"What are you doing?" My eyes widened when I saw Seokjin peeking into my phone. I immediately turned away my screen.

"Nothing." I lied. I was reading pussy throbbing, cunt wetting, toe curling smut. It was all about a mean asshole possessive alpha Namjoon getting jealous when his luna Yoongi, who was dancing with his beta friend Hoseok— so to show Yoongi whom he belongs to, Namjoon mercilessly fucked him. Filling him till the brim to let other wolves know whom he belongs to— all this in front of his tied up friend Hoseok.

Oh, how I wish I was that luna and he was that alpha.

"Don't lie. You seemed really into it, even forgot to eat your lunch." 

"Nah." I awkwardly laughed, trying to sneakily close the shitpad. "I was doing nothing."

"I don't believe that, give me your phone." I pulled away my hand with wide eyes when he tried to snatch my phone.

"What the fuck Seokjin!" 

"Give me your phone, now." 

"What the hell, it's my phone, and no. You don't get my phone, it's mine." I yelled, trying to get away from Seokjin's grasp but the airplane seat didn't allow me much.

"Yell at me one more time and I show you the consequences." I stopped, I stopped functioning. My heart began to hammer inside my rib cage and soft shaky breath left my parted lips. It was then I noticed how close I was to Seokjin. 

"Ah, well." I fucking shuttered. Before I could say something, Seokjin leaned in— not sparing any mercy to my poor heart. A pink hue covered my cheeks and I sank in my seat when our noses almost touched. 

Fuck, is he going to kiss me? 

I slowly closed my eyes, waiting to feel his plump lips on mine. A shaky breath left my lips when I heard some scuffling and— my eyes jolted open when he snatched my phone from my grip.

Fuck! I let my guard down.

"Yah! You fucking bitch, give me my phone back!" I yelled, jumping to catch my phone but the food tray in front of me limited it, it was in vain. As if the embarrassment from earlier was not enough, more embarrassment filled me when he scrolled down, his eyes gradually widened when he read. His face and ears turned red, he looked everywhere but me. My condition was no different, I was facing twice the embarrassment he was feeling.

"Jesus Christ." He muttered and gave me my phone back. I snatched it and put it in my pocket. I looked at Seokjin who looked like he was regretting his life choices. "I'm traumatized." 

"Don't worry, I was too when I read my first smut." 

"Seriously, now I won't be able to look at my friends the way I used to look before reading this… whatever it was." He sighed, closing his eyes.

"It was you who wanted to see what I was doing." I rolled my eyes, trying to hide my embarrassment as if it was nothing.

"Look," he began to speak but I was too flustered to look back. I picked up a fork and knife and began to eat my food. "I only asked for your phone because I genuinely thought you were going through some mean comments about you." I stopped and looked at him.

"You were worried about me?" 

"Yes." He cleared his throat. "I mean as your boss, yes I was worried about you. Going to stuff written about you can be pretty disturbing, especially if it is critique or hate. I don't want you to be in distress so that's why I asked you for a phone. You were looking serious, I didn't think… you were reading that." Again, we both looked away as humiliation filled me.

"Wow, you guys are more romantic than the actual couple." I sank further in my seat when I heard Yoongi speaking. "Are you guys sure you're just friends?" He asked.

"Yah!" Hoseok yelled. 

"Why did you stop them?" Namjoon asked.

"We were having a live drama." Hayoon whined.

"Better than those which are streaming right now." Taehyung added 

"Yes we are just fr—" Seokjin stopped, and looked at his friends. "You know about her!?" He asked, pointing at the couple.

"Of course, we know." Hoseok informed me. "We work together, Seokjin. Taehyung is our photographer too."  Seokjin was in disbelief.

"And you didn't inform me." 

"Wait. You didn't know about them?" Namjoon asked, quite in shock.

"Well, before two weeks? No." 

"How? They were quite obvious." Yoongi narrowed his eyes, looking at the couple. 

