40. Wet Sloth

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Sunhee's point of view

"Could you please go a bit faster, I'm in a hurry." The cab driver eyed me from the rear mirror, nodding at me as he sped up. I looked outside, my feet tapping in anxiety. He told me to be at the airport in an hour, and it's just ten minutes to go; to complete one hour.

I sighed, the audacity of this man. He contacted me after ignoring me for the entire two days— well lowkey I was hiding too. Like I was too embarrassed to go in front of him or contact him after what happened at the cliff. He didn't message, I didn't message. He didn't come to visit me, I didn't go to visit him.

And calling me suddenly out of nowhere and ordering me to be at the airport sounded so— sudden. I wonder what was going on in his head. A soft blush spread across my cheeks as his words rang in my head.

'We are having a trip together, Sunhee.'

I blushed more as I fangirled. This sounded straight out of some kdrama where male lead surprises the female lead with a trip to Jeju. I'm pretty sure he's taking me to Jeju, so romantic. My lips stretched into a wide grin, but soon stopped smiling when the harsh reality hit me.

What happened in the clip was enough to make me realize Seokjin doesn't have any feelings for me. If he had, then he would have kissed me under the enchanting moonlight and made our moment like some sort of fantasy novel but he didn't and I end up making myself a big fat joke.

Then if he don't like me, then why this trip?

"Madam, we are here." My train of thoughts came to halt when the driver spoke, I was so lost in my own world I didn't realize we reached it. I nodded, getting out of the taxi with my bags and after giving him the fare I began to dart to the entrance. My eyes widened when I saw some reporters standing at the entrance.

"What the fuck are they doing here!" I whispered to myself— but hissed when I remembered Namgihope and Hayoon were going to Paris to attend fashion week. I was sleeping and missed the airport live. Anyways, it was a good thing the driver dropped me off far away from the entrance otherwise…

"Today's headline: JinHit model dropping off at the airport in a taxi."

But just because they didn't see me getting off from a taxi didn't mean I'm not going to be in the headlines. My stomach dropped when I realized how I looked right now. Wet hair because I didn't have time to dry them and no makeup because again I didn't have time.

If you compare me with a wet sloth and me the only difference will be my bomb outfit.

If not for them, I would look like a Sid from the Ice Age.

I sighed, either way I have to cross these reports to get into the airport. I ran my finger through my hair, and walked forward with my head high; oozing the fake confidence but in reality I was so nervous. As soon as they saw me, their eyes widened. Either they were terrified of how scary I looked or they were not expecting me. I prefered the last option.

Their camera flashed and shuttered, capturing multiple pictures of me. The flashes were eye blinding, but I kept going while looking down. It made me nervous, of course why wouldn't it. I was not used to this, and somebody capturing me while doing basic activity does sound very absurd. There were not many reports, just few— made me wonder what other celebrities went through this every fucking single day.

Paparazzi everywhere and everytime, capturing every single thing they do.

Once I was inside I let out a deep breath, which I didn't even know I was holding in. I looked around, my breath hitched up and my heart began to beat faster when I saw him. I didn't know, perhaps I was seeing him after two whole days or it was my first time seeing him in something which was not his usual suit. I gulped and walked to him, who was engrossed in his mobile. Before I could reach him, he looked up and his eyes met mine.

"Well, look who finally showed up." He looked at me from top to bottom, words dripping from sarcasm. My eye twitched when he began to walk, leaving me behind.

"Well, look who contacted me after ignoring me for straight two days and then had the audacity to order me to come to the airport within an hour." I sneered as I dashed, catching up to walk beside him.

"You could have denied the offer, it was you who came here even if my notice was short."

I wish I could slap him.

"Do you have any idea how much I multitask in this one hour?"

"Your atrocious condition says enough."

"What the hell Jin? Did you call me here to insult me?" He didn't reply, instead he looked at his phone, looking around.

"Here, we need to be at gate 7." Once again my eyes widened and my heart began to hammer when he grabbed my hands and guided me to the gate. Sure, the action was so innocent but I count help but react in such a way. While walking I looked at our hands, soft blush resided on my cheeks as I grabbed his hand tightly, feeling his soft hands. I was so ashamed of myself behaving like a teenager but I couldn't help. We stopped and Seokjin showed his phone to him, which I assume was our tickets. The guard nodded and let us in.

