With the remaining days coming to an end, their first vacation even though it came with ups and downs, broken trust and broken walls, Minho had managed to rebuild small portions of it before their bags were packed and they prepared to head for the airport to catch their flight back home. The last day was spent making arrangements for a private jet to come and retrieve them and bring them back safely.
Not much time had passed until they were both on the jet, seated upon plush leather cushions with seatbelts fastened for the initial take off. Minho had made sure to tell Kibum that he could sit wherever he'd like to and that he didn't have to sit with him if he didn't want to. He had taken a seat next to the window, glancing out and up at the clear blue sky with small wisps of white that trailed across it. This was one of those times he was at a loss for words.
As the jet finally took off, lifting up from the ground as it came to the end of the runway, Minho tried to relax in his seat, fists clenched tightly for just a moment as it felt like his stomach sank with the sudden pressure of going up. Once the feeling had went away, he let out a quiet breath, his eyes opening as he glanced over at the boy. "Jayden... Are you alright?"
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