The Mile High Club

Blue is his favourite colour. Ever since he came back from the military, Joseph Park used his favourite colour to distract himself from the horrors and gruelling training which was the mandatory 2 year enlistment in South Korea. He looked for blue shoes, blue shirts, he even looked for blue cake and his favourite, blue coloured chocolate chip cookies!

Now we're all wondering why blue was the topic here, that is mainly due to the idol in front of him now. When Joseph was in military service, he decided to be like the others and focused on an idol. Being a healthy young male adult, he decided to focus on what was current at the time, he saw Itzy's Icy music video and from then on, he was hooked. Their cat-eyed leader, Hwang Yeji, gave off such charismatic and cool vibes that he was attracted to her from that moment onwards.

After military service, he took his time to find a job that suited him, a 6”2 with a build made from all the hard work, he decided to go into the bodyguard industry. Where else would he have a chance to use his muscles and also possibly get a chance to see his favourite idol. However, most of the jobs usually were for older men and their public dealing with MNC and the lot, not the glamorous work he had hoped for. But then one day, his agent called him and told him to prepare himself for a big event. His main client, the Hwang Yeji, on her way to Italy for Milan Fashion week to represent Dolce & Gabbana. He was shocked and yet ecstatic when he heard the news. His favourite idol would be in front of him!

As he got himself ready, he entered the JYP building, he was astounded by how big the building was. Even more so the amount of people, and how beautiful and handsome everybody around him looked. But nothing could compare when Yeji appeared. She wore a bright, cornflower-blue tweed cropped jacket which featured a classic round neckline, long sleeves with subtly frayed cuffs, and decorative gold-toned buttons running down the front. The textured weave adds depth to the garment, while the cropped length highlights her waist. She wore a pair of high-waisted, medium-wash denim shorts. They feature a frayed, raw-edge hemline, giving the look a relaxed, edgy contrast to the polished tweed of the jacket.

She stood with an air of effortless sophistication, wrapped in a vibrant, tactile tweed jacket that mimics the clear blue of a summer sky. The jacket’s structured silhouette and shimmering gold buttons provide a sharp, luxurious contrast to the playful, raw-edged denim shorts that showcase her long, toned legs. The ensemble is tied together by an eye-catching, high-gloss bag that glints with a futuristic, pearlescent shine, while her statement earrings catch the light, framing her face with a touch of opulent glamour. Every element of the look—from the crisp texture of the tweed to the casual, frayed denim—is carefully curated to project a persona that is both impeccably polished and tantalizingly approachable.

“Wow, you're gorgeous” Joseph blurted out. As soon as he said it, he felt embarrassed immediately. Here he was, big strong man who was suppose to be protection detail and all professional and yet the moment she appeared, his jaw dropped and couldn't keep his eyes off of her.

“Why thank you, you're not too bad looking yourself” Yeji said. She smirked as she had never encountered a bodyguard like him, they were usually very stiff and stoic in comparison. “So, Oppa, shall we go? We don't wanna be late now do we?”

“Errrr yes, of course Ma'am!” “Please, call me Yeji, I think that we're going to get know each other well enough”

As much as his embarrassment was taking over, Joseph composed himself as he directed to her to the limousine. Graciously opening the door for her and making sure she was safe. As he drove them to the airport, he found that Yeji was more chatty than expected. She spoked about her work, how she struggled as a leader sometimes, how the harsh criticism of the kpop world could consume anybody so easily. How she had to develop such strong characteristics to protect herself and the girls. It was a meaningful ride to Incheon airport.

As they got off, Yeji had to fulfill her duties as the paparazzi took pictures of her. She looked as flawless as can be, her presence majestic. Her wide smiles and her eyes shone as the cameras kept on flashing at her. A goddess upon the Earth. Everybody single detail being taken as waves of cameras poured upon her. Joseph wondered how she does it. After speaking to her on the ride here, he pondered about who the real Yeji was. She seemed liked she was playing a character if nothing else, a beautiful character nonetheless but he wanted to figure out the real Yeji, the one beneath the mask.

As he was just thinking this, he saw movement. A figure lurking in the dark, a few small steps away from the idol. “Yeji! You promised! You promised to see me! How could you!?!” The scream was different compared to the regular fan chants, this felt chaotic, feral even. His face a grotesque mask of obsession, a retractable blade glinting in his grip. The cameras, the fans, the airport security—it all blurred. Joseph moved on reflex, not caring for anything other than the safety of his client. He didn't think, he dismantled the threat. He caught the man's wrist mid-air, the sound of bones snapping against the sudden tension echoing in the suddenly silent terminal. He drove the man into the floor with a bone-jarring impact, his knee pinning the man's chest while his hand clamped over the man's throat to silence his shrieks.

