picked up our luggage slowly and slickly - with Jeongguk behind me holding my waist and me leaning my back on his chest. We finally headed for the exit, in order to request the Uber, and still holding hands.
We tried to smile, but we knew that we didn't have much reason, after all, he didn't live here, and, even though we had saved our respective numbers to keep in touch, God knows when we would see each other again. Hopefully it would be soon.
"So..." I spoke as we left the airport and were face to face, both of us trying to force a parting smile - difficult.
"I'm gonna miss you." I didn't think twice before I slipped my arms around his neck and he slipped his around my waist, squeezing it, as if he didn't want us to part at that moment.
"How long are you staying here?" I asked still hugging him.
"I don't know, Tae... But it wouldn't be long." I squeezed my eyes shut. I wasn't going to cry, right? We separated and I continued to hold his face as he held my waist. "Look at the pictures on your cell phone when you want to remember me and the few hours we had together." I laughed weakly.
I guess fate definitely brought me together with him. But why does it want to separate us?
"You know that... on the plane... was not just fucking..." I said seriously and I grinned, nodded. Great! "I made love to you." Someone write down my time of death, please?
"I really like you, Gukkie." I whispered, hugging him again.
"Me too."
"So, is this a goodbye?" I asked, undoing my smile, holding myself back from crying. I am very sensitive in situations like this, excuse me.
"No." He pulled us closer. "That's a see you soon." We smiled and thus sealed our lips.
December 24th.
Christmas Eve. I was trying to look cheerful, but there was no way I could stay cheerful, even at a party, getting a few gifts. I always ended up remembering Jeongguk and our few wonderful hours. And then I would catch myself smiling involuntarily at nothing, until my mother questioned me and I told her that everything was fine.
I was talking to some of my aunts who came over, and my sister was in some corner talking to my grandmother, until I heard the doorbell ring, but I didn't care. More family or friends. I've never seen such a crowded Christmas party in my life.
"Hi, come on in!"
"Hi, good evening." I heard an unfamiliar voice and started fiddling with my bracelet as I now heard other unfamiliar voices, a conversation that wasn't my interest, and names being introduced. "Let me introduce you to my son." I could hear the man speaking closest to the room, "This is Jeongguk." My eyes widened at the same time and I felt my legs shaking.
"It's a pleasure to meet you." My father said and I was still dumbfounded. It couldn't be... Could it?
"Jeongguk is a photographer, studying to become a professional." I choked on the drink my aunt had given me after saying that I had turned paler than ever.
"Really?" My father asked.
"Yes, I love what I do!" As soon as I heard that voice I suddenly stood up - almost spilling the drink that I didn't even know what it was yet.
"Come on in!"
I quickly looked at the entrance, and as soon as my parents passed, followed by other strangers, I finally spotted him. Jeongguk looked beautiful - more beautiful than yesterday - and he was right there. Right in front of me, in my house, with me. Forever and ever, from now on, I would fully believe in fate.
As soon as his eyes locked with mine, he looked as dumbfounded as I was. We smiled so wide that it would have been able to tear our faces apart. I realized that he didn't give a shit about everyone around us the moment he started walking towards me, and I towards him.
The moment we got in front of each other, with no time for foreplay or more looks, I wrapped my arms around his neck the second he wrapped his around my waist. And so we stayed, embracing, still trying to believe that this was really happening, that fate had really brought us together.
Once we broke away from the embrace, I noticed the stares of the people around us.
"Did you two already know each other?" my mother asked me completely confused. How many times had this woman said yesterday that my father's friend's son was a hottie and I was going to fall in love? I've lost count...
"We met at the airport... By coincidence, we took the same flight." I said laughing then, still ecstatic.
And why were they all smiling proudly, my God? It seemed like they could read through my eyes everything I remembered from yesterday, and that they were the most precious and most meaningful things of that Christmas.
"Is that him, Jeongukkie?" His mother asked, also smiling, and I widened my eyes, blushing like a strawberry.
"Yes, omma." He smiled broadly. What the hell...?! "Can I say it now?" I knew what he meant. I sealed our lips for a moment, just enjoying it.
"You can."
"Fate."