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A smile crept on my lips as I stared at my airplane ticket. It's been six years since I left him. And yes, it's been six years but the love for him has never gone, I still long for his presence. My mind still keeps on thinking of him. Nevertheless, I never regret that I chose to leave him. Because if we are for each other, we will be together. Even storm separates us.

My decision, I think is right. Even the pain pours a hundred gallon, I still survived without him. I've worked hard and made him my big inspiration. Our memories together are my keys to proceed.

I heave a deep breath before pulling my luggage. Finally, the first stones are done. I am here at the airport for another stones. Another steps. Another struggle without him. However, I will still continue. I will still keep stepping on stones towards my goal. If I got through past years with his invisible presence, I can still walk 'til now and so on. I can do this.

Something vibrates and chimed from my pants so I slid off my phone and answered the call. "Jimin hyung," I greeted.

"Congratulations bro!" He greets back from the other line. I chuckled.

"Asshole. It's been weeks since I got the offer. Congratulate me again if I get the promotion in France," I replied. Yup. I got a job offer in France as cook in a fancy and famous restaurant there. I will promote the special cuisines of mine and traditional cuisines of Korea. While working, they also offered me to study for enhancing my potential to arts and designs as well. It is really a dream come true for me to go abroad to persue my passion. Mom and Dad are real proud of me.

"Jerk! I know you are mad of Yoongi and I that we didn't come with you to the airport. We're really sorry, but by the way, how are you? Are you already there? You got in the airplane? Are you sure you wouldn't puke there?" I laughed at his concerns.

"Yeah. Am already here but not in the plane yet and I'll be alright, okay? I got in a plane trice when I was young. Don't make me a child, Jimin. You sounded like a mom," I commented with a laugh. I heard him snicker on the other line.

"Okay. Wish you the best of luck, Jungcock! Tsk! I'm proud of you, Kook. Just imagine me messing your hair there," he sneers.

"Yeah. Thanks hyung," I answered before he ends the call. I guess I will be alone from home to airport, airport 'til France.

I slid my phone back on my pocket and put my luggage at the side of the chair, waiting the announcent for the next board. I've searched for the restroom where I could pee. I actually could feel this a little while earlier but I just chose to finish the instructions first. When I found it, a line of people are there. I hissed. Just thanks that I could still hold this for a little longer.

I was just standing and waiting there when a butt hitted my bulge for an accident. I moaned at the sudden contact but the boy just apologized, still his head hanging low, fixing the lace of his kicks.

"I'm really sorry, mister," he still says. His deep voice sounds familiar but maybe it's just a coincidence that they have the same smoke of voice.

I smiled, "It's fine. It's just an accident," I said back which stunned him a little. He froze for a moment but then stood straight and never turned around to look at me. Maybe he really got embarrassed.

The line moves fast and soon, I am finally able to release this urine.

"Jungkook," a whisper echoed my ears. The voice gives rapid palpitation on my heart. That voice of him. I immediately look beside me and anticipated that it was him but a different face of a man faced me.

My eyes have searched behind the man but there is no hint of him nor even a shadow of a man I anticipated.

"Stupid. At your left," the familiar man chuckles. My breathing became heavy at this time. I quickly turned my head at the other direction and there a smiling man of my fantasies greets me.

"How are you, Kook?" He greets, plastering his wide smile. I felt like my heart skipped a beat for a second the moment I mezmerize his face. His voice sounds deeper. I also noticed that he loses weight as his jaw became sharper. His tone went tanner. His hair's hue changed as well. From mint green to dark shade of brown and I could tell that his changes makes him more gorgeous after past six years.

"Taehyung," I murmur, more like questioning myself if he was real. At the second thought, maybe he's just appearing again from my imagination because I long badly for his presence. Maybe I am just halucinating because I miss him so fucking much.

His usual box smile revealed when he grinned even wider. My eyes scanned his whole and raked from his eyes down to his half. Is he really urinating with me? I feel like dreaming and it's ridiculous.

"Too gay until now." He says, giggling. Fuck! I miss his smile. I miss his voice. I miss his laugh. "Mind your own dick, man." He adds that snaps me from my reverie.

