?MY BILLIONAIRE TWINS ?|| JIKOOK

GUK POV

His reaction to the helicopter
ride is everything I'd hoped it would be.

It's difficult to be mindful of
the instrument panel in front
of me when all I want to do is memorize every line of his
face as he smiles.

"Was I right?" I ask as we
land, his eyes still wide with wonder as he looks over at me.

"Did you love it?"

"So much." he nods, excitedly.

"So, so much. Thank you."

"This whole night has been like something out of a fairy tale."

"If that means I get to be
Prince Charming, I'll take it."

I laugh, then climb out of the chopper before helping him
out of his seat harness and
down onto the ground.

"Seriously, I'm glad you
enjoyed it. You looked pretty happy up there."

He stretches up onto his toes
and kisses me, then laughs
as I lift him off the ground
and kiss him again, deeper.

Jesus, I could do this all
damn night.

"I'm not gonna lie." he says
after our little make-out
session on the runway.

"I was pretty nervous at first."

"But you were right, It's the
best view of the city, by far."

"It was like a postcard."

I take his hand as we walk
back to the car.

"I tried to take it slow, I didn't want to do any risky
maneuvers with you on board."

"Risky maneuvers?" He gives
me a puzzled look.

"Is that the sort of thing you normally do when you fly?"

I shrug, unsure of how open
I really want to be with this answer.

The concerned tone in his
voice gives me a pretty good idea of where this conversation
is going.

"It's not that big of a
deal." I say, trying to sound
as nonchalant as possible.

"But when I'm by myself, I
guess I take a few risks."

He doesn't say anything until we're back in the car and on
the road.

I want to make conversation
to say anything at all, really
but there's a tension between
us now that wasn't there
before, and I don't know
what to do about it.

Finally, he reaches over to
place his hand on top of mine, entwining our fingers together.

"Why do you do it?"

I look over at Jimin.

The question was so quiet and
so simple that I think there might be more coming, but no.

He's just staring back at me, waiting.

I consider stalling by asking
what he means, but I already know and stalling only delays
this inevitable conversation.

"I like the rush, I guess." I
say, giving the simplest
answer I can.

"It makes me feel alive and maybe it tempts fate a little."

"But why?" he asks again.

"Why would you want to
tempt fate? And what are you running from on the ground
that you need to do something like that to get a rush?"