➡️ Kindly read the previous pov that I posted a few minutes ago ⬅️
Continuation of the previous pov:-
Scene Title: “Clouds, Champagne, and Childlike Wonder”
Location: Paris Charles de Gaulle – Private Elite Terminal
Y/N’s fingers were still laced with Princess’s tiny hand when they stepped into the sleek, marble-floored lounge, which looked more like the lobby of a seven-star hotel than an airport.
There were no chaotic announcements, no scurrying passengers or squeaky trolleys—only soft instrumental music humming through the air and attendants dressed sharper than a runway model offering rose-scented towels.
Taehyung walked ahead casually, but he kept glancing back at Y/N.
And she?
She had paused mid-step, mouth slightly parted in awe, her gaze sweeping over the crystal chandeliers, the velvet high-back seats, the glass table with gold-flaked macarons.
“This is...?” she asked quietly.
“The waiting lounge,” Taehyung smiled, watching her with eyes that couldn’t help but soften.
“Waiting lounge?” she blinked. “This looks like Versailles and a dream had a baby.”
He laughed—an actual soft laugh, the kind he only did around her. He leaned in and whispered, “Just wait till you see the flight cabin.”
Scene Shift: Inside the Ultra-Elite Business Class Suite
Y/N stepped inside the private cabin and halted again.
Her breath caught.
It wasn’t just Business Class—it was art.
Warm wood-paneled walls, glowing amber lights, cream-colored reclining chairs that molded to her frame like a hug, and a private sliding door that made it feel like her own little world.
She turned in slow, stunned circles, staring at the leather console, the silk-covered pillow set, the built-in bookshelf with real novels, and a glowing touchpad that offered everything from Italian hot chocolate to an on-air yoga guide.
“Taehyung…” she whispered. “This is a house in the clouds.”
He sat down lazily, arm draped over the armrest, but his gaze never left her.
“You like it?” he asked, voice unusually gentle.
“Like it? I feel like if I touch too hard, I’ll break something.”
She plopped cautiously onto the recliner seat, hands nervously clutching the edge.
“I’ve never even been in Business Class… forget this. I don’t even know if I’m allowed to breathe here.”
Taehyung chuckled, but his heart... god, it swelled. He wasn’t used to feeling like this—this protective, warm, hopelessly in love feeling.
“Breathe all you want,” he murmured, kneeling briefly in front of her and lifting her hands. “You belong here more than anyone.”
She scoffed and looked away—but her cheeks were dusted in pink.
Mid-Air: Quiet Moments and Warmth
Princess had long fallen asleep in her cozy cot, bundled like a dumpling in the warm blanket.
Y/N, however, was wide awake, pressing every button on the menu screen like a fascinated child.
“This thing has a stargazing mode?” she gasped. “Taehyung, the ceiling changes colors! Look!”
“Yes, yes,” he smiled, watching her excitement like someone who had just witnessed the sunrise after years of darkness.
“And the chair reclines all the way like a bed! Why do people even need hotel rooms if these exist?!”
Taehyung placed a hand on his heart in mock agony. “Please stop being so adorable. I can’t handle it.”
✧ Scene Title: “Altitude & Amour Served on Gold” ✧
The private cabin of the luxury jet glowed under soft amber lights, the windows darkened by automatic tint to create a cozy ambience. Princess was tucked away in the crib-bed beside them, her tiny fists clutching a silk blanket as she snored softly, dreaming baby dreams.
Y/N had just finished marveling at the interior decor again—gilded etchings along the paneling, a chandelier-style lighting cluster above them, and velvet cream seats that reclined smoother than any hotel bed she’d ever known. Everything felt like it was carved out of royalty’s daydreams.
She was still looking around like a stunned tourist when the steward entered, wheeling in a crystal-top table and covered silver domes.
“Your gourmet menu is served, sir,” the steward bowed slightly.
Taehyung smirked at her awe. “Wait till you taste what flying like royalty actually tastes like.”
He pulled the table forward and flicked the covers off with flair, like unveiling treasure.
Y/N’s jaw almost dropped.
✧ The Menu ✧
• A shimmering bowl of white truffle risotto topped with gold flakes
• Butter-seared scallops in a saffron champagne glaze
• Miniature duck roulades wrapped in herb-crusted pastry
• A deconstructed beetroot terrine with edible flowers and crystalized lime dust
• And for dessert, an exquisite lavender crème brûlée served with a spun sugar tiara
And beside it all—poured into long-stem glasses—was non-alcoholic chilled elderflower sparkling nectar, with a single blue orchid floating delicately inside.
Y/N blinked rapidly, trying to process the edible artwork before her.