"Shit!" I curses under my breath and immediately removes my gaze from him. Damn! I miss him! I miss his humor. I miss this pervert that once became my roommate and senpai.

I zipped my pants when I was done and hurriedly walked back to my things. At exact time, voice from speakers announced for the passengers that the next plane will be on board so I immediately held my things towards the runway.

As I walk, I am not certain if this is just hallucination again or what. There is something in me that pulling my attention to see Taehyung again, wearing his usual smile while hugging the other man from his past that maybe his present as well, Suho. My own eyes even know how to lie and pretend. Taehyung's not here. Possible but has a blear chance that he would be here as well. Nevertheless, as I watch them smiling at each other, I feel like they are real and it shatters me.

I shuffled my gaze at somewhere and sough, removing the image from my brain. I'm still so selfish. I still don't like to see Taehyung smiling on that man. I hate the possibility that he's now fine after pushing me away. I bit my bottom lip and decided to walk before the plane leaves.

"Aish, stop overthinking," I scolded to myself and stepped up to the staircase.

When I found my seat, I immediately put my carry-on bags on the top and place myself on my seat. I sighed, glancing at the window and watched other passengers fall in line upwards the staircase. My phone rang once again.

"Hey, Mom!" I greeted to the caller.

"Jungkook, son, make sure you'll be fine there, a'right? If anything happens to you, I don't know what should I do. Please take care of yourself, Jungkook, honey," she says.

"Of course, Mom," I smiled.

"Son! I also want you to be happy and enjoy your time being in France. Don't overwork and stress yourself," I heard Dad shouted. I grinned, ".. move on from Taehyung too. It's been six years, Jungkook. You should have get away from your past," I nodded and cackled.

"Okay, Dad. I will," I replied.

After the talk, I decided to put an earphone and set my playlist on shuffle. I comfort myself on my seat and closed my eyes. While I await for the next announcement, I'll just doze off for a while since I woke up at 1 a.m. earlier. I made sure that the volume on my earphones isn't too high, only enough to hear everything surround me so I can be aware if there will be an announcement.

"Wow," I heard someone uttered. I felt a person sitting beside me, squirming as if he is not that comfortable or maybe he is fascinated on the seat. I knitted my brows, still not opening my lids and chose to feel that person move beside me.

Seconds later, when the captain mentioned that the plane will board any minute time soon, the person finally stopped bothering. I lethargically open my lids and listened to the safety instructions, still not bothering to look who am I sitting with.

Until he said, "I can't believe, after six years," suddenly, I got the urge to turn and immediately welcomed by a very familiar profile. I gawped and was stunned by the sight. Was this real?

I see his skin went more attractive. His body seems changed too but to sexier— I surmise, he started working out. His jaw became slimmer and his entirety is totally a glow up. He's the same brunette man I met at the comfort room. God! How can I move on if he's this too perfect and gorgeous that went even more beautiful after past six years?

"Taehyung," I murmur. He smiled at me.

"You don't know how glad I am to meet you again," he replied. ".. how are you, Jungkook? God knows how I was surprise that of all seats in this huge plane, you are the one who I am going to be sitting with the whole flight," he chuckles. I never replied. Instead, studied his features. Determine what changed and what remained the same. But as I revited my eyes on him, the more I stare, the more I get attract. The more I get attract, the more I ask myself if I am just dreaming because I remembered I closed my eyes to sleep— who knows I drifted.

I kissed him.

One thing I want to know and to ensure if this is real. If this is just a dream, that I am kissing this man I love the most, I will probably would not stop kissing him until the end of the scenery. But that kiss lasted in only few seconds when I heard a voice of a woman from the speaker again, telling us some information and once I felt the plane moving upward.

"You are real!" I blurted as I parted myself from him. Eyes are widening, seeing him shocked as well.

"Of course, I am. Do you really have to kiss me before it sync in?" He responds and I feel ashamed on what have I just done. Embarrassing.

"I-I'm sorry— I thought I was just—"

"Dreaming?" I bit my bottom lip. ".. it's fine," he said. "... well, it was you. So it's fine."

"I am really.. sorry, Taehyung," I apologized, looking straight in his eyes.

