¤Nothing was out of anger. That was what hurt him, actually being harmed by him out of anger.¤

"Tae get up and ready!" Namjoon called for the billionth time that morning. They had a plane to catch in exactly 3 hours and they were already running behind. They were flying internationally and would need the extra time to get through security.

The younger only groaned and flopped like a dead fish in the bed. His thin hair smashed against the side of his cheek.

"Come on. All you have to do is wear the mask and hoodie and carry your stuff" I said knowing that he was already freaking out about people seeing him, but in all honesty he was becoming more human like in every aspect.

Taehyung finally got up off of the bed and was lazily searching for the hoodie and a nice pair of sweatpants.

"And don't forget to brush your teeth" Namjoon yelled from the front door loading their suitcases in the trunk of his car.

He came back in the see Tae pulling on his shoes.

He texted Jungkook to tell him that they would see him in about 8 hours. Jungkook had left a few days earlier and was currently setting up his own presentation. Of course it wasn't as spectacular as his, but the kid was smart as hell.

He reminded him of himself. Maybe that's why he always preferred to call him for his personal issues rather than his sister. His younger self was a much more considerate person.

"Come on let's go" He said patting the younger's shoulder out of the house, making sure to lock all of the special locks. Armed and ready.

If anything broke in to any room or door the next one mile radius would be turned to dust.  He didn't need some nosey spy of Min's to be searching though his research. 

Tae looked half dead with a puffy face and pillow mark across his cheek. His bed hair was really flat and poked out like a peacock.

He tossed him a white face mask which he begrudgingly put on. Namjoon only chucked at the snarky face the younger flashed. The scars were almost gone and he was giving the boy special skin graphs to help the process. 

It was rough, but it was getting better. There was still a rather harsh one that Namjoon was considering reopening, but he wanted Jungkook's consent. Maybe he should just send the boy to a plastic surgeon with a sob story about being thrown from a car windshield.

They arrived at the national airport without complications only to have Tae literally fighting Namjoon to get out of the car. As soon as they had gotten parked and Namjoon had the bags out of the trunk Tae still hadn't gotten out.

Tae of course didn't think about locking the doors so Namjoon had been able to open it and start dragging him out by an arm and foot.

"Let go of the fucking handle, Tae" Namjoon said through gritted teeth.

"I don't want to go. Can we please go home? I'll be good" he half begged with big puffy crying eyes.

"No! Are you crazy? This was one of the reasons you were created. Now let go or you are going to regret it"

Tae only held on tighter.

So that was why a sulking Tae was following Namjoon, who was pulling the younger by his shirt sleeve. A few pink fingerprints were peeking over the white mask.

Namjoon didn't say anything after smacking him a little too harshly, but he was stressed because this was his big break.

Tae hadn't cried out, but was deeply saddened at going against his creator even though everything in his being was telling him to stop. To not get on that plane. But what saddened him more was that his creator had harmed him. Well it wasn't new, he had been strapped to that table and then all of the scar treatments that always hurt. Nothing was out of anger. That was what hurt him, actually being harmed by him out of anger.

Namjoon tugged on his sleeve a little harder forcing him to catch up or have his sleeve pulled from his body.

Situated and sitting by the window in a two seated side plane they waited for takeoff.

Namjoon was feeling particularly guilty every time he glanced at the light haired boy. If only he had listened.

The pilot came on over the speakers informing them of take off. The plane started reversing and driving to the takeoff strip.

Namjoon could see the reflection of Taehyung looking out over the morning sky with an excited glint in his eyes. Though his whole body said another thing. He was slouched, saggy shoulders, head bent down, and eyes creasing sadly.

He looked down the denim jacket that he was wearing. His eyes tracing to the tanned fingertips. The long fingers that were elegant and warm. He had chosen the best parts so he knew them inside and out. But not with blood pumping through them.

Tae's fingers clenched around the arm rest in anticipation, this was his first flight. Namjoon was still admiring the fingers and had the crazy idea of trading the arm rest for his own had.

His fingers were not as slim as such, but they were nice. He carefully pried Taehyung's fingers off and slipped their fingers together in only a few seconds. Not yet enough time for Tae to react.

His first impulse was to pull back, but Joon's hold on his hand kept him from doing so.

He glanced sideways at the hand lock and then up at Namjoon who seemed to not be bothered at all and was for a matter of fact playing on his cell phone.

Tae rolled his eyes and huffed resting his chin on his propped up had. He gazed back at the pink morning sun.

The plane started to pick up seed pushing passengers gently backwards into their seats. Tae gripped Joon's had picking up speed and slowly but surely lifting into the air.

His ears were popping and that was rather annoying as they were going up up and away.

It was almost like flying at a 90° angle as they were all gently sliding further back as the pressure of their bodies were lifted into the air.

"I'm sorry" Namjoon murmured after the plane settled.

"It's okay" Tae responded looking back at Joon.

"No, it's really not" should a painter smash his painting? No.

"I deserved it"

"You didn't deserve that. I should have taken in more consideration your situation" Namjoon whispered into the side of his face. They really didn't want nosey passengers to hear their conversation.

"Its okay" Tae stated again yet more strongly.

After a moment he added "Joonie I'm sleepy still"

Namjoon felt something flutter but it was brief and passing. He sighed and took their hands apart and pulled the arm rest up and folding it into the chair crease.

Tae's eyes got big "I didn't know it could do that"

Namjoon softly chucked at this pulling the younger towards him.

Tae rested his head gently against Joonie's shoulder.

Before long soft little breaths were brushing his hairs against his neck shooting shivers down his spine.

He peeled over the mountain of hair to see that Tae was soundly asleep even after sleeping for a whole 9 hours.

Tae would wiggle and readjust ever so often trying to find a better spot. He had slight goose bumps on his neck.

The air conditioner was off but it was still chilly.  Namjoon lifted his arm that was holding Tae up and put it around him. He was sleeping so he probably would never know.

Tae slumped forward more than anticipated and ended up using Joon's lap as a pillow. Namjoon nevertheless put his arm around the boy to give him a little more warmth.

He couldn't provide much. He knew that he knew that he was a cold person. But he would give his warmth to Tae to keep him sheltered. Even if it was just this once.