Chapter 27

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Our morning is exceptionally busy. We have breakfast like normal, but afterward we are all scurrying to get our stuff together. I once again consider my outfit for the day. I still add lighter clothing to my carry on just in case, but I change up my outfit just a bit too. I finally end up deciding to layer a lightweight t-shirt underneath my hoodie. I know the reason it has been taking me so long to decide on an outfit is simply how awkward I am going to feel being so exposed when I have hidden myself behind my layers for about two weeks.

Two weeks? Is that how long it's been? Has so little time passed? It seems like I have been with them for months now. I honestly can barely remember how my heart felt when it was incomplete, before I met the seven pieces that matched my soul and filled in those spaces of my heart. I wouldn't say it felt empty before per se, but the sensation of it brimming with loving sensations seems to be a stark contrast in comparison.

I double check the time. It's nine, and we leave at ten. Even with reorganizing my thoughts and plans I have still managed to make good time.

There's a knock on my door, and I find myself rolling my eyes. I know who it is before I even answer it.

I go to open it and get rapped on the forehead for my trouble. "Oh..." I'm surprised that he doesn't have something smart to say to go along with his action, but it's obvious that he thought he would be waiting a bit longer for me to open the door.

"I'm already packed, Hobi." I smirk at him, since I know that was his purpose for coming by. He snaps his fingers in an 'oh darn' movement while tacking on a comically disappointed look on his face to go with it.

"Well then whatever are we going to do with this hour we have left to wait?" He pushes past me into the room.

"Sure, bulldoze past me and come right in." I roll my eyes at the empty hallway before turning to look at him.

"Are you excited to stay in a house with just your soulmates?" He asks eagerly.

"I'm excited to be able to see the ocean. Staying with my seven handsome soulmates is just a bonus. Well six handsome. The other is kind of a pain." I can't help but tack on at the end.

"Ya!" He replies disgruntledly.

I pace over to him, wrap my arms around his neck, and stand up on tiptoes to look at him earnestly in the eyes. "I'm only kidding, Hobi." It takes me a second to realize I have threaded my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. His sound of contentment being the auditory cue that he is enjoying it. Then his arms are wrapping around my waist and pulling me close. I sigh as we sway back and forth. Who needs music when your heart seems to pulse out its own rhythm?

He leans in and grazes his lips against the spot just below my ear. My responding shiver seeming to embolden him to take it a step further and plant a kiss on the sensitive flesh there. "How did I get so lucky?"

I pull back to look at him in the face. "You think you are the lucky one?" I arch an eyebrow at him. "My soulmates are seven of the most popular people on the planet. I'd say I'm---"

He interrupts me by placing one of his long fingers to my lips. "We are the lucky ones, Daisy. You were meant to be our soulmate. You are quirky and silly but also honest and open. You have a generous heart and soul." He punctuates his compliments with a kiss to my forehead.

"You think I don't see the same thing in each of you?" His expression falls a little bit, and suddenly I know what he is getting at. "Look, Hobi, I know life with all of you isn't going to be easy. But, I'm 100% all in. Hell, I was all in the moment Candace helped me connect the dots in who you all were. Besides, wouldn't life be boring if we didn't have some bumps and hiccups along the way?"

He looks a little forlorn at that question, and I am almost sad that I even vocalized it. "I just don't want you to ever regret trading your old life for this one."

I pull him over to the bed and sit down beside him. "My old life was nothing in comparison. Sure I had a couple of friends that I sometimes find myself thinking about and missing. But other than that?" I spread my arms helplessly. "I was just going through the motions, Hobi. I was just buying time and saving money until I got that injection." I want to kiss him right now so I can wipe the sad and worried looks from my sunshine's eyes, but I don't want our first kiss to be a result of this. I don't want to kiss him out of a sense of obligated compassion. I want our first kiss to come from sheer happiness or desire. Plus, I don't want to feel like we have a time constraint to enjoy each other. Even if I'm not ready to take it further than a few kisses; I don't want to sully our first loving touches with each other due to limited time.

He pulls me to him, and while I don't want our first kiss to be like this, I can't keep myself from straddling his lap and curling into his body. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I am being so depressing this morning."

I shrug. "I don't really mind. It's just another side of you after all."



