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Kibum bit his lip in pain, looking down at his knee that was slightly bleeding. He was sitting on a chair in the kitchen with Jonghyun kneeled in front of him, resting Kibum's long, smooth leg on his knee and disinfecting the wound with cotton whool.

He had bumped his knee against the corner of the little, glass table in their living room. One of the servants had immediately informed Jonghyn, knowing how the pilot could get when he finds out his precious, little angel had cried or got hurt. He got worried over him for the smallest, most ridiculous things, and even though it was really cute that he cared so much for the young boy, it was hella tiring for their employees.
Once Jonghyun got insanely furious at them for not telling them earlier that Kibum had cried because he got into a fight with someone from school. He was in Europe when it happened but none of the employees decided to say a word about it when he got home. 
From then on they all acted as if Kibum was going to die whenever he cried or got hurt.

There was a maid that quickly rushed to the first aid kid, bringing it to her master who was already on site, kneeled in front of a whimpering Kibum.
The blonde was clutching both sides of the chair at the stinging pain, letting out a small wincing every time his boyfriend touched the wound. Jonghyun gently caressed his leg with his free hand to soothe the pain, an almost unnoticeable smile tugging at the corner of his lips because of the other's adorable, little whines.
One of the servants was standing behind the chair Kibum was sitting on, in case they needed anything.

Jonghyun grabbed a cute, colorful plaster and gently put it on the wound. The young boy let out a shaky breath when his boyfriend looked up at him with a smile.
Before standing up, the eldest left a couple of butterfly kisses on the smooth skin of his leg, the servant behind Kibum turning slightly red at the action.

When Jonghyun was done, he picked the still whimpering teen up and carried him to the living room, leaving the mess in the kitchen for the maids to clean up.

Kibum's legs were around the older boy's torso, and his arms tightly clutching at his white shirt. A couple of maids who passed them by shot the couple an embarrassed smile, quickly scurrying away to give them some privacy as Jonghyun bent down to lay Kibum down on the large, fluffy couch. The blonde didn't let go, though, arms and legs tightening around the other's strong body.
Jonghyun chuckled, letting his boyfriend pull him with him on the couch. He supported himself on his elbows to prevent the younger boy from getting crushed under his body.

Jonghyun was held down by the seventeen year old's slim legs, his pretty face burried in Jonghyun's chest. He kissed the golden blond hair, enjoying the warm breath that hit his neck every time Kibum would breathe out.

Jonghyun chuckled after a while, tugging at the legs around him, "Hey, let go," 
He felt the younger boy sigh against the sensitive skin of his neck, loosening his grip on his boyfriend's body and letting his legs fall apart.
Jonghyun couldn't help but gulp at the slightly sight, Kibum's pretty face now resting on the soft cushions of the couch.

He dove in to give him a little kiss on the corner of his lips, smiling down at the seventeen year old before standing up, telling the disappointed younger boy that he had still a lot of paperwork.

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Jonghyun loved flying more than anything else in the world.
He couldn't quite describe how it felt to fly over the clouds, soar through the sky and float above earth where all of his problems were.
(but also the love of his life, so when it came to that he had slightly mixed feelings.)
The tingly feeling in his stomach when they take off, the familiar rumbling of the plane when there was a slight turbulence.
He couldn't get enough of the beeping sounds on the green radar, or the feeling of the joystick in his hand. He felt complete when he was flying a plane, and nothing else could. (well, maybe Kibum could, but that was different.)

His eyes were fixated on the view outside as he gently, carefully tilted the joystick a little.
He was only the co-pilot, but it still felt incredible to control such a big machine with more than a hundred passengers on board.
Their lives were in his hands, and it was the most gratifying feeling he could ever muster to be able to bring them safely across the world.

There was a silence, he and Daehyun, the actual pilot, didn't talk much. Their fully concentration went to the controls, buttons and radars in the cockpit instead, occasionally asking questions about their life or what they were going to do when they got back home.
Daehyun himself was already married with three kids, a happy, loving family and Jonghyun could tell he loved his wife to death, the smile that appeared on his face and gave him little wrinkles when he talked about her speaking more than a thousand words.

Jonghyun himself had a picture of Kibum hidden in his wallet, well acutally he had more than only one in there.
He liked to show off his boyfriend at the flight attendants or Daehyun, telling them how sweet and perfect he was. Every time he got the same reaction and he couldn't be anymore proud, "Aw, he's so pretty !"
He would vigorously nod his head, an automatic smile appearing on his plump lips at just the thought of the other's face.

Jonghyun picked up the microphone that was in between them, bringing it to his mouth, "Good evening passengers, this is your co-pilot Kim Jonghyun speaking, we will be landing in New york in a few minutes," He said in a polite manner, trying to sound not too exhausted because of the long plane flight they just had to fight themselves through.

"I'm going on a break for a couple of minutes, can you handle it by yourself for now ?" Jonghyun asked Daehyun who sat back in the chair, just staring into nothing. The plane was on auto pilot so they didn't have to do much right now. He got an absent nod from the man in return.

It was dark outside and the stars above them shone brightly, the big, round moon hanging high in the sky and giving a creepy feeling to the pitch black night.

Jonghyun stood up, taking off his cap and jacket before stepping out of the hot cockpit. Even though they didn't have to do anything else beside sitting and occasionally turning a few buttons, the tension in the cockpit was always razor sharp, their one hundred procent concentration was aimed on the huge dashboard in front (and even above) them so that they wouldn't miscalculate or push a wrong button.

He let out a sattisfied sigh when cool air of the well-conditioned plane hit his skin, politely smiling at a passenger who was making his way to the bathroom. He stepped into the little 'kitchen' where some of the flight attendants were talking and decided to join them.