"When did you plan this trip?" I asked, wanting to know the answer.

"An hour ago." I looked at him in confusion.

"What?" He again didn't reply, instead he began to walk to the counter of the airlines which displayed.

Aïr France

I blinked twice, and looked at him who stood in the line with me.

"Excuse me, are we not going to Jeju for the trip." I asked, at this point I was so confused.

"Who said we are going to Jeju?" He looked at me with confusion.

"I mean, when you said we are going on a trip I thought we were going on a trip to Jeju like those kdramas."

"Stop watching kdramas." He shook his head.

"Then where the hell are you going?" I whispered. He looked at me, and tore away his gaze.

I was so close to smack his pretty face.

"Paris. We are going to Paris."

And I oop—

I just watched him the entire time when we took our boarding pass. I was still processing because truth to be told, I didn't expect that we were going to Paris. Out of no fucking where.

"Let's go, we still need to clear the security check." He spoke once we got our boarding pass. He again held my hand and guided me to the security check. The entire security check was quick, thankfully. After that we went to the immigration section and since we were traveling to Paris, our visa was not required. Immigration section got cleared too, not as quickly as the security checking though.

"We still have about an hour before the departure." Jin said after looking at his watch. "Let's—" before he could speak further, his phone rang. He excused and picked up his phone. "Hello, yeah I cleared the immigration. Yeah, coming there in a few minutes." He hung up the call.

"Let's go, they're waiting for us at the lounge."

"Wait, who are they?" I asked as I walked beside him. He looked at me and smirked. "You'll see, and be thankful to me. I literally gave you a once in a lifetime opportunity." I didn't get what he meant— but it only took me a few moments to get what he meant.

"Oh my god Seokjin." I gasped. "Are you kidding me right now?" I stood there, flabbergasted.

"Do I look like I'm kidding?"

"Seokjin I look like shit right now." I was having a crisis. I opened my handbag in hope to do a little touch up before I see my idols.

"Don't talk nonsense, you look beautiful." I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard him saying that. Did he just— my head perked up and looked at him. His smile faded and he looked here and there, turning around and walking away from me.

"You just said I looked atrocious." I tried to sound normal.

"That was a different thing." How?

"Okay, but  what about the meeting at your office? I literally assumed they were sucking your di—"

"Hush!" He hushed me. "Please don't, just don't remind me of that." He shivered in disgust.

"That's the what I'm talking, I don't want either of us to remember what happened there—"

"What happened where?" My ears perked up when I heard Hayoon's voice from behind which startled Seokjin.

"Oh my god you scared me!" Seokjin put hand on his chest. "Don't eavesdrop on us Hayoon." He sneered makeing Hayoon roll her eyes.

"I was not eavesdropping, I went to the washroom and happened to see you and decided to join." She looked at me. "I didn't know you were joining too Sunhee." She smiled, making me smile as well.

"Well, I didn't know that either. I got to know an hour earlier."

"What?" Yes Hayoon, same. It was my reaction too. "Anyways, where is your assistant?" Hayoon asked Seokjin.

"She ain't coming. She's sick."

"Shit." She shook her head and began to walk with us. "Your day has been going bad since you woke up."

"I know, I know." Seokjin replied. "I knew my day would go shit since I found myself on the sofa."

"Damn, you looked so uncomfortable I almost felt bad for you." 

"Wait—" I interjected. "How did you know that he looked uncomfortable?"

Hayoon let out an awkward chuckle and looked at Seokjin who laughed awkwardly making me confused.

"She meant in a general sense, I mean who wouldn't look uncomfortable when they sleep on the sofa." Seokjin laughed, making me shrug my shoulders.

"Yeah that's what I meant."

"Yeah, you're right. Sofa is one of the most uncomfortable places to sleep. I agree." I agreed with them. "And now I know why Seokjin was in a bad mood."

As soon as we entered the luxurious lounge, I was in awe. Let's be honest, I have never ever been into an airport lounge, let alone into an airport. To be honest, I was really grateful for Jin because it was for him I was here otherwise I would still be asleep in my bed.