“I—I don’t think I’m allowed to eat this. It feels like I’ll get fined if I breathe near it.”
Taehyung chuckled, slicing a piece of roulade and placing it gently on her plate. “You deserve to eat like this every day.”
She shook her head. “This is not eating. This is—this is attending the MET Gala in my mouth.”
“Exactly,” Taehyung grinned. “Bon appétit, my Lady of Paris.”
✧ In Between the Bites ✧
Y/N took a spoonful of the truffle risotto and paused.
Her pupils dilated.
Her whole soul seemed to ascend into a higher realm.
“I think I just forgave three of my ex-friends for no reason,” she whispered.
Taehyung laughed so hard he choked on his elderflower drink.
“You’re ridiculous,” she muttered.
“And you’re adorable and hilarious when you taste any dish.”
She poked his chest with her fork. “Why do you keep doing this?”
“Because I’m hopelessly in love with you,” he replied casually, lifting her hand and kissing the back of it. “Also, because I like watching you gasp like a five-year-old discovering fairy dust.”
✧ Dessert & Daydreams ✧
As the steward cleared the main course, he returned with the lavender crème brûlée. Y/N hesitated, then broke the sugar top with the back of her spoon. The scent alone made her eyes flutter shut.
“Mmhh,” she moaned softly.
Taehyung paused mid-sip.
“If you make that sound again, I might lose all my sanity.”
Y/N snorted, covering her mouth.
✧ Post-Meal Peace ✧
The lights dimmed into a soft, starry projection along the ceiling as the cabin settled into silence, until Y/N said softly,
“You always knew I was simple. I didn’t need any of this. But today…” “…today I felt like the universe bowed a little for me.”
Taehyung’s voice was soft, warm, unshakable.
“Because you deserve it. And the universe should bow every day you smile.”
Y/N exhaled deeply.
For once, she didn’t argue.
Later: Her Head on His Shoulder
They didn’t speak for a while. The stars outside blinked like gentle secrets, and Y/N’s head slowly dropped on his shoulder, her breathing steady.
He didn’t move.
Not even a twitch.
His fingers rested near hers on the shared armrest, and all he could think of was how much this moment meant—her sleeping beside him, unaware that she’d just made a part of him feel at peace for the first time in years.
“You belong in all the luxury this world has,” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. “But I’d still love you even if we had to walk through fire barefoot.”
♡ JungSu ♡
➡️ Kindly read the previous pov that I posted a few minutes ago ⬅️
Continuation of the previous pov:-
Scene Title: “Clouds, Champagne, and Childlike Wonder”
Location: Paris Charles de Gaulle – Private Elite Terminal
Y/N’s fingers were still laced with Princess’s tiny hand when they stepped into the sleek, marble-floored lounge, which looked more like the lobby of a seven-star hotel than an airport.
There were no chaotic announcements, no scurrying passengers or squeaky trolleys—only soft instrumental music humming through the air and attendants dressed sharper than a runway model offering rose-scented towels.
Taehyung walked ahead casually, but he kept glancing back at Y/N.
And she?
She had paused mid-step, mouth slightly parted in awe, her gaze sweeping over the crystal chandeliers, the velvet high-back seats, the glass table with gold-flaked macarons.
“This is...?” she asked quietly.
“The waiting lounge,” Taehyung smiled, watching her with eyes that couldn’t help but soften.
“Waiting lounge?” she blinked. “This looks like Versailles and a dream had a baby.”
He laughed—an actual soft laugh, the kind he only did around her. He leaned in and whispered, “Just wait till you see the flight cabin.”
Scene Shift: Inside the Ultra-Elite Business Class Suite
Y/N stepped inside the private cabin and halted again.
Her breath caught.
It wasn’t just Business Class—it was art.
Warm wood-paneled walls, glowing amber lights, cream-colored reclining chairs that molded to her frame like a hug, and a private sliding door that made it feel like her own little world.
She turned in slow, stunned circles, staring at the leather console, the silk-covered pillow set, the built-in bookshelf with real novels, and a glowing touchpad that offered everything from Italian hot chocolate to an on-air yoga guide.
“Taehyung…” she whispered. “This is a house in the clouds.”
He sat down lazily, arm draped over the armrest, but his gaze never left her.
“You like it?” he asked, voice unusually gentle.
“Like it? I feel like if I touch too hard, I’ll break something.”
She plopped cautiously onto the recliner seat, hands nervously clutching the edge.
“I’ve never even been in Business Class… forget this. I don’t even know if I’m allowed to breathe here.”
Taehyung chuckled, but his heart... god, it swelled. He wasn’t used to feeling like this—this protective, warm, hopelessly in love feeling.