"Guess I'm just dumb." Seokjin sighed. Laughter erupted, and we proceeded to eat our lunch and make jokes here and there.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have begun our descent into Paris. Please turn off all portable electronic devices and stow them until we have arrived at the gate. In preparation for landing in Paris, be certain your seat back is straight up and your seat belt is fastened. Please secure your carry-on items, stow your tray table, and pass any remaining service items and unwanted reading materials to the flight attendants. Thank you." The flight attendant announced.

I grabbed my seatbelt and buckled in. I looked at Seokjin, softly poking his arm to gain his attention. He looked at me, and before I told him anything, his fingers intertwined with mine, holding my hands tightly.

"Deep breaths alright." I nodded, taking deep breaths. I closed my eyes and as soon as I closed my eyes, my mind flashed that plane scene. I gripped his hand tightly and opened my eyes when the plane lowered down to land. "It's okay, about this. Tell me what are you gonna do in Paris?" 

"Umm…" I thought. "Hook up with some sexy Frenchman." I looked at Seokjin with a wide smile, already imagining him in some loose white shirt and pants in my head. I almost laughed when I saw how fast Seokjin's smile fell.

"No." 

"What no. You can't order me around."

"As your boss, I can."

"JinHit allows dating though." I tried to push his buttons.

"Dating and hooking up is different." 

"How?"

"Shut up. You're not hooking up, you're not dating. Keep reading your stuff because that's the only thing you could do." 

Wait— is he jealous? No, it can't be— or wait is he jealous? I have seen in kdrama and fanfictions, and by that, he indeed looks like he's jealous. But again, it's not fanfiction.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Aïr France welcomes you to Paris. The local time is 3:26 pm. For your safety and the safety of those around you, please remain seated with your seat belt fastened and keep the aisles clear until we are parked at the gate. The Captain will then turn off the “Fasten Seat Belt” sign, indicating it is safe to stand. Please use caution when opening the overhead compartments and removing items, since articles may have shifted during flight." My train of thought came to halt when the air hostess announced. The noise of the engine subsided.

Once the plane stopped, and the hostess announced to us that we could deplane from the plane, I began to unbuckle my seatbelt. I stood up with heavy legs and took my bag. 

"Finally." I slowly walked to the exit and stood beside Seokjin.

"Welcome to Paris." 

Seokjin whispered as I was on cloud9 as I stepped onto the foreign land.

For somebody like me who has never been anywhere outside Daegu and Seoul, it was a pretty big thing. I couldn't believe, after 22 years and a 14 hour ass paining flight I was in Paris. 

I was in the city of love.

My excitement didn't last long when I realized I had to face reporters who were waiting outside. On the plane, I saw some news articles regarding me, pictures of me, and my airport fashion. I sighed, I had no choice but to face the paparazzi. The immigration section. The immigration cleared easily, collected my luggage, and cleared customs.

Now comes the hard part. 

I took a deep breath.

With an anxiety filled head and a thinking heart, I walked closely beside Hayoon. She looked at me, gave me a small smile, and wrapped my arms around her making me laugh. Even though no fans were jumping at us, the bodyguards walked closely, just in case. As soon as we came in view, flashed and camera shutters filled the atmosphere of the airport, reporters yelling to look at their cameras. 

Within a few minutes, we came out of the hotel where I saw cars waiting for us, with the door open. My eyebrows creased when I saw Heesu, standing beside a car. Her eyes fell on me, and she motioned me to hurry up. I nodded, glancing toward others who were also getting into the car. I scurried to the car and sat inside. Heesu closed the door, and hurriedly went to the passenger seat, telling the driver to drive off to the Hotel.

"Heesu what are you—

"Mr. Kim informed me that you're going to Paris." Poor Heesu, not only me but Heesu also had to suffer. 

"Oh, alright." I nodded. I tore my gaze from her and looked outside. A wide grin stretched on my lips when I saw the beautiful sights. Even the simplest thing had its beauty here. Those people were right, Paris is indeed beautiful. My eyes sparkled when I saw the Eiffel Tower. 