“Move along people, nothing to see here.” As he handed the man over to airport security, he quickly guided Yeji straight to the jet. Murmurs went around the crowd as they witness just happened. But all that didn't matter to Joseph, his client's safety was the most important. “Keep on your eyes on the jet, Yeji,” Joseph ordered, his voice dropping to a gravelly lethal hum that left no room for arguement.

She didn't scream, she didn't look back. She walked towards the jet with a cold, practiced grace of a queen, though her fingers trembled as they pass security and onto the jet.

​Joseph stepped into the cabin, his suit jacket discarded, his white dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar. His adrenaline was a slow, pulsing fire. He walked toward her, and Yeji—the untouchable goddess—stood up to meet him, her face flushed with the kind of excitement that had nothing to do with the terror they’d just escaped.

​"You could have killed him," she whispered, her eyes tracking the jagged scratch on his cheek where the man’s ring had grazed him.

​"I could have," Joseph said, stepping into her personal space. He smelled of cold sweat and ozone. He reached up, his thumb tracing the line of her lower lip. "But my job is to protect you, and that is what I planned to do.”

There was tension in the air, electricity surging through them as they felt each other's touch. Yeji gasped, her back hitting the plush wall of the seat as she pulled him down by his tie. The transition was violent, a frantic shedding of their roles. She didn't want the protector; she wanted the man who broke things to ensure her safety. She wanted the man who belonged to no one else.

​"The cabin crew is behind the partition," she breathed, her hands sliding under his shirt, her nails raking down the corded muscles of his back. "They’re trained to hear everything. Do you care?"

​Joseph laughed, a low, dangerous sound that vibrated against her skin. He leaned down, his teeth grazing the sensitive cord of her neck. “I've wanted you since I've laid my eyes on you, you're just so……perfect.”

​He lifted her easily, settling her onto the edge of the wide, lie-flat bed. The luxury of the cabin, the gold-plated fixtures, and the fine champagne waiting in the chiller all faded into insignificance.

​”Milan is ten hours away," he murmured, his hand sliding up the silk of her skirt, his touch rough with the friction of unspent restraint. "You’re going to be a very busy girl."

​Yeji arched into him, a reckless, needy sound escaping her throat as his fingers moved with a searing, possessive intent. The plane banked, the slight tilt of the cabin throwing them together, blurring the boundary between the professional and the primal. In the dark, insulated cocoon of the jet, thousands of feet above the earth, the world ceased to exist. There was only the heat of their friction, the rhythm of the engines, and the thrill of having finally abandoned all caution.

He kissed her with a passion, their mouth intertwined as they both tried to devour each other. The tension from earlier finally breaking as they let their desires go, each of them wanting one another. As Joseph slowly took off her jacket and her shirt, he admired her even more. An equally revealing bra, also blue in colour and it made him hard. His idol and his favourite colour in front of him, what more could he ask. “You're perfect,” he exclaimed. He proceeded to give her kisses all around as he took off her bra and then her skirt. “You're insatiable,” Yeji moaned as each kiss was delivered with such longing, she couldn't help but moan more. They both finally stripped down, lust clearly in their eyes as they devoured each other bodies with their vision.

Joseph's big hard cock was sprung out as Yeji started to stroke him, she pursued it like a woman on a mission. She then knelt down as she started giving him small kisses around his member. Yeji smiled, her lips parting as she leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste the tip, swirling around the sensitive head with loving care. The vivid sensation hit him like lightning—the warmth of her mouth, the gentle suction as she took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing with each bob. She hummed softly, the vibrations sending shivers up his spine, her hands caressing his thighs, nails grazing lightly in a mix of tease and affection.

"Fuck, Yeji.. your mouth feels like heaven, you're so good at that" he groaned, his fingers weaving into her hair, not pulling hard but guiding her with gentle pressure, savoring the intimacy of her devotion. She deepthroated him slowly, her throat relaxing to take him fully, eyes watering but never breaking contact, conveying a depth of passion that went beyond words.

She pulled back briefly, stroking him with a slick hand, her saliva glistening on his shaft. "I love tasting us together, Joseph... your cum mixed with mine. Cum for me? Let me swallow every drop." Her voice was a whisper of love and lust, before she engulfed him again, sucking with passionate fervor, her tongue pressing against the underside, coaxing him closer.

