"Y/N! Wait!" you spun around abruptly and faced him, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. "What?!" you spat. His gaze was soft, pleading.
"Don't throw this away, please I was dumb, I should've told you. I'm still the same person-"
"I don't know?! Are you?!" your eyes were cold as your heart continued to fall apart in your chest.
„Because the man I fell for, didn't lie to me," your voice was a mere whisper as you turned around and hurried away, leaving him alone standing in the dark. 'The man I fell for' Yoongi cursed under his breath, following your running figure with his gaze. Why am I so stupid? he thought as his hands desperately ran through his hair...
Back to the start...
Nervously you looked out the window, still wondering why you stupidly chose a job where you constantly had to face your biggest fear. You sighed, rubbed your tired eyes and tried to focus on something else.
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Flashback
"Oh come on! Just do it!" she squeaked for the millionth time.
You sighed dramatically while looking at your nagging best friend. She had been begging you to accept your boss' job offer for the last 5 hours. Her lips pouting, her eyes puppy-like, she practically knelt in front of you, giving her best aegyo.
"Okay okay. Now shut up Jinah!" you breathed out annoyed but smiled, trying to bring the quirky blonde to stop annoying you.
Her eyes widened happily as she finally saw you cave into her pleads, a 100 kW smile forming on her red lips.
"Yessss! Yes! Yes !" she squealed excitedly, her little fists clutched cutely to her heart in happiness.
You chuckled at the view of her awkwardly performing a happy dance on her own, jumping and twirling around in your living room, arching her head back in laughter.
You couldn't help but be happy too when you saw that. Jinah, your silly but way too adorable childhood friend, was like a ray of sunshine.
"Swear you'll get me an autograph!?" she jumped up and down in front of you and you nodded while laughing.
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Present time
She hadn't shut up about that K-Pop boy group for months and was now completely overwhelmed by the fact that you were going to interview and film them. You, however, had no clue who they actually were and it didn't matter to you. To your friend's disappointment, K-Pop had never been your thing. It was just too fake to you, too commercialized. Boys wearing more Makeup than girls and girls singing in overly high pitched supposedly cute voices just didn't attract you.
You had hesitated on accepting the mission of interviewing them since you would have to take an airplane to get to the location. And if there was one thing you were scared of then it was flying.
A loud voice tore you out of your daydreaming, making you jump in surprise with a slight squeak.
"Dear passengers, we're soon ready for take off. Please turn your devices on airplane-mode, make sure your luggage is safely stored and fasten your seatbelts. Our flight crew is happy to assist you if you need any help or have any questions. We wish you a pleasant flight."
You looked at the empty seat next to you. Seems like I will have more space for my legs, you smiled to yourself. Yasssss, this flight just got better...
You were about to lay your stuff on the seat next to you when you noticed out of the corner of your eye a figure approaching your seat.
You kept your bag on your lap and eyed up to the stranger that was about to take your extra space. A silver-haired man stood in front of you, a small forced smile on his lips.
"Ehm. Hi," you awkwardly mouthed and tried not to gawk at him. He was handsome. Very handsome. Gosh darn it, keep your hormones together. He gave off a reserved yet mysterious, bad boyish vibe.
He slowly sat down next to you, shifting uncomfortably when he noticed you staring.
Shit. Get your pathetic act together. You look like a freak.
You tore your gaze away from his evenly sculpted face and milky white skin and looked at your shoes in embarrassment, a small smile creeping up its way onto your lips as your cheeks burned.
Maybe this flight isn't going to be that bad.
"Please don't be a fan..." you heard him mumble softly, his head arching back against the seat tiredly, exposing his neck in a way too sexy way.
"Huh?" you blurted out in surprise, maybe a little too loud, your hand slapping over your mouth to shut the noise down.
He turned towards you in surprise, not expecting you to hear what he had said.
It was safe to say, you just wanted to disappear into the ground.
Thankfully, the voice of the flight attendant interrupted the awkward situation, telling you the aircraft would depart now.
You smiled poorly at the man, before looking out the window again, stiffly trying to calm your nerves before you would leave the safe ground.
Your teeth grinding, you nervously stared at the ground passing by faster and faster every second.
"Nervous?" a soft and slightly raspy voice spoke from beside you, making your head snap in its direction.
You nodded lightly, eyes restless, darting around the aircraft.
"First time flying?" he asked with a gentle smile and you cutely shook your head quickly.
He chuckled lightly at that, eyeing your nervous form.
Whummmm. The airplane definitely left the ground.