God, it was such a structural masterpiece.

Imagine, it looked so in beautiful in day. How beautiful it will look at night.

"We are here." After a while Heesu informed me. I didn't realize when we reached, guess I was too lost in the beauty of the Eiffel Tower.

I climbed down the car and looked at the luxury five star hotel in front of me; with my mouth open.

I'm going to live here? I hope the company is paying because even if I sell my kidney I won't be able to pay up the price.

Peninsula Hotel

I immediately recognized this hotel, a famous 5 star hotel for idols to stay in when they come to Paris. The hotel was luxurious and magnificent. You smell the money in the air, rich peeps. I wondered what it looked like from the outside. 

"First time?" 

"Yeah." I replied in a daze, not bothering to know who asked because I knew.

"Unlucky." I narrowed my eyes.

"That would be you after I kick you ding-dong and break off your tates." Taehyung's face lost its color and he covered his shoshort area as if it would protect his family jewels.

"I was going to s-same." 

"Oh yeah, I heard unlucky." I raised my brows.

"Oh come on, I was joking." He smiled, wrapping his hands around my shoulder.

"Go away or I will chop your shalala." 

"Aye, come on I know you won't because you love me." He gave me his beautiful body smile, making me smile.

"Only because I love you, I shall spare you ding-a-ling." We both laughed but stopped as we saw cars lining up at the entrance. Namgihope, Seokjin and Hayoon got out along with the crew. I looked at Taehyung, who was looking at Hayoon.

"No wonder people get to know about your relationship." I whispered in his ear. "You're really bad at hiding." 

"What should I do when she looks so pretty?" He whispered back. "And you and that shithead were the last people to know, that makes you dumb you know."

"You're the dumb one here, lover boy." I

"No, it—" 

"You both are dumb." We looked at the other voice. We parted as we saw Seokjin, standing in front of us. "Move." He ordered us, and we started to walk behind him. My jaw dropped as I entered, my eyes looking around capturing everything. It screamed nothing but pure money and more money.

"Bonjour, comment puis-je vous saluer?" The receptionist said something as soon as she saw us.

Now, what did she say? 

I don't know how to speak French, but I know how to speak French kiss though.
— Master Sam Sunhee.

"Bon après-midi. Réservation sous Kim Seokjin." I looked at Seokjin. Now, what did he say? Anyways, whatever he said was super sexy. 

Sometimes I wonder. Am I horny or I'm just Sunhee?

"Laissez-moi vérifier, juste un instant." She nodded and typed something on the computer, then gave Seokjin a key card. He took the card but soon stopped as if he was thinking something.

"What?" I asked.

"Sunhee. There is one problem." He informed me. "There is only one room." He motioned the key.

"What?" I pretended to be shocked. "Now what?" We sleep in one bed, I can already imagine a lot of stuff we could do on that one bed.

"I completely forgot about that." He hissed and walked away from the reception. 

"How could you forget about that?" Again, I tried to sound angry and I hope I did well in it because I didn't want to be obvious.

"It slipped from my mind. Fuck, I got busy while arranging tickets that I completely forgot that." He looked at me. "Don't worry, I will go and book one more room." My eyes widened, and before he could go back to the reception I held his hand.

"And what do you think you're doing!" I stopped him. "Wasting money like this." I added, trying to hide my intentions. 

"This much money doesn't even matter to me." 

"I said, it's alright." I gritted my teeth. Why is this man not taking chances, a chance to live with such beautiful women in a luxurious hotel suite for a week, and yet this man is persistent to book another room and wasting money? Dumb bitch. "Let's share it, why are you making such a fuss?

"I'm making a fuss?" He asked, letting out 'is this bitch for real' chuckle. "Fine, let's share a room." He began to walk to the elevator, making me smirk. 

Mission accomplished.