As I was looking around the beautiful lounge, my eyes fell on somebody. My eyes created when I looked at the man who was wearing thick goggles and a cap to cover his entire face. My suspicion was raised more when he tried to cover his face by coughing.

"Hey, come on. What's happened." Hayoon drew my attention. I looked at her and then again to the man who was sitting far away, and to my surprise he vanished from there.

"Nothing." I smiled and walked to the table where Seokjin, who was now already seated. With him three more men were seated. I took a deep breath as I looked at each one of them, trying to calm my thumping heart. Last time I saw them I thought I was going to pass out, and this time was no different. I gulped, they looked so handsome.

Don't scream daddyfuckme, don't cry, don't smile, don't scream, don't be hysterical, don't make a fool of yourself, don't embarrass yourself, don't pounce on Hoseok, don't eye Namjoon's tits, don't grab Yoongi's ass.

I kept chanting this in my head, trying not to be a clown in front of my idols. I need to be sane, and stop blushing for the fuck's sake.
Suddenly eyes fell on me, my heart skipped a beat.

My idols noticed me, for the second time.

"Hey, the three men, one sholong girl." Hoseok said out loud.

I wanna die.

"Excuse me what?" Hayoon almost choked on her mineral water.

"Yeah, she's the girl who saw us getting down—"

"Hoseok!" Seokjin slapped his thigh making poor Hobi yelp. "For god sake, don't mention that incident ever again." He sighed.

"Why are you standing there?" Namjoon asked, making me blush. Oh my god, I better stop blushing or I will become a stop sign in no time. I nodded and sat on the sofa, feeling nervous around them.

"I'm sorry, I call you that." Hoseok said, looking at me. My eyes widened, oh my god. Did he just apologize?

"I-It is okay, please don't apologize." Fuck. Why the fuck did I shuttered.

"No, really. It's not polite to call you that." He smiled, making my heart melt. "What's your name?"

"S-Sam Sunhee." He smiled.

"Nice to meet your Sunhee, I'm Jung Hoseok." With shaky hands, I extended my hand and shook hands with him.

Am I in heaven? Am I even alive? Is this real? Am I stimulation? Am I in fanfiction?

Prolly.

"Hey, I'm Kim Namjoon." I looked at Namjoon, who waved at me, giving me his nammu smile.

When I say I almost cried, I'm not lying.

"Min Yoongi." Yoongi looked at me, and he winked. He motherduckingfuckin winked at me, making swarms of butterflies erupt in my stomach.

"Nice to meet you." I spoke, without shuttering.

"So," Hoseok trailed. "What's your relationship with Seokjin? I have never seen him bringing his hookups on business trips with him." I choked, almost.

"What the fuck Hoseok." Seokjin yelled, slapping his shoulder.

"As your friend, I'm curious." Hoseok shrugged his shoulders.

"Nobody is curious—" Seokjin hissed, but stopped when he saw Hoseok, Namjoon, Yoongi and Hayoon raising their hands. "Sunhee, put your hand down." I put my hand down.

"Alright." Seokjin sighed. "She is my… friend." He looked at me and I arched my eyebrow. "Sort of."

"What does that sort of stand for?" Namjoon asked.

"No more questions anymore." Seokjin hushed poor Namjoon, making him pout.

"So you're not his girlfriend." Hoseok asked.

'Not yet'

"No, I'm not." I replied with a smile and in return, he nodded.

"Good for you." He leaned in, making my eyes wide. "He's a moody ass bitch." He whispered in my ears. I gulped and leaned in, trying not to choke on my words.

"He's a boring old man." I whispered in his ears, for a split second I looked at Seokjin, who was now glaring at us. I pulled away and Hoseok broke in laughter.

"I like you." Hoseok pointed at me, winking. "I'm having this inner feeling that we can be best friends in future." He told me, and then proceeded to whisper the joke to Namjoon who laughed too; and whispered this Yoongi who let out a hot sexy chuckle.

"I agree with Hoseok." Namjoon said.

"Yeah, she's cool." Yoongi agreed.

Did I just win my life? Yes. That's right bitch, I win you lose. I'm living the ultimate Y/N moment. If I die right now, my ghost won't haunt anyone.

I was living my life to the fullest, until I saw the same person whom I saw before. Again, he began to hide when he noticed I was looking at him. He abruptly stood and walked away.