You jumped, squeezing your eyes shut, gripping at the armrests for dear life.
Just that your right hand wasn't gripping the armrest but the poor man's hand laying on it. Realizing your fingers not touching fabric but skin you opened your eyes widely and hastily removed your hand from his. Cheeks red in embarrassment you bowed quickly at him, squealing out an "I'm so sorry!".
The man gently rubbed his hand but chuckled, a soft smile on his lips, "It's okay. Don't worry."
You again just wanted to disappear into the ground. Just that there wasn't any beneath you... Your gut twisted and you smiled nervously, trying to calm yourself.
The beginning is always the hardest, you thought to yourself, trying to pep talk your restless mind. You got this. Only 2 and a half hours and your feet will be touching safe ground again.
"Hey. Ehm," the man tried to gain your attention by leaning his face forward to get in your line of vision. "I'm Min Yoongi by the way."
You smiled nervously and nodded, understanding that he was nice enough to try and distract you. And boiiii. He was distracting you. Your eyes studied his features, getting lost in his deep eyes. He was fascinating to look at, you were struggling hard to break away from him. What skin care does he use to have such perfect skin...? How can his white silvery, obviously bleached hair still look so soft...? Gosh dang it, what are you even- What THE- Shut up!
"And you are?"
Shit. I stared again.
"Ehm. Lee Y/N," you shyly introduced yourself, cheeks glowing red as you realized that he had been waiting for an answer quite some time.
You tried to shake yourself out of your daze, gaining back your composure without thinking about the fact that you were currently about 10'000 feet above Korea.
You both soon got back to your own business and didn't talk too much. You avoided consciously to look in his direction, worrying that you would make him uncomfortable.
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Headphones in his ears focused on writing a new song, Yoongi's head shot up when the woman beside him lightly nudged him.
He looked at you, his eyebrow cocked, asking himself what you could possibly want from him. Please, not an autograph or picture...
"Ehm. I'm sorry, but I just have to stand up, would you mind pulling your stuff a little out of the way?"
Aish, don't get too cocky Yoongi, she probably doesn't even know you.
"Ah yes of course," he smiled lightly and pulled his backpack under his seat and leaned back to make it easier for you to pass.
You smiled sweetly and quickly bowed to thank him, before standing up.
Yoongi tried to look away, but your but was just in front of his face. A small grin rose on his face that he tried his best to hide, as his eyes traveled down your figure.
After all, he was just a man.
Oblivious to his looks you tried to squeeze yourself past him, avoiding physical contact to your best.
On your way back from the restrooms you noticed someone with bright red hair sitting in your seat and having a discussion with Yoongi. Arriving in front of them, you cleared your throat with a soft smile, not wanting to rudely interrupt their conversation.
"Oh. I'll go back to the others and give you back your seat. Sorry," the good-looking young man apologized, smiling widely. He quickly got up and made his way out into the corridor, bowing politely before introducing himself. "I'm Jung Hoseok." You smiled at him and bowed too, "My name's Lee Y/N."
You couldn't help but think of Jinah, he gave off the exact same sunshine vibe as her. His smile was just way too adorable and contagious, you couldn't help the corners of your mouth to rise too. Hoseok moved to the side, allowing you to pass back through to your seat, cheeks red as you tried your best not to touch Yoongi's face with your but cheeks.
Seeing Yoongi's chuckling expression, Hoseok's eyebrows rose mockingly, a silent "Hyung," leaving his lips.
Just as you were about to reach your seat, the airplane dropped a little, making you 1. Squeak in surprise 2. Lose your balance 3. Straight up fall onto Yoongi's lap. 4. Grab onto his shirt, scared you were about to die.
Hoseok's brows practically flew off at that point, looking at you both in surprise. A big grin soon took over his features as he eyed your two figures incredibly close.
"Please return to your seats, we encountered a few turbulences. Please stay calm, this is nothing unusual. Feel free to contact our flight crew, if you are in need of any assistance."
"Well, I'll get to my seat. It was nice to meet you Lee Y/N, maybe we'll meet again. I'll leave you two to it," Hoseok beamed and left with a playful wink directed towards his hyung.
Snapping out of your momentum of fear you looked at Yoongi's face with wide eyes. His nose was practically brushing yours. You were sitting on his lap, hands on his chest. Your position was more than suggestive...
Holy Shi-.