“Breathe all you want,” he murmured, kneeling briefly in front of her and lifting her hands. “You belong here more than anyone.”
She scoffed and looked away—but her cheeks were dusted in pink.
Mid-Air: Quiet Moments and Warmth
Princess had long fallen asleep in her cozy cot, bundled like a dumpling in the warm blanket.
Y/N, however, was wide awake, pressing every button on the menu screen like a fascinated child.
“This thing has a stargazing mode?” she gasped. “Taehyung, the ceiling changes colors! Look!”
“Yes, yes,” he smiled, watching her excitement like someone who had just witnessed the sunrise after years of darkness.
“And the chair reclines all the way like a bed! Why do people even need hotel rooms if these exist?!”
Taehyung placed a hand on his heart in mock agony. “Please stop being so adorable. I can’t handle it.”
✧ Scene Title: “Altitude & Amour Served on Gold” ✧
The private cabin of the luxury jet glowed under soft amber lights, the windows darkened by automatic tint to create a cozy ambience. Princess was tucked away in the crib-bed beside them, her tiny fists clutching a silk blanket as she snored softly, dreaming baby dreams.
Y/N had just finished marveling at the interior decor again—gilded etchings along the paneling, a chandelier-style lighting cluster above them, and velvet cream seats that reclined smoother than any hotel bed she’d ever known. Everything felt like it was carved out of royalty’s daydreams.
She was still looking around like a stunned tourist when the steward entered, wheeling in a crystal-top table and covered silver domes.
“Your gourmet menu is served, sir,” the steward bowed slightly.
Taehyung smirked at her awe. “Wait till you taste what flying like royalty actually tastes like.”
He pulled the table forward and flicked the covers off with flair, like unveiling treasure.
Y/N’s jaw almost dropped.
✧ The Menu ✧
• A shimmering bowl of white truffle risotto topped with gold flakes
• Butter-seared scallops in a saffron champagne glaze
• Miniature duck roulades wrapped in herb-crusted pastry
• A deconstructed beetroot terrine with edible flowers and crystalized lime dust
• And for dessert, an exquisite lavender crème brûlée served with a spun sugar tiara
And beside it all—poured into long-stem glasses—was non-alcoholic chilled elderflower sparkling nectar, with a single blue orchid floating delicately inside.
Y/N blinked rapidly, trying to process the edible artwork before her.
“I—I don’t think I’m allowed to eat this. It feels like I’ll get fined if I breathe near it.”
Taehyung chuckled, slicing a piece of roulade and placing it gently on her plate. “You deserve to eat like this every day.”
She shook her head. “This is not eating. This is—this is attending the MET Gala in my mouth.”
“Exactly,” Taehyung grinned. “Bon appétit, my Lady of Paris.”
✧ In Between the Bites ✧
Y/N took a spoonful of the truffle risotto and paused.
Her pupils dilated.
Her whole soul seemed to ascend into a higher realm.
“I think I just forgave three of my ex-friends for no reason,” she whispered.
Taehyung laughed so hard he choked on his elderflower drink.
“You’re ridiculous,” she muttered.
“And you’re adorable and hilarious when you taste any dish.”
She poked his chest with her fork. “Why do you keep doing this?”
“Because I’m hopelessly in love with you,” he replied casually, lifting her hand and kissing the back of it. “Also, because I like watching you gasp like a five-year-old discovering fairy dust.”
✧ Dessert & Daydreams ✧
As the steward cleared the main course, he returned with the lavender crème brûlée. Y/N hesitated, then broke the sugar top with the back of her spoon. The scent alone made her eyes flutter shut.
“Mmhh,” she moaned softly.
Taehyung paused mid-sip.
“If you make that sound again, I might lose all my sanity.”
Y/N snorted, covering her mouth.
✧ Post-Meal Peace ✧
The lights dimmed into a soft, starry projection along the ceiling as the cabin settled into silence, until Y/N said softly,
“You always knew I was simple. I didn’t need any of this. But today…”
“…today I felt like the universe bowed a little for me.”
Taehyung’s voice was soft, warm, unshakable.
“Because you deserve it. And the universe should bow every day you smile.”
Y/N exhaled deeply.
For once, she didn’t argue.
Later: Her Head on His Shoulder
They didn’t speak for a while. The stars outside blinked like gentle secrets, and Y/N’s head slowly dropped on his shoulder, her breathing steady.
He didn’t move.
Not even a twitch.
His fingers rested near hers on the shared armrest, and all he could think of was how much this moment meant—her sleeping beside him, unaware that she’d just made a part of him feel at peace for the first time in years.
“You belong in all the luxury this world has,” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. “But I’d still love you even if we had to walk through fire barefoot.”
To be continued....
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