== twenty-one ==
After raising an eyebrow and rolling her eyes at your sassy remark, Hana chose not to bother you for the rest of the flight, except for throwing an occasional glare in your direction.
Even if she would've annoyed you, you were too tired to pay attention to her, and thus you chose to sleep for most of the time throughout the journey.
You didn't know what you had done to make her look down upon you so much, but you were sure that you were going to stay away from her as much as possible.
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"We're preparing for landing. Please fasten your seat belts."
You flinched at the announcement, slowly waking up from Dreamland, which was actually empty.
You looked around with sleepy eyes as you searched for the ends of your seatbelt, and they stopped on a certain woman beside you who was busy caking her face with make-up yet again,
or as you call it, a touch-up.
You huffed, straightening up in your seat as she stopped staring at the mirror to give you a bored look.
Damn. I was happy until I remembered that she existed in the seat next to mine.
"I think it'd be better to fasten your seat belt first." You mumbled, looking away.
She raised an eyebrow, turning away from you. "I cannot walk around with a face that looks like it's been madly stuffed with rice, unlike some people."
Instantly, your hands involuntarily made their way to your face, and you realised that she was talking about you.
What the heck is her problem?!
You drew in a sharp breath as you caught a hint of a smirk on her face.
"That's actually better than not wearing a seatbelt and breaking your nose during landing.
That would probably make you look more ugly."
You replied as innocently as possible, smiling at her.
She let out a scoff, vigorously fastening her seatbelt just before someone came in to check on the passengers.
You tried to hold back a laugh as you saw her face scrunching up as she glared at you.
She looked quite funny for some reason.
This is going to be fun.
Maybe.
-
You heaved a sigh of relief as you got off the plane to join the managers, thankful for not having to deal with Hana anymore.
A stranger had never got you annoyed to this extent, and what annoyed you more was the fact that you would definitely bump into her again and again in the next few months.
The airport wasn't crowded with paparazzi like it was back in Korea, and you could see everyone feeling much relieved at that thought.
Of course, there were a few reporters and cameramen, but the atmosphere wasn't as crazy or chaotic as the Incheon airport.
The boys, visibly exhausted by the long journey, silently made their way out of the airport with you and the other managers as their masks hid their sleepy faces.
But one of them looked a bit too tired as he barely managed to maintain his composure, walking with his head down and shoulders slumped.
Had it not been for Sejin firmly holding his arm and helping him walk properly, he would've looked like a drunkard.
You could feel yourself tensing up as you observed him, but you were too tired yourself to be able to do anything.
This was the first time a plane journey was affecting you this much, and you brushed it off thinking that it was happening because you hadn't travelled in a long time.
Everyone was able to get away from the airport quite peacefully with minimal photos taken, and cars were already waiting outside.
The boys got into the first car, and again, Jin managed to get in only with the help of Sejin.
What was happening to him?
You saw Sejin get in with them too, and you just followed the rest of the managers towards another car.
You were supposed to travel with them anyway, and it wasn't long before everyone had got into their designated vehicles and were on their way to the hotel.
You stared lazily out of the car's window, admiring the city and its landmarks.
It wasn't long before the buildings were just a grey blue in the back of your mind, and your thoughts went back to Seokjin's condition. He seemed really exhausted, and you wondered if it was because both of you hadn't been able to heal for quite some time.
"He'll be okay."
You snapped out of your daze upon hearing the voice, turning to look at whoever it belonged to.
It was a lady, one of the managers, to be precise. She seemed to be older than you, probably in her late thirties.
She gave you a soft smile.
[A/N: Yes, I just invented a female manager for Bangtan y'all]
"I know you're worried about Seokjin. But he's got the boys and Mr. Sejin with him. He'll be fine."
You smiled back. "I hope so too"
"I'm Soeun, by the way." She said, holding out a hand.
You took it, giving it a firm shake.
"I'm-"
"Y/N. I know. Everyone here knows."
She smiled, fine wrinkles forming near her eyes as they turned into crescents.
Her happy face soon turned into a look of concern, as she placed a hand on your shoulder.
"You look enervated. You should get some rest, you know. I'll wake you up when we reach the hotel."
You nodded, giving her a small smile.
You rested your head by the window again, staring at the buildings floating by.
Soon, they morphed into a blank space filled with nothing but black as your eyes got heavy and you dozed off to sleep.
-
You finally got hold of your luggage as you stepped into the seemingly expensive hotel along with Soeun and the others, and you spent a good five minutes staring at the minimalist interior of the reception and the lobby.
Soeun chuckled upon seeing you so dumbfounded.
"Try to get used to it. Hotels like these are chosen because the boys and the staff should have all the comfort they can get after working their butts off, you know."
You smiled sheepishly, following her through the lobby towards the elevator.
"The boys must already be in their rooms on the fifth floor, I suppose." She remarked once both of you had gotten into the elevator.
You nodded. "Well, uhm... Where am I supposed to stay?"
"I guess you either share a room with one of the make-up artists, or one of us."
You gulped that the mention of make-up artists, and sharing a room with someone like the ones you encountered back on the plane would be the last thing you'd want to do.
"I haven't had really good experiences with make-up artists, you know." You divulged, scratching the back of your head.
She chuckled "I understand. Some of them really are a handful to deal with.
How about we share a room?"
"That'd be great!" You smiled as the elevator stopped on the third floor, and she walked out first with her luggage.
You struggled a bit with your heavy bags, and the exhaustion wasn't helping.
Ugh. Should've let the housekeeping carry these.
"You okay?" Soeun asked, helping you with the bags.
At this point, you were feeling really grateful to have Soeun around. She seemed to be really sweet and caring.
You nodded. "Yeah. It's just the jetlag, I guess."
She narrowed here eyes. "Are you sure it's the jetlag? How long has it been since you and-"
Her phone rang all of a sudden, interrupting her and the silence of the lobby.
"Ugh, I'm sorry." She apologized, picking up the call.
You watched as she conversed with someone, and the person on the other side seemed to have a lot to say.
"Yeah?...
And?...
Wait- What?!" She almost yelled, startling you.
She cut the call, staring at you.
Your eyebrows creased upon seeing the fear on her face.
"What happened?"
"Seokjin- he-
He collapsed."
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Yoohoo ma homies. #GetwellsoonJin UwU
This chapter IS trashy, and I promise I'll edit it someday.
Until then,
Stay at home, Stay safe ❤️