Yeji kept the pressure up, sliding up and down and taking him like a pro. He was getting close. The build was exquisite—the wet heat, the loving gaze, the way her free hand cupped his balls, massaging gently. Joseph tensed, his orgasm surging in hot, throbbing pulses, ropes of cum spilling down her throat as she swallowed eagerly, milking him with soft hums. "Baby... yes, just like that," he panted, his hand stroking her hair tenderly. His orgasm was a thing of beauty for Yeji as she swallowed him whole. “Wow, someone was eager weren't they?” Yeji purred.

As he came down from his high, Joseph decided that it was time to return the favour. Joseph stepped between her thighs, his cock hardening again at the sight of her—vulnerable, open, his. He entered her slowly, inch by inch, their eyes locked in passionate connection, the stretch drawing a shared gasp. "You feel so good around me, Yeji…..just so good," he whispered, starting a slow, deep rhythm, his hands roaming her body—caressing her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until they ached.

She wrapped her legs around him, heels digging into his back, pulling him deeper. "Yes, Joseph... fill me completely," she moaned, her nails tracing patterns on his shoulders, their foreheads touching as they moved together. The mirror fogged with their breaths, reflecting the passion: her breasts bouncing with each thrust, the slick glide of his cock in her wet heat, the intimate slaps of skin. His hand slipped between them, rubbing her clit in loving circles, building the fire.

Her orgasm crested with profound intimacy—walls fluttering then clenching in passionate waves, juices squirting in hot pulses around him as she cried out, "Yes Joseph…….cumming so hard for you!" The squeeze pulled him over, his release flooding her in thick, throbbing spurts, their bodies trembling together in shared ecstasy.

As they finished their session, a flight attendant knocked tentatively on the partition, a soft, polite sound that seemed like it came from another planet.

​"Miss? Would you like dinner—"

​Joseph didn't even flinch. He decided that he would enjoy himself. He simply leaned into the sound, his hand tightening its grip on her thigh, forcing a sharp gasp from Yeji that sounded dangerously like a moan.

​"Not now," Yeji called out, her voice surprisingly steady, though her hands were buried deep in Jin-woo's hair, pulling him closer. "Bring it later. Do not disturb.”

​When the footsteps faded, Yeji chuckled, a dark, low sound that vibrated through her chest. "Careful," he murmured against her ear. “We could have been caught.”

​”And who's fault is that" she replied cheeckily, her voice filled with a newfound, reckless power. “Now let's continue then shall we?”

​He moved with a sudden, decisive grace, shifting his weight so that they were tangled together on the wide, lie-flat bed. The space was tight, but it only served to heighten the intensity. Every movement, every touch, was a secret shared between the two of them, hidden from the crew, hidden from the world, and hidden from the cameras.

Hours blurred into a singular, elongated moment of sensation. The cabin was a cocoon, a private universe where the rules of the outside world didn't apply. Joseph moved with a precision that bordered on the clinical, his hands and mouth navigating her body with the same focus he applied to his protection duties.

​He discovered her sensitivities one by one, cataloging them as if they were tactical vulnerabilities. The way her skin flushed under his touch, the way her breath hitched at the base of her throat, the way she clung to him as if he were the only thing keeping her grounded at thirty thousand feet.

​"You're mine," he whispered, a statement of fact that felt more like a promise.

​Yeji didn't argue. She didn't want to. She had spent her entire life being owned by the public, by her fans, by her company. But in this moment, belonging to Joseph felt like the only form of freedom she had ever known.

​As the sun began to peek over the horizon, painting the clouds in shades of bruised purple and gold, they lay tangled together, the silence of the cabin returning to its serene, pressurized state. The danger, the threats, the noise—it all felt like a lifetime away.

​Josepg brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead, his touch uncharacteristically gentle. The soldier was back, but the edge of the blade had been dulled. For the first time in his life, he wasn't looking at the door, wasn't checking the perimeter. He was looking at her.

​"We're almost there," he murmured, his voice a soft echo of the night they had shared.

​Yeji nodded, feeling the ache of exhaustion and the lingering, electric hum of their encounter in every fiber of her being. She leaned into him, letting the safety of his presence wash over her. They were going back to the world, back to the cameras and the screaming fans, but for now, they were safe. They were together. And in the quiet, pressurized space of their shared secret, that was more than enough.