I've already gotten used to the amount of paparazzi and Army that wait to get pictures and video of us at the airport. I've only done this twice now, but it already seems overly familiar to me.

Jin gets out of our shared SUV first. Then he turns to hold his hand out to me. Despite the mask and sunglasses I can still see how he smiles. His sunglasses are currently low enough that I can see his eyebrows scrunching in a specific way and his eyes crinkling at the corners. I take his hand to assist me, and tune out the cacophony of sound the action seems to elicit from the onlookers nearby.

Hobi climbs out behind me, snaking my other hand with his. I smile warmly up at him. I am not sure he can make out my expression like I could Jin's, but it's obvious he got the point when he squeezes my hand warmly in response.

As we are ushered past the crowds I am still ever so slightly tempted to throw my disguise aside. Luckily, it's only a passing consideration. I don't even realize that I have tensed up until we get through airport security and are lounging in the VIP room together.

I don't even know how he senses it but Jungkook gravitates toward me and starts massaging my neck and shoulders. Easing away the tension that I only realized had built up there. I'm exceptionally unaware that I am making sighs and moans of contentment until Namjoon clears his throat. I look up to see several blushing faces. I find myself blushing in response and promptly apologize.

I pull the cards from my carry on, and we play popcorn again. It's already been discussed that even if Jin wins, or gets second he doesn't get to be my seatmate this flight. It wouldn't be fair twice in a row. Plus, unless we are all asleep, we decide to split this flight into two turns. After four and a half hours in the air, someone would take the place beside me after the first winner would relocate.

They let a game of rock, paper, scissors decide for them this time. Jin exempt from the game. I'm pleasantly surprised and pleased that Namjoon wins. I really have been craving more time with the busy leader.

Jungkook comes in second. I glance at my bunny. I haven't vocalized it, but the past couple days he has seemed a bit off. He still puts on a silly face and a brave front, but there is something bothering him. I don't know if I want to use the time we have together on the flight to decipher what that is or not. But, I do hope he opens up to me about it.

Once we get on the plane Namjoon takes my carry on from me and stows it away in the overhead bin. He lets me have the window seat, although it's not the view I am craving. I turn to watch him. I've been craving for this moment I have with him to be able to have his undivided attention. I'm surprised to find him fidgeting in his seat. He's wringing his hands together over something going on in his mind.

"Is something the matter?" I ask.

"Would you believe that I am surprisingly nervous?" He arches an eyebrow at me.

I smile at him which encourages his dimples to make an appearance. "Would it be weird to say I am nervous pretty much twenty-four seven with all of you?"

The surprise on his face is almost comical. "You hide it well. Hell, you didn't have any qualms with the way you sort of started taking charge that very first day."

"What do you mean?" I'm honestly confused by his statement. How did I take charge?

"You greeted us the following morning via text and asked us over to breakfast, which you promptly made part of our daily routine."

He's sort of right, and I'm not about to gripe about the fact that he wasn't there that first morning. He was tired and had been busy the night before. But, I hadn't even remotely considered that my guys were basically following my lead. "Perhaps, I should have let one of you guys direct me through our relationship." Relationships? I'm not sure if that should be plural or singular, since it's both at the same time.

"Oh, no. Don't think I was complaining. I wasn't. It was rather refreshing to see someone else take charge of our schedule for a change." He is quick to correct me.

"But, I didn't steal anyone's thunder did I?"

"I don't believe so. I think that all of us were relieved that you were so accepting. That you wanted to cultivate our relationships from the start. You have a difficult task of taking on all seven of us, yet you seem to be juggling it rather well."

"I don't feel like I am juggling it well at all! I'm afraid I've dropped the ball a time or two already actually."

He shakes his head. "Not in the least, and besides even if you had, a relationship is typically a two way street."

He is about to continue, but I choose to interrupt him. "It still is. I mean there are seven separate streets that all converge together. But each street is two way." Once again reiterating the mental point I made with myself. That while each are separate relationships, they are still part of a whole relationship too.

Hell, didn't Jimin even say something similar as I was falling asleep the other night? I mentally shake that thought away. I'm trying my damndest to not think of the others while I have rare one on one time with any of them.

"My point is that we each have to do our own part to make our relationships work with you too. So, for us, it hasn't been you that dropped the ball. It's been me." He frowns slightly.