I glanced at the lobby, watching some crew members talking at reception, while some were waiting. Yoongi and Namjoon already went to their room I assume, while Hoseok's and Hayoon were still there. I got into the elevator and stood beside Seokjin, feeling all giddy as if I was a young teenager who finally got to see her crush. It was the same situation, the difference was I was going to stay in one room with my crush and I was too old to be a teenager. 

I looked around as the air grew awkward, awkward for me as I recalled the elevator scene from fifty shades of gray. Should I always say 'fuck you' and kiss him? No, that won't be appropriate seeing how he avoided kissing me twice.

What the fuck is wrong with CEO Kim?

I don't understand, does he have feelings for me? If I see his actions, I think yes. If I don't have feelings, I won't wait for somebody for two hours, I won't wipe their tears off, I won't take them to surprise Paris trip, hold their hands because it's their first time sitting in an airplane, I wouldn't give a fuck if they come across any hate comments, wouldn't get cranky if they mention hooking up with someone. Again, if I see his actions, I think no. I wouldn't avoid kissing someone I like. Maybe it can be possible once but twice?! No.

The elevator stopped on the 17th floor, and we walked out of it and padded to our room. Seokjin opened the door, entering in and putting the key card in a slot that illuminates the entire room. Once again, my jaw dropped when I saw the lavish room. It has everything a living room should have, big brown couches, a center table, and big flat screen TV. 

"Wow." I left my luggage at the doorway and walked ahead, looking around. My eyes watched some paintings hanging on the walls, they were so eye pleasing. Slowly I climbed the stairs which I assumed will lead to the bedroom. With an evil smile, I hastily climb the stairs. My mouth parted, the bedroom was fucking jaw dropping. A king size bed in between, with lots of cushion on it, a freaking chandelier handing in the top, and small couches in the corners. It was perfect. Bonus? One could see the Effie Tower and the entire Paris city from the huge glass wall. 

"Sunhee, come here." I heard Seokjin's voice. I walked from where his voice came from and saw him standing against the door frame. His eyes fall on me, and he smiled— whereas my face dropped when I saw what was in the room.

Another bed.

It was smaller than the bedroom I just saw, and looked like a guest bedroom. It was quite simple with a small bed and with a small balcony. A small couch in the corner, under the lamp. 

What the fuck!

"You take the master bedroom, I will take this one." My head snapped at him who removed his coat and threw it on the bed.

"No!" I yelled making him flinch. He looked at me with surprise and concern.

"Are you—"

"I mean…" I cleared my throat. "I will take this one." I smiled, crying internally. 

"Why?"

"I will be more comfortable here, it feels so cozy." He nodded, picked up his coat, and began to leave. I closed the door and pouted. There went my dream.

Sam Sunhee, a 22-year-old homo-seggsyean. She was normal, a bit abnormal. She had dreams, dreams just like any other book reader. Dreams of sleeping beside her crush (potential lover), cuddling her cranky mean sexy hot potential lover, and doing what she was reading on the plane but it all went through it drain, all because of this bed!

Yes! This evil bed, who would have thought a small cute bed could be the antagonist of a cute premature love story? Only if our protagonist, Sunhee could defeat this bed.

My eyes widened, my evil mind running wild as I thought and planned my evil scheme.

"Mwhahahhaha." I laughed just like those villains in the movies.

Let's see if I could touch the ceiling. 

Thump!

I heard frantic footsteps as if he was running. The door slammed open and a very worried Seokjin stood, his eyes falling on me. His worry lashed eyes turned wide as horror filled his eyes. 

"W-What the fuck happened?" His eyes ranked on my figure, who was breathing heavily while sitting on the broken bed.

"My bed…" I panted. "It's broken."

***

Heyoooo TT took me 4-5ish days to write. Still not satisfied tho.

Lmaooo two beds to one bed trope. All hail to Master Sam Sunhee.

Idk if Seokjin is lucky or he's victim.

Oh, and translation.

"Good after, how may I help you."

"Reservation under Kim Seokjin."

"Wait a minute, let me check."

Lmao, this is just beginning mwhahahhaha

Now I will go, it just 1% battery and time is 3:27 am TT

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