Stuck With Jungkook

Airplane

Martie and Yoongi talked for five hours, until we had to leave. The poor girl lived at the orphanage even as an adult, because she couldn't bear to live alone. It worked out in the end, since she was hired to be their private teacher.

Now we were both moving to Korea to live with our soulmates and the rest of BTS. We were currently leaving my apartment, as she had wanted to help me pack. The boys were at their hotel, getting ready to leave for the airport. I put on a comfortable outfit, anticipating the long flight ahead. Martie only had her sundress on, so I let her borrow some clothes too.

I put on some loose jean shorts, a striped pastel sweater, and a white beanie.

Martie had a red-and-white checkered blouse and dark jean shorts, with a black beret.

My outfit

My beanie

Martie's outfit

Martie's beret

We walked down the stairs at the front of the building, and stood at the curb, waiting for the company van to come pick us up. Martie looked strikingly mature in her outfit, and I was hit with a pang of nostalgia.

*flashback*

a new girl?  we never get girls. i may be just the babysitter, but these kids feel just like siblings to me. the orphanage is mostly boys, and they don't like to let me dress them up. not that i mind, i like playing baseball too, but im an artist. i dont put it on paper, i put it on people, and make them living art. girls tend to like that more.

she's tall, pretty, with long hair and doe eyes. she's my age, 15. the head caretaker told me she went through a lot of trauma, so i think i'll take exra special care of her.

she has a nasty shiner on her left eye, and from what i can see, her hand is cut open. i can tell she's been abused. she looks scared, and keeps looking over her shoulder for someone who isn't there. when one of the kids asked her what happened to her parents, she got a dull look in her eyes and told the whole story in detail, with no emotion.

she's broken, but i think i can fix her.

*end flashback*

Martie watched the cars pass, a habit she developed during her time in the orphanage. She was lost in thought as I touched her shoulder gently, tracing along a scar her mother gave her.

"Martie, you with me?" I asked, and her eyes regained focus.

"Hm? Oh, yeah, I was just thinking about...Yoongi..." She trailed off.

"What about him dear?" My hand slipped off her arm.

"He understands me. We talked about our families, and his parents used to hurt him too. He told me about his depression and anxiety, and how he used to cut himself. He showed me his scars...and I showed him mine."

Wow. I've never known Martie to trust someone this fast. The only person she's ever showed her scars to is me, and that was only after years of friendship.

Yoongi must have really put a spell on her.

She stopped talking, so I stopped asking. After a few minutes, the van pulled up to the curb, and we got on. We were greeted by the entire band and their manager. I plopped down between Jungkook and Jimin. Martie immediately sat down next to Yoongi, and leaned her head on his shoulder. He looked surprised at first, but then smiled softly and rested his head on top of hers.

My tattoo was a sick yellow color, symbolizing nervousness. What was Kookie worried about?

Suddenly something warm touched my hand.

I looked down, and was shocked to see a pale hand holding mine. I turned to my left, and saw Jungkook's eyes looking everywhere but at me, his face ruby red. Ah, so he wanted to hold my hand, but didn't know how I'd react. I gave it a little squeeze and reassurringly rubbed my thumb over his smooth skin. He relaxed a little, but his face stayed flushed. I smiled to myself and shook my head. I can't believe I got someone so adorable as my soulmate.

After about half an hour, we got to the airport.

I stood up and hopped out of the car, not letting go of his hand. I quickly glanced at my arm, where my sleeve was pulled up and exposing my tattoo. It was a shimmery pink, with an odd purple hue at the edge that I'd never seen before. It was growing slowly, getting bigger as I caressed his hand again. I grinned and pulled down my sleeve as we entered the airport.

Bodygaurds led us through the terminal and onto a large private jet. My jaw dropped when I saw the interior.

The floor was covered in white carpet, and the seats were eqipped with pillows, blankets, seat warmers, and reclining technology. Next to the safety manuel was a hardback menu with dishes for a 7 course meal, not to mention dessert! I was shocked to see such fancy food on a plane. I'd only ever flown third class, and never international. This was the most exquisite adventure I'd ever been on, for sure.

The airplane

Jungkook parked himself at the end of the couch, and I sat next to him. What can I say, it was a good spot!

Yoongi sank into the cushions next to me and pulled Martie close to his side. She promptly laid her head on his lap and started fiddling with a loose string on the hem of his shorts. His eyes widened, and he hesitantly started petting her hair. After a few seconds, he looked up at me, grinning like an idiot. I gave him a thumbs up and pumped my fists in the air. I'd never seen a person blush that hard in my life.

I smiled and plugged in my earbuds, turning on R.I.P. 2 My Youth by The Neighborhood.

'RIP to my youth...

and you can call this the funeral...'