Master of Maids ||A Jikook Story||

Chapter Nineteen

   Taehyung was scheduled to leave the next day at 2pm, but Namjoon—who had flown a thousand times before— suggested they drop him off at the airport two hours before so that he could check in and be settled in time for the flight. And because they made up, Jungkook paid for a first class ticket to which the elder had no problem accepting.

   Now they were at the gate, the woman at the desk announcing they would begin to board in about ten minutes. Jimin and Taehyung hug each other tightly, neither of them flexing a muscle to move away. Even so, there were no second thoughts in either of their minds that this wasn't a good idea and Taehyung should stay in Seoul with Jimin.

   "I'm gonna miss you so much." Jimin says softly in his chest.

   Taehyung's face is buried into the smaller's hair, giving one last kiss on his head before they begin to announce where the passengers should stand in line. "So am I. But you have Jungkook with you; I already told him how to handle your attacks and what medicines he should give you if needed." He smiles and looks to the woman who calls for first class to line up. "I'll call you when I'm home okay? Don't worry too much."

   Jimin smiles back. "I won't. Say hi to your parents for me and tell them that I love them." They pull away and Jimin immediately attaches himself to Jungkook, wrapping his small arms around his muscular abdomen.

   Giving one last glance to Jungkook, Taehyung says, "Take care of him Jeon. I'm counting on you."

   Jungkook gives him a nod. "I promise."

   The other chuckles before turning and getting into line with the rest of the first class passengers. Jimin didn't want to leave until he was already walking inside the gate. When he waves at him for the last time, Jimin looks to Jungkook with teary eyes.

   "Hey, it's okay Jimin-ssi, he said he'd call you right? I promise you he'll be fine." Says the younger, hugging him tightly.

   "I'm not crying because of that, I know he'll be fine." Jimin giggles. "I'm crying because for the first time since my mother died, I don't feel like I'm holding anyone down. I feel..." he searches his mind for the right words. "I feel at peace with myself; something I couldn't achieve with the hundreds of therapy sessions I went to."

   This makes Jungkook smile, his heart almost leaping out of his chest with joy knowing his future groom was finally at ease with his conscience. He was confident that he could be beside the elder when things took a bad turn and rejoice with him whenever the bright side of things were shining upon them. For now all he can do is enjoy the good moments he would have from here until they were married and settled down. Just the thought of it made Jungkook's smile so much wider. Pretty soon he was daydreaming about Jimin being walked down the aisle probably by one of his foster parents in a wedding tux— tailored by Jungkook himself— and how radiant he would look with the sun rays beaming through the spaces between the flowers arched above them as they were to be married outside.

   This runs all through Jungkook's mind at once, that he doesn't realize Jimin had called him three times already. It's not until he shakes him that he wakes up from his intense daydream.

   "Are you okay Jungkookie?" The smaller asks with a worried face.

   Jungkook puts his hand onto Jimin's smooth face and leans in to give him a tender kiss. "I couldn't be better, love." He smiles and gives a small chuckle when he sees Jimin's pink face. "Was there anything else you wanted to do? Or do you want to head home?"

   The elder thinks. "I was thinking maybe we can just go home and relax in our room. Now that Tae's gone we don't have to worry about him finding out that we're rooming together."