With red cheeks, you tried to get off of him, but the tight space and turbulences just made you fall back onto him, knocking all air out of his lungs. "I'm so sorry!" you squeaked again, embarrassed and attempting to stand up to leave the poor man alone. Trying not to touch you in any inappropriate places, Yoongi's hands hesitantly held your waist, stabilizing you so you wouldn't fall again. Your cheeks were burning red as you felt his touch and you finally managed to slip back into your seat.
You let out a relieved sigh, a red hue still covering the expense of your cheeks. Your eyes met and you both just laughed to yourselves embarrassedly. "I'm so sorry!" you chuckled and you both bowed your heads to apologize, straight up bumping your foreheads. You snapped your head back in hurt and reached up to touch your forehead. "Wow. We really have a talent for that don't we?" Yoongi laughed, cutely rubbing his temple, his gummy smile making an appearance. Your heart melted into a puddle at the view of his adorable smile. "Yeeahh. I'm really sorry, I'm not that clumsy normally," you excused yourself again with red cheeks, a smile never leaving your face. "Of course," he smiled at you with an 'I don't believe you for a second' look and chuckled.
Slowly silence took over your conversation again, making his gaze fall down to your plumb lips, before darting back up to your eyes, as soon as he realized what he had been doing. His tongue grazed his lower lip on its own accord, making you unconsciously bite your lip. Your heads were still dangerously close together and you both backed off awkwardly when you finally noticed. Yoongi looked ahead and cleared his throat before looking back at his phone. You smiled to yourself and tried to focus back on your documents, your cheeks a light shade of pink.
You had to study for your interview, to know at least the basics about the K-Pop group you were going to interview but somehow you found yourself incapable of concentrating. You looked up in surprise when Yoongi actually spoke to you again.
"Sooo, why are you going to Tokyo?" he asked casually, trying not to sound nervous. Keep your cool man, you're not that nervous around girls normally... Okay... They don't sit on my lap in the first hour of knowing them either...
"Work," you answered with a smile. "You?"
"Same," he responded shortly and looked back at his phone. You swallowed, disappointed that the conversation already seemed to end there.
"So what are- ehm. What do you do for a living?" you mumbled awkwardly, eyes flitting up from your papers to him every few seconds.
Yoongi looked at you, asking himself if he should tell you the truth. If she's asking, she doesn't know who I am... He didn't know why exactly, but he didn't want you to think differently of him, to act differently. He wanted to keep talking the same way with this clumsy cute girl he had met on this flight...
"I work in the music industry," he replied with a soft smile, making eye-contact with you. He wasn't lying, just not completely telling you what exactly his job was. Seeing the curiousness in your eyes, he quickly added "I'm a producer," so you wouldn't ask him if he was a performer. Still not lying... just avoiding the complete truth.
You smiled brightly at him, curiosity getting the best of you and he couldn't help but find it cute. "What do you do?"
"I work as an interviewer and travel vlogger. I know-" you stopped in your words and laughed silently. "I know, I know. What person scared of flying would choose to become travel vlogger."
"I think it's cute," he said softly and you looked at him in surprise. "I mean-" he cleared his throat, "Eh, you don't let yourself be controlled by your fears. So I guess, that's- cool." Yoongi wanted to slap himself in the face, why was he suddenly so awkward?
"Thank you," you chirped, genuinely touched by what he had just muttered out.
You tried not to blush when you realized that your shoulder lightly brushed against his, keeping both your bodies in constant contact. "I'd like to focus more on filming and travel vlogging though, but my current job sadly doesn't allow me to do that. I mainly interview..." you smiled sadly and he nodded with a slight frown.
"So what are you working on in Tokyo? Anything specific?" he scratched his neck as he tried to catch a glimpse of your documents.
"Well. I actually wasn't too fond of this times interview, but my crazy best friend convinced me to do it," you chuckled, thinking of Jinah, "I'll do an interview and short video with this K-Pop boy group. I have literally no knowledge about K-Pop, so my friend made me a folder with 'important' information to study so I don't completely make a fool out of myself at the interview." You blushed and held up your folder in front of him, showing him what you were talking about.
Yoongi's eyes widened in relief when his gaze fell on the paper sheets. Stray Kids was written in bold letters on the front page. He gulped and forcefully laughed. Thank god it's not us..."Ah yes. K-Pop."
"Have you ever heard of that group? I heard they're quite new in the scene? Is there any group you know? I'm completely lost- There are way too many and there are new ones every year- I'm sorry-" you stopped your flood of words with a chuckle, shaking your head in embarrassment, "I tend to ramble.." your cheeks turned a light shade of pink as you realized that you had just blurted out random questions. He probably doesn't care at all about K-Pop, stop rambling...
