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Scene: 31

Twilight over LA

Setting: O'hara Airport

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Ahri was a little apprehensive of the invasive paps, and when she packed her Celine luggage for her LA flight, she decided to call a private Uber to come and pick her up. Her heart was racing as she made sure her travel documents were packed in a dark folder.

She had one small luggage trolley bag and a smaller one that looked like a tote bag. She clothed herself in a dark grey Adidas tracksuit sweater and light grey pants with her Jordan sneakers. She will be five days in LA spending time with Hobi, but Hobi will leave a day before her for his Seoul concerts.

You will follow a day later with your family. Your family is very excited to visit your paternal grandparents in Busan. They have a seaside property. The Kangs were part of the Chaebol legacy because her grandparents own a chain of cosmetic surgeries across South Korea.

The drive to Seoul, where they will be special guests of Hobi, will take almost three hours. Ahri felt so nervous for just the thought of meeting the Jugs. She hopes they will accept her into their superstar son's life. She loves him so much, and she wants him to be happy.

By late afternoon, her Uber had picked her up at the underground parking lot. She asked the security to let them in due to the paparazzi that was still lurking around.

Ahri sighed in total relief when the Uber drove out. She had huge sunglasses on, and her hair was loose on her shoulders.
It wasn't long before she walked face down through O'Hare Airport towards the first-class checking desk.

O'Hare International was anything but ordinary this afternoon, with the bustling travelers going or coming back from their travels. You could hear rolling luggage, young business executives walking briskly in a hurry with phones next to their ears, and those constant airport announcements echoed in the background.

She walked through the luxury VIP terminal. When she entered the VIP lounge, soft jazz music was playing in the background. Beautiful scented candles and beautiful floral arrangements lined up the VIP counters. She also bought some interesting candy for the flight.

The first-class treatment was like a warm, luxurious blanket around her. When she entered, she was greeted by her full name, and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice was handed to her, and even a warm towel that smelled like fresh apples and strawberries.

A concierge took her luggage away as the beautiful, polite private assistant handled her check-in swiftly. What was so refreshing is that no one seemed to make any association with who she was or who she was connected to. Ahri chuckled where she sat on the leather sofa, playing with her phone.

Nobody knew that she was the invisible girlfriend of Jung Hoseok, better known as K-pop's dance machine, J-Hope, who rewrote his undisputed talent and dominance as a solo artist here in the US.

It felt so great not to see a single camera, whispers behind cupped hands, or curious glances with some kind of recognition of the Mona Lisa girl. She was just a silent VIP passenger. Her anonymity felt like her new secret power.

She didn't have to wait long to board. First class was more than just a seat; it was an experience all its own. She wasn't foreign to first-class travel. As a family they usually fly first class when they vacation overseas.

But this was her own doing. Flying first class to another state. She was offered champagne, warm sugar-coated nuts, intriguing handcrafted snacks, and noise-canceling earpods; it was like the world stood still just to pamper her. A strange, relaxed relief went through her body. For the first time in weeks, she experienced clarity in her thoughts.

She sighed in relief when she sat back in her single seat near the window.

When she was safe on board, she sent all her family text messages and told them she was secure on board and that she'll see them in five days. Sori was again over the top and told her that she's glad her sister had a bit of a change of environment after the witch hunt of antis and obsessed fans.

Her phone buzzed; they had not yet taken off. The first-class attendants were super kind and friendly. There were only three travelers in the first-class cabin, so they got all the pampering and care. While they took her dinner preferences, she opened her phone with a big smile.

On her screen a message was blinking. Hobi

Hobi: Hi, baby, are you on board yet? I'm counting every minute to your arrival.😘

She smirked as she felt an overwhelming affection for her loving boyfriend. She still had to pinch herself at how surreal their whole relationship was—she, a doctor and a superstar.

You: I'm just boarded. 🫠The VIP lounge was like a spa treatment, but I wasn't yet hungry enough to eat from the buffet. I can't wait to see you. 😘

Hobi: Baby, you deserve the whole spa treatment. I know you will have dinner on board, but I'm ordering your favorite seafood platter for later tonight and some dessert. Do you have any preferences? 😊

You giggle quietly.