I looked at Namgihope who were talking with each other. Hayoon and Seokjin were minding her own business by surfing their phones. They were busy, they wouldn't mind. I shrugged my shoulders and stood up, but before I could walk away from there Seokjin looked at me, with eyes questioning where I was going.

"I'll be back." He nodded and went back to his phone. I walked to where the man went, eyes looking around in hole to find the man and I did. I saw him sitting far away at the lounge, his back facing me. I carefully walked to him, trying to make no sound which alarmed my presence.

"Ariana what are you doing here?" I put my hand on his shoulder which made him jump. That terrified boy looked at me, and groaned which made me laugh. "Come on, I have known you since we were toddlers, you think these duty free goggles and cap can hide you from my eyes." I laughed, proceeding to take out his cap. He sighed and took off his shades, which made me gasp. "Oh my god Taehyung, you look like you haven't slept in days." He was a mess, he looked so tired and there were huge dark eye bags under his eyes.

"Which is true. I haven't slept properly for a week, ever since the day of my doom." He sighed. "Ever since he found out, my life hasn't been the same as it used to be."

Damn, it's gonna be a dramatic story.

So get my ass down and sat in front of him.

"He made a special rule for me: I'm not allowed to use my phone during working hours. Can you believe me, he said that in front of the entire staff." He whined. "Mr. Kim Taehyung, you're not allowed to use your cellphone during your working hours, or when you're in JinHit. I pay you to work, not to click people's pictures and make memes out of it" He said, mimicking Jin's voice. "And on top of that, that bitch is giving me extra work, making me do overtime each and every single day." He cried, not really though. "Mr. Kim, I thought you're very much used to doing overtime. Why are you complaining now?" He again mimicked Seokjin. "That man is a living satan, a menace and he has made my life hell. He makes me work till ten and only allows me to go home when he's done with his work." At this point, the poor boy was crying.

"That's cruel." I sighed, leaning in to hug him.

"I know right." He hugged me.

"But that's what you get for making his memes, and telling me asshole, gay, rat hybrid and dipshit. And by knowing his nature you should be thankful he didn't fired you… or sue you.

"What the fuck Sunhee, on whose side are you? Me or him? Bros before hoes Sunhee. You should be taking my side, telling how much of dick Kim Seokjin is." He whined, kinda scold me.

"You were the one who didn't follow bros before hoes, remember how you kept your entire dating secret and ditch us to be your girlfriend."

"Hey, Hayoonie is not a hoe."

"So my Jin is!?" I asked, slapping his shoulder making him hiss.

"Anyways, why are you doing here?" I asked him.

"Me? I'm here in with Hayoon's crew. I just got a little upgraded." He scratched his head.

"Ah, someone have sugar mommy." I teased him.

"It's not like that, it's so difficult to spend time together without getting caught." He mumbled. "Enough of me, the actual question is what are you doing here?" Taehyung asked.

"Well…" I trailed. "Seokjin called me in morning, telling me we are going on trip. Came here and got to know that im going on trip to Paris— with my idols can you belive oh my god! I shook hands with Hoseok, and talked to all them. Yoongi called me cool and Hobi said I could be his good friend oh my god." I squealed.

"I know, they all are so good." Taehyung agreed. "And someone got sugar daddy as well."

"It's not like that—" I halted my words when I saw Seokjin, walking and looking here and there until his eyes fixed on me. Taehyung noticed where I was looking and he turned around, just to get seen by Seokjin. The poor boy yelped, almost falling off his seat when he saw Seokjin coming towards us. He stood up from his seat and came behind me, protecting himself.

"Mr. Kim." Seokjin stood in front of me, and gave me my bag. "May I know what are you doing here?" He asked Taehyung.

"I-I" He poked his head. "Exploring the airport?" His replied just made Seokjin more annoyed than he already was.

"You—"

"Why are you bullying him?" I stopped him.

"Bullying? Me? Him?" He asked me with wide eyes and in returned I nodded.

"Yeah, I heard you made a rule for him, and madd him do extra shifts." His eyes narrowed and he looked and Taehyung who was standing behind the chair.

"Well, that's what he deserve."

"And why he deserve that?" Hayoon asked, coming out of nowhere. "I didn't

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