"Sorry, what for exactly?" He queried. ".. for kissing me without permission? Or for leaving me without saying anything?" I breathed.

"Both."

He nods, "Okay. Apology accepted."

"Taehyung, I know you are mad at me."

"Of course I got mad at you, you hentai ghoster, " he says and leans on his seat.

"I.. don't know where actually to start to explain."

"Start from answering why.. why did you leave me when I needed you?"

"It's for you," I said. He laughs.

"Dumb answer. For me? Thought you left for yourself? You chose your family— and I completely understand that to the point I also hated myself," he lightly sighs, ".. They are way much more important than me— who happened to be just your roommate slash fuck buddy."

"It's not that."

"Then tell me what? Other reason I can see is nothing," he pauses. ".. you never loved me though."

"I love you!" I almost yell at his face. I can see how he is thunderstrucked at what he just heard. ".. I realised I love you since I left you. I was dumb for leaving you with the reason I think, you still love Suho— and that you were just confused on your feeling for me. I witnessed how you still care for him," I confessed. And this confession just took off the needle in me. "... call me a chicken for not fighting for the sake of love and selfishness. I was such a coward I can't fight for you against my parents."

Silence between us. Only the audible chatter from other passengers and the blaring of the airplane's engines could be heard other than my own heartbeats.

"You are a chicken," he suddenly mutters. I chuckle.

"I always miss you, Taehyung. No hours you were taken off my head, driving me crazy," another block of silence was dropped in the middle of us two. Syncing in this happening.

"Ah, the drama— I'm sick of it. Can I just slap you hard on the ass and punish you for all you owe me? Or let you express how you miss me after six years?" He demands.

"You know, we can't. You were with Suho, right? You are together again. Congratulations," I praised.

"You see, I am not with Suho," he says. ".. and will I say I wanna hit on you if I am in a relationship as of the moment, dumbass?"

My brows furrowed, "You are telling me you are single?"

"Yup," he nods. ".. tried to move on but fucking how— I'm deeply in love with you!" That brings a smile on my lips.

I breathed and bit my lip in fuzz, "God! Can I kiss you?" I asked. He then laughed and nodded.

"Would be high to taste your lips again, Jungkook," with no further a-do, I did kiss him. With a lingering grin on our lips. God knows how much my heart beats in ecstasy.

I molded his lips, tasting the natural flavor on it that I badly miss— I already forgot how it tasted— but now, reminded me the savor of it again and I will go crazy at how I miss kissing him. Our hands squeezing each other's arms, smacking our lips, abusing the moment that has given to us by God. I licked his lip and bit it. His tongue goes inside my mouth, would love to play with mine. I gladly accepted his sloppy permission and played along the kiss.

The smack lasted for maybe only a little minutes when somebody coughed and distracted us from making out, upset at the stolen time. "Could you please hold the lust and keep your enthusiasm for making love out of here? Apologies, I surely disturbed you," the woman probably in her nearly 50s snapped from behind of our seats. ".. You might be in this flight to France to have a romantic honeymoon in Paris. But please be reminded you haven't reach your destination yet— as the matter of fact, the plane has just reached the sky only several minutes ago— and just want to orient you, kids. We are in a public plane. Behave," she said with a forced smile on her eyes and lips before she sat back on her seat.

We heard her say, "Geez! This generation. No place to choose for smooching. And how come gays are increasing when they don't even get pregnant?" We heard her maybe friend on her side laugh. ".. what's worst is that many of gays are good-looking." Taehyung and I both shake our heads in the woman's opinion.

I held his hand, caressed it and never freed it in my grip. This man, he taught me how to help myself grow up. He taught me to love. He taught me to be independent. He taught me to be strong, though he was also my weakness. He is so special that I will not ever leave him again, nor lose him. Over six years of suffering without him is enough. I can't bare to miss his presense for the next years anymore by the second chance.

I matched my gaze at him. Eyes are conversing. I swear I will love this man for eternity. Will protect him no matter what. Will fight for him no matter who.

This hentai roommate.. became the king of my hentai soul. He reigns the kingdom of my fantasies. Then punished me in the reality. By then up until now, he also ruled my heart.

End