You say, "Aw sweetheart, I love seafood, but please order for me when I arrive. Surprise me with the dessert. I'm craving something comforting, Hobi. 😍

Hobi: Oh my! Got it. You deserve something warm and sensual. Well, you'll get some chocolate-coated Hobi kisses for dessert. 🥰😘

You: Oh my word! You're so cheesy, but I love it. 😍

Hobi: I love you, Kang Ahri. Oh yes. I've already set aside reserved tickets for your parents and grandparents for my Seoul show. A special, private booth with my family. You might meet Bangtan on that day after their discharge. The boys can't wait to see you face-to-face. Even my sister and her husband want to meet you. My parent also suggests a lovely dinner with both families. 😉

Ahris's heart starts racing. Meeting the parents. Meeting the chaotic Bangtan. He is seated next to his parents during the family meal. No pressure.

You: I'm nervous now. 🫣

Hobi: Don't be; they will love you. 😇

Ahri bit her lips; a new kind of nervousness overwhelmed her. She inhaled deeply and sent the last message before they were to take off. Her phone was low; she forgot to charge it after coming back from lunch with her mom.

It was relaxing in first class; the food was well prepared: steak and roast veggies, some seafood salad, and for dessert, a piece of custard cheesecake. She sipped on the glass of red wine while watching a romantic comedy in flight.

When the plane landed at LAX, you felt nervous yet excited. You got your luggage and walked out of the arrival terminal, and a mountain of a man, a bold African American man, was standing with a small white board with your name, Kang A, and was standing with a huge polite smile. Your eyes widen at his professional attire. All I see is pristine black. He was huge, as you just reached his shoulder.

He looked amused at your wide eyes.

You cleared your throat," Er...are you my ride?"

He chuckled, taking her luggage that was placed in a trolley. "So you must be Miss Ahri. You're smaller than I expected."

She cleared her throat and laughed awkwardly, a little flustered.,"Er, I get that a lot. What did you expect?" She looked with raised eyes as they both walked to the exit side by side.

He grinned, his teeth so pearly white," Well, I thought you'd be all diamonds and drama. Not so grounded and...normal." He teased.

Ahri rolled her eyes with a small smile," Sorry to disappoint... you're taller than I've expected."

He just chuckled softly as you chatted. He led her to a secluded terminal. It felt strangely exclusive. Through the huge glass doors you notice few charter planes standing on the tarmac. Millionaires charters. The charters were arranged in a sleek row, but the sight of them made your breath catch.

A silver charter helicopter, the blades were slowing, and it looked like those movie scenes. Before she could process the surrealistic situation, the helicopter door opened and there jumped out a figure. Hobi.

Hobi was dressed in a brown and cream designer jacket and black cargo pants. Hobi, with his messy curly hair and tinted glasses, exudes a huge smile that almost made her knees buckle under her weight.

Hobi chuckled, You thought I was going to get someone else to pick you up?" He starts grinning at the shock of her face. She didn't answer; she just ran.

Their bodies collided with laughter, arms tightly locked around each other, almost like magnets. Hobi hugged her snugly, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. They didn't care and ignored the bodyguard, who smirked behind his shades a few steps away.

As they were helped inside the luxurious charter helicopter, the atmosphere immediately shifted. It was cozy and intimate. Hobi slid his arm around her waist and pulled her closer against him, her face flushed as he leaned down, and before long, their lips met in a slow and tender kiss. They didn't care who was watching, but the pilot and the bodyguard next to him were both oblivious to what was happening right at the back of the charter.

Your cheeks were beet red as you snuggled under his arms, hearing the soft rumbling of his laughter. The helicopter rose and flew over the shimmering twilight skyline. It was vast, and the lights were twinkling like scattered diamonds on dark blue velvet fabric.

