Chapter 17

"Hyun, can you hold my hand?"

Watching Jaejun fasten and double-check his seatbelt, I hear him ask that.

"It's almost the same as the helicopter, my dear. We'll be safe in the air."

"It's different. Helicopters fly lower."

"I asked if you wanted to take a helicopter, but you didn't. Why?"

"I've never been on a plane, and I wanted to do it as the first thing we'd do as a couple."

I smile, fasten my own seatbelt, and wait for the plane to take off.

"But now I'm not sure if it was a good idea," Jaejun continues, taking a deep breath while his fingers fumble. "I have butterflies in my stomach, Hyun."

"That's a very romantic thing to say," I joke, watching him open his eyes again and then cover his mouth. "But thank you for your honesty. I'll protect you; don't be nervous."

"No, Hyun, forget what I just said."

"But it's true."

"No, it's not. Imagine how gross it would be to say that at such a nice moment for us."

"Bu