"Oh, good evening sir, is there something we can do for you ?" They asked him with their typical colgate smile.
Jonghyun just shook his head, leaning against one of the counters in the narrow area, "Were there any problems during the flight ?" He questioned them out of pure interest. They just needed a subject to talk about. 

"Not really," They admitted. 
One of the girls fixed her navy blue jacket, putting her hair back in place. There were also stewards, but Jonghyun assumed that they were probably serving the passengers. He nodded in sattisfaction, fixing his bangs that covered his forehead until one of the girls timidly emerged, "How's Kibum sir ?" She questioned with a shy smile.

Jonghyun's lips curled upward, "He had P.E. a couple of hours ago, but he told me he fell, so I'm not sure if he's doing okay right now," He explained, a worried look appearing on his face. The pilot remembered the girl from when they were still in Korea waiting to be able to go on the plane, they had talked about stuff including Kibum so that's why she knew. She also heard him calling with the boy when they made a stop in France. She was probably just curious.

The girl pouted a little, "Aw," and wanted to open to speak up again but was cut off by one of the other flight attendants, "Who's Kibum ?"

"My boyfriend," Jonghyun said dreamily, a tiny smile still gracing his lips. It felt amazing to call him 'his'.

The sterwardess' mouth turned into a small 'o' but was soon replaced with a flash of her pearly, white teeth, "That's cute," She admitted, "Do you have a picture ?" The other girls vigorously nodded their heads, wanting to see who was able to conquer the pilot's heart.

They all squealed in utter delight at seeing the pretty face, yanking the picture out of Jonghyun's hand and gawking over his cuteness, "Oh my, oppa, he's so precious," They giggled and Jonghyun couldn't help but feel pride bubble inside of him, his heart swelling when he took a glance at the picture of the little boy himself.

"From where is he, he doesn't look Korean ?" One of the girls asked, eyes still glued on the little picture.
Jonghyun shrugged, fixing his tie a little, "I don't know, he's an orphan," He explained.

"Oh," Two of them said in a sad voice, giving Jonghyun a little pout, "How old is he ?" They asked, finally giving back the picture.
Jonghyun looked at it himself for a second before putting it safely back in his wallet, "Seventeen,"
The flight attendants giggled, "He's still young," 
The pilot nodded, raising his wrist to check his watch, "Oh, gotta go,"  He said hastily before flashing them one of his killer smiles and rushing back to the cockpit.

"You're late," Daehyun said monotone, hands on the joystick as he squinted his eyes at the view in front of him, pitch black with twinkling little city lights beneath them that illuminated New York City like a christmas tree.

Jonghyun shot him an apologetic look, quickly making his way in the chair and grabbing the microphone from the console, "Good evening passengers, we are now going to land in New York city, it's twelve degrees outside and slightly raining. Thank you for flying with Korean airlines and I hope you had a good flight. Have a pleasant stay," And with that he put the microphone back, hands flying to the buttons and radars to prepare for landing.

The plane gently dove, slowly making its way through the endless black and gliding down to earth after circling above the beautiful city a couple of times. After a few of minutes they were allowed to land on one of the airstrips, attentively focusing their eyes on the little lights which outlined the tarmac.

"Three hundred and twenty," Jonghyun said, looking at the little screen to his right that indicated the altitude of the plane.
"Hundred above, two hundred," He tried to say as clear as possible, Daehyun's hand still on the joystick, occasionally turning a button.

"Minimum," Jonghyun said, eyes never leaving the screen.

"One hundred,"

"Fifty, forty, thirty, twenty retard," He said loudly, beginning to count down along with the screen, "Ten, five," With that the wheels of the plane hit the ground.

The transportation mean shook heavily, rolling over the airstrip in high speed.
It didn't take longer than a minute or the plane came to a stop, a huge tube attaching itself on the opening of the plane that lead the passengers inside the huge airport.
Jonghyun switched off the seatbelt button as Daehyun stood up, dusting off his jacket and fixing the pilot's cap on his head.
The other stood up as well, shaking the pilot's hand, something they always did when the succesfully landed as a sign of good teamwork.

They both made their way to the exit of the plane, joining the flight attendants with greeting the passengers that streamed out with a friendly smile.
When everybody was out, the exhausted crew took off their uniform jackets and stepped inside the tunnel, going down to the airport.

Something tugged at his heart when he his cellphone and noticed that he'd received a bunch of messages from his boyfriend in Korea, all consisting of how stupid school was or that his knee still hurt from his fall earlier that day during P.E.

He immediately hit the call button and was greeted by the other's cheerful, bubbly voice, "Hyung !"
His heart melted at the sound of Kibum, a stupid grin crossing his face, answering, "Hey baby,"

***

and this is Kibum's hair color/style in the story :

(I LOVE HIM WITH THAT NECKLACE THINGY ON HIS HEAD he will appear like this in my story, not sure when BUT OMG HE'S SO CUTE MAIJMQSDG HAVE MY BABIES QKLDFJQDKLG YOU CAN'T HAVE BABIES WITH JONGHYUN SO HAVE MINE INSTEAD QEKDJKLGQJDG YOU AND JONGHYUN ARE ALLOWED TO RAISE OUR CHILD, LIKE UMMA AND APPA. SINCE I STILL HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL AND ... JUST .... MARRY JONGHYUN OK. PLEASE. FOR ME. JUST -- MARRY HIM. LIKE ... NAO. IF NECESSARY MOVE TO BELGIUM WHERE THEY ARE PRO HOMO MARRIAGE AGhgazfbqsdlYAZF)

so anyway, yes. his hair looks like that.