"I really don't see it that way. You've been busy, and you will continue to be busy. It's part of what you signed up for when you took on the mantle as leader. We just have to be extra diligent to work out how we can spend time together." I seek out his hand with my own. Then, simply because I want to. I lean over and kiss the dimple adorning his left cheek.

His face lights up with surprise. It makes me want to take it a step further and touch my lips to his own, but I really don't want to do that in the presence of the others. At least not until after I have shared a first kiss with each of them. I glance across the aisle and see Yoongi and Jimin smirking at me. I attempt to covertly stick my tongue out at the two of them but Namjoon catches me. He looks back at the other two and rolls his eyes at them. "Don't you two have something better to do?"

They both shrug. "Not really." Jimin answers.

After that our one on one conversation morphs into a four way conversation. I didn't expect it to remain between the two of us, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't ever so slightly disappointed. Namjoon one on one time is apparently going to have to be truly one on one time where we are completely sequestered alone behind closed doors.

Yoongi falls out of the conversation rather abruptly, and I soon realize it's because he fell asleep. Jimin doesn't last much longer. Namjoon turns to me and indicates the screen in front of him. "Did you want to watch a movie?'

I smile at him. "Sure."

My eyes may be on the movie. But my senses are completely absorbed with the man beside me. It's impossible to cuddle with him over the console between us, but I still lean my body towards him as much as I can. He reaches over and cups my knee with his palm creating numerous small tingles of excitement rushing through me. Then he is stroking back and forth over my jean covered thigh. The sensation morphs from shocking to comforting, and I find myself molding my body even more into the cushions.

I don't realize that I have fallen asleep until there is a disruption to my right. I look up to see Jungkook taking Namjoon's place. "Has it been four and a half hours already?"

He nods then surprises me by picking me up from my seat. He vacates his to take the one my butt was just in. He sits down so I'm in his lap and my legs are in the seat he had been in only moments before.

I stroke his cheek. "Hi, bunny."

He smiles at me. "Hi, Daisy." Before I can protest his lips are on my own. I gasp into the kiss, and he immediately takes the opportunity to deepen it. He isn't in a hurry or a frenzied state; he is simply in the moment. I'm unsurprised by his talented lips and tongue. He has the sinuous movements perfectly choreographed in a way that leaves me boneless and winded. Damn, is there anything he isn't good at?

It takes me longer than I would care to admit to remember where we are. When I do I pull away abruptly. I gasp and look around us. Everyone else seems to be asleep, but that doesn't exactly make this okay right now. Jungkook looks slightly dejected as a result of my actions, so I quickly explain why I stopped.

He nods. His facial expressions morphing to a mix of understanding with an underlying of disappointment. "I'll respect your wishes, Daisy. Sorry if I got carried away."

I can't say that I'm not disappointed like he is, but I don't want to be swept away by that kind of moment right now. "It's not like I didn't want to kiss you. I mean did that feel like I was resisting you?"

He takes a second to consider my question, which honestly makes me concerned. It's his response that calms my previous apprehensions. "No, you definitely weren't resisting me." He smirks. "I am after all irresistible."

I tickle his side, and am immediately amused by the way he squirms. "I'm not denying that fact by any means. But you're supposed to be Kookie not cocky." I stick out my tongue at him childishly.

His silent chuckles let me know my silly joke hit its mark. "Speaking of nicknames. You know you don't have to call me Jungkook or bunny all the time right?" My face must fall because he sobers for a second before continuing. "I like that you call me bunny. I am only saying that you can call me Jk also if you want to."

I nod. Honestly, I've been meaning to talk nicknames out with the guys. Hobi's just slipped out of me. But I don't want to assume that just because they have adapted nicknames for each other that I can automatically use them.

"Why don't you relax here with me? I will be your personal cuddle bunny."

I barely suppress a giggle at that. "I thought you already were."  

A/N:   So, I'm curious about all of you out there reading the story.  Who's your bias?  Your bias wrecker?  What other K-pop groups do you really enjoy?  

I'm personally not going to share my bias or bias wrecker simply because I'm already afraid that I may be unintentionally favoring said bias.  (I honestly think I am doing quite well, but it's still a concern.)  You are more than welcome to guess if you like, but I won't be answering your guess either way, at least not until the story is over.  :) 


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