My mouth dropped.

"I'm sorry what?"

"You heard me, Miss Yoon," Taehyung said, coming over to me, "We're going to Paris!"

"I'm sorry what?"

A sigh escaped Taehyung. "Come. It seems only actions will make you believe in me."

I gaped at him. "P-Paris?" I stuttered. "B-but I c-can't just go to P-Paris-"

"And why not?" Taehyung asked, putting his hands in his pockets.

"I haven't even packed-"

"Everything," he interrupted, raising a hand to shut me up, "Has been prepared for you. Including your basic necessities."

"Like my-"

"New toothbrush, clothing, underwear, pads-"

Taehyung noticed my shock. "What? I'm not oblivious to what a women has to deal with every month. I've dealt with too many... accidents just before catwalks to ignore this."

"Of course," I muttered. Well, at least he thought about the problems. Most men run away from the thought of a period.

"But I still don't get it," I said, waving my arms. "Why are we going to Paris all of a sudden?"

Taehyung brought his luggage to him. "All will be explained when we board the plane."

He went to the entrance and slid open the stained glass door. "Let's go, Miss Yoon."

I willed my feet to move.

Paris. I'm going to Paris.

"Close the office, thanks," Taehyung said to the secretary, who nodded and continued on with her work.

We exited the headquarters together, and went in the car.

The ride there was silent, yet it wasn't uncomfortable.

I still couldn't believe it. Paris.

We arrived at the air port, Taehyung parking the car.

He put on a black face mask, hooking the straps behind his ear.

Freeing the trapped locks from the strap, he got out the car. He opened the door for me, and passed me a face mask as he closed the door.

"You'll need this as well," he said. "You can take it off when we get on the plane."

"Okay." I took the mask and put it on.

Taehyung took out his phone and pressed it to his ear. "Yes, we'll be here in a minute."

"Right," he said, putting his phone back, "Just blend in with the crowd. Try not to get noticed."

I nodded. Taehyung took the lead, locking his car, and we both entered through the huge doorway into the airport.

The airport was incredibly busy, with hundreds, if not thousands, of people milling about, either waiting for flights, getting their passports checked or-

"Wait, what about my passport?" I suddenly asked.

"I took it with me while you were showering the other night for the party. I hope you don't mind."

"I wished you told me," I said, raising my eyebrow. "Or this whole thing, for that matter."

"It's your job, Miss Yoon," Taehyung said. "You're expected to travel all over the world to model."

"Hmm," I got out. All over the world, eh?

We went through some security passes, but the guards instantly let us go in, even putting some of the others back.

Another guard came to us, facing Taehyung in particular. "Sir, we've got your crew on board. When shall I signal to take off?"

"In ten minutes," Taehyung answered. He then continued into the glass tunnel.

I followed behind him in silence. I looked to the left, staring at a black plane, smaller than most passenger planes.

I noticed the V swirled on the rudder.

Holy shit. That's Taehyung's private plane.

A bridge connected for us to pass through. An air hostess dressed in V's signature colours greeted us with a smile.

"Mr, Kim, Miss Yoon," she started, gesturing for us to enter. "Welcome aboard the KT95."

Taehyung pulled down his face mask, giving the woman a dazzling smile as he nodded.

I pulled down my mask as well. No one would disturb us now.

Hostesses picked up Taehyung's luggage, putting it with other baggage. The man then went forward, sitting himself down on a table with a view, his back to mine.

I spotted Hoseok sitting opposite Taehyung. He saw me and burst into a smile.

"Sora!" he exclaimed, catching almost everyone's attention in the plane. He patted the empty seat next him. "Over here!"

Smiling, I went over to him, walking past the seat opposite the redhead.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed my wrist. It jerked me back.

"Ah!"

I landed roughly on a seat. "Uh, uh, uh. There was a free space right next to me."

Gritting my teeth, I turned my head to Taehyung seated next to me, a malicious little grin on his face. "I prefer to sit with Hoseok," I seethed.

"Well, I prefer you sit with me," Taehyung drawled, his smirk growing.

I groaned in agitation. "You're such a child."

Taehyung chuckled sensually. "A child who likes it when he gets what he wants."

My silence had Hoseok laughing. "That was cringe-worthy, Taehyung," mused the cheery man, inspecting himself in a little mirror he held in his hand.

"Shut up."

"The plane is now taking off. Please put on your seatbelts."

We obliged, about thirty clicks sounding throughout the plane.

The plane started to move slowly. It soon picked up pace.

I braced myself, gripping the arms of my seat. My stomach dropped suddenly, and my heartbeat raced as fast as the plane.

"Are you okay?" I heard Taehyung's worried whisper.

"Will it go away? This feeling?"

Somehow the man knew what I meant. "It will."

I felt the plane leave the surface. I let out a breath I didn't realise I was holding.

"It's...your first time on a plane?"

My eyes drifted to the blonde. I nodded warily, feeling queasy.

"Don't worry, it happens to everyone," Taehyung assured me.

Hoseok raised his eyebrow at him. "It didn't to me-"

"No one asked," Taehyung interrupted, rummaging through the built in cabinet next to him.

He brought out a sick bag, handing it to me. "Here."

I took it from him. "Thank you."

The plane was now up in the air. I looked past the man beside me and out the window, admiring the lush white cloud floating past.

"We have 14 hours until we arrive," Taehyung said. "You can sleep if you wish."

"I-I..." I thought about it. "I think I'll do that."

Hoseok whined, "Oh, come on, Sora, it's not even been five minutes!"

"Let Miss Yoon rest, Hoseok," Taehyung insisted. "But I'm going to need some fire photoshooting when we arrive, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," I mumbled. I leaned my head back, the seat extremely comfortable.

I was out in a flash.

-

"We have arrived in Paris. Please take all your baggage and we hope you've had a good journey."

My eyes snapped open. I felt my head on something hard, yet soft at the same time.

"Had a nice nap?"

I looked up and found Taehyung's face just inches away from mine.

I jerked away, realising I was sleeping on his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry-"

Taehyung laughed, a soft and melodical sound. "Don't, please. I wanted to get you off but you looked so adorable sleeping that I couldn't."

My cheeks reddened. Hoseok was drooling as he slept as well.

"Oi, shitface, wake up," Taehyung shouted.

Hoseok woke up with a start. He rubbed at his mouth and shuddered. "You both saw me at my worst."

"Truly wished I hadn't," Taehyung muttered, getting up.

I followed suit, Hoseok as well.

Taehyung's crew lined up to get out the plane, and soon we were the last ones exiting.

A staircase popped up for us as we made our way down.

Two men waited for us at the bottom.

One looked incredibly familiar.

Taehyung snorted at them as he quickened his pace to get to them.

"Ah! Jimin! Jungkook! What a nice surprise!"

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Hey guys! Again, sorry for a boring chapter, but now that we're all in Paris, things will spice up.

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