Yoongi was still debating with himself, not knowing how he should handle the situation. "I know a few groups.."
"I heard of EXO..." you furrowed your brows, thinking hard, "There was this other group too. Wait I can't remember... Also three random letters... Gosh why always those random letters ?" you chuckled, "I mean you can basically take any three letters, put them together, maybe add a number and there you go, you have your group name-" Oh gosh, you are rambling again... You mentally facepalmed. You are such a dork.
Yoongi smiled to himself. If she only knew who she is talking to. She's cute when she rambles though... "Ah- Wait. I think they were called BGS. Or was it something else?"
"BTS?" Yoongi raised an eyebrow and you smiled with a nod. "Exactly. I don't really know them though. It's just one of the groups my friend mentioned."
"Yeah... They're quite big." We won a Billboard award and performed at the AMA's... Do you live under a rock? He chuckled at the ridiculous situation, not able to comprehend how he had gotten into it.
Interrupting your awkward conversation, a tall man with brunette hair appeared out of nowhere, planting himself in the corridor, his head resting on the chair in front of Yoongi. "Hey. I thought I'd check on you. Hobi told me you had company," he smiled lightly and tapped Yoongi's shoulder while wiggling his brows. Yoongi lightly shrugged his hand off.
"Hi, I'm Namjoon," he smiled at you and cute dimples appeared on his cheeks. Another stunningly good-looking man. How the hell are so many good looking individuals around you in just one flight?! "Hey," you popped lightly, a soft smile on your lips. Your eyes couldn't let go of his adorable dimples.
"And here I was thinking you'd be all grumpy and sleepy on your own. But no, you always get to sit next to the beautiful ones, don't you?" Namjoon teased, making you blush lightly while you averted your gaze. "I have to live with Tae and Kookie doing complete bullsh-, sorry, I didn't mean to curse."
"Ehm, Namjoon. This is Lee Y/N. She's doing an interview in Tokyo with Stray Kids."
"Oh cool. Are you holding the interview at K-con?" he smiled and you nodded. "Oh, that means that we might-" meet there since we're performing. Yoongi quickly elbowed Namjoon's crotch, making the male choke on his words and glare at Yoongi. The silver-haired man just smiled to himself in satisfaction. "Namjoon, I think Hoseok just called you." The leader looked at his hyung in a confused manner but just nodded before smiling at you and leaving. "Bye. It was nice to meet you."
"What was he about to say?" you asked out of curiosity and he just shook his head. "Nothing important."
Why do I keep hiding the truth? he frowned at the thought. I am not going to see her again anyway... So it won't hurt anyone.
You continued to chat for a while, which made the flight ten times more interesting than the folder waiting on your lap.
His eyes drifted back to your documents and he lightly shook his head. He felt bad for keeping you from doing your research. "I should let you study. After all, K-con is in two days."
You yawned lightly, quickly covering your mouth with your hand. "I'll study tonight in my hotel, I'm too exhausted now anyway," you mumbled tiredly and he chuckled. "I'll let you sleep then."
You nodded with a soft smile, leaning your head against the wall next to the window. Slowly you drifted off into deep slumber.
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Yoongi had continued working on his new song and smiled softly at your cute form, rolled together on your seat, sleeping with a content smile on your plump lips. He shook his head with a chuckle and continued to scribble down some lyrics.
Concentrated on the new beats drumming in his ear through his earphones, he at first didn't notice your switch of position. Slowly, moving in your sleep, your weight had shifted.
Yoongi slowly moved his head to the side as he noticed a weight against his shoulder. He looked down, careful not to move too much so he wouldn't wake you. Your head rested on his shoulder, your eyes still closed, sleeping deeply. He averted his gaze, a light pink shade tinting his cheeks as he chuckled to himself. This girl... she looks so adorable, I don't want to wake her up.
So the time passed and Yoongi tolerated your touch gracefully like a gentleman, even though he caught a few weird looks from his fellow members. Hoseok nearly burst out laughing and Jimin even passed by and gave him a thumbs up while wiggling his eyebrows, making Yoongi roll his eyes.
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"-We will land soon." slowly your eyes fluttered open at the loud voice of the stewardess. You rubbed your eyes and looked around tiredly, removing your head from what you thought was a cushion, but was actually a shoulder. Your eyes widened and your cheeks became flaming red in the matter of a second. Why???...
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I hope you liked this first chapter :) Just to clarify "Lee" is going to be Y/N's family name ;)
Small disclaimer: There might be some strong language in this story. Mature content, but no violence.