You were in awe as your heart raced, a little nervous of the height. But Hobi just holds you close, kissing your temples as he senses your apprehension. They eventually descend onto the rooftop of a glittering skyscraper, the private helipad of Hobi' penthouse apartment.

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Scene: 32

Belonging ,finally

Settings: On the charter

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She was helped out. The bodyguard took her luggage and escorted them through a discreet door guarded by silent security. It led straight into the lavish private hallway that whispered of quiet wealth.

When the bodyguard opened the double doors and rolled your luggage in, your breath hitched. Inside the penthouse was like a page out of those glossy interior decorating magazines. Ahri's eyes roamed over the black chrome that glinted against warm dark wood and the sleek glass wall that reflected the LA skyline with the twinkling city lights.

She notices a cute small corner with a cozy L-shaped black leather sofa with light grey scattered cushions, a huge modern lamp, and a huge TV mounted against the brick wall with a glass table with books. It faced another panoramic wall.

The small TV lounge was opposite an open-plan trendy kitchen with state-of-the-art appliances and a dining room with leather seating, and her eyes widen at the opposite huge lounge area.

The sight of the ceiling-to-floor panoramic windows, stretching out to the endless skyline, left her breathless. It was as if the environment was blended into the heartbeat of LA. The formal lounge was a minimalistic luxury.

You," Wow! The mansion was situated atop a 35-story building."

It was only her and Hobi.

Hobi smirked as he took your hand. "I decided to buy this place when I work on solo projects or just come and experience Los Angeles's hospitality. It's private and secluded. On this floor is a private gym and a swimming pool. You will enjoy the amenities of this penthouse.

She led her through the marble-clad hallway and opened a door showing the huge, cozy master bedroom. "I'm letting you have this master bedroom for maximum comfort..."

Ahris's steps falter at the door. "Oh gosh! No, Hobi. This is your private domain. I'm your guest. A plain room is okay with me." She looked horrified as she whispered.

"It's our space now. I want you to enjoy the best, baby. This penthouse has two more en suite bedrooms. I'll be comfortable." Hobi smiled, and he was firm. He wants her to enjoy the best of his space.

While you stood with your nose against the window, your heart was fluttering. Hobi brought your luggage, and he showed you the huge bathroom if you wanted to refresh.

She just nodded as she admired the darkened skyline. The evening was like their own love story.

By 9pm you and Hobi were again hungry, and he ordered that seafood platter from a very expensive seafood restaurant, known as a celebrity choice. They sat after dinner in the cozy TV lounge, watching a movie, with a soft throw over them as Hobi fed her Italian kisses.

They laughed, and the conversation flowed so comfortably. Occasionally they will stare into each other's eyes, and without any conversation, slip into each other's arms and kiss each other with wild abandon; the comfort and love in his arms render them both breathless.

Hobi with his lips against hers,"I love you with all my heart, sweetheart"

Ahris arms are still snuggly around his shoulder, "I love you too Jung Hoseok." She softly kiss his lips, tender and lovingly.

Hobi smile in her eyes as he caressed her cheeks,"Baby please don't let us wait too long to get married. I want you to be with me forever...working towards a future."

Ahri chuckle softly, playing with the hair on his nape of his neck," I won't let you wait...and yes, we can start planning our future."

The light shine in eyes as he with a deep chuckled pull you down on the sofa, kissing you in your neck folds as you both broke out in fits of laughter, amid kisses and tickling.

Hobi knew that moment that Ahri was his, and he would fight to keep her in his life and shield her from the scrutiny of his blaring superstar lifestyle.

Ahri Kang was the girl he wanted to call his wife. Ahri knew through the soft kisses, nestled in his arms, that this was where she truly belonged...with him.

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A/n: Ahri landed in LA

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1. What's your take on this charter?

2. Do you think Hobi already plan a marriage soon?

3. Do you think the agency knows about Ahris presence in LA?

4. Do you think Ahri is ready to settle?

5. How do you think the PR company will react?

6. Do you think Ahri will be forced to sigh a NDA know that she and Hobi are official?

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