Trapped | KTH

52| One Thousand And One Nights

"I'm so sorry I'm late!" A tired looking Jungkook with dark bags under his eyes apologized profusely as he barged into the lounge. All of you, Twilight and Bangtan, were waiting for Jungkook to board the jet to your vacation spot.

"Holy cow, Jungkook!" Hoseok exclaimed in shock. "You look like a panda!"

"Have you been sleeping at all?" Namjoon asked, deeply concerned.

"It's fine, you can sleep through the flight." Jin ruffled the maknae's hair affectionately as he had taken a seat next to the oldest.

Jungkook was taken to Busan by the Thai trio who were supposedly his bodyguards. There, the twenty-five year-old who apparently carried royal blood within his very god-like sculpted body, talked to his parents who were allegedly said to be his maternal aunt and uncle.

It was a long and emotional talk; most part of it being the middle aged couple convincing the boy that they really loved him like he was their own son despite everything that happened and that they were truly sorry for keeping such a critical issue from him. Jungkook, being the kind and soft-hearted person he was, instantly forgave them.

Jungkook was kept under watch for the past week and he had practically threatened to harm himself if he wasn't allowed to go on this trip. So, against Lisa, Ten and BamBam's wishes, here Jungkook was, boarding the jet with all of you.

At this early Sunday morning hour---the once bustling airport was as serene as it ever really could be. The chaotic people had now moved with such spectral ease---like ghosts travelling all the way over to the other side; quiet rivers of humanity that had been freshly aroused from their deep slumber. The floors were extremely clean and white, reflecting the early morning rays of the billowing sun, and the manmade light all the same.

There were large plasma screen TVs of arrival and departure times plastered all over the grand airport. People were lined up at the check in desk with their suitcases. There was a prominent sculpture of a whale with water cascading from its mouth and flowing down its tail flukes. In the bustling background, soft classical music had played. In the arrivals lounge there were a curious mixture of both bored and excited people alike. Some had lounged around on the low comfy chairs and others had excitedly bounced on their toes.

You watched all this from the black one sided see-through glass walls of your private lounge which you were sharing with your members and BTS. You were snapped out of your train of thoughts as you were requested fo board the flight.

"I'll make a final call to oppa." You informed your bandmates who simply nodded in understanding and continued boarding the plane. As the rings echoed in your ears, you watched each of Bangtan and Twilight get into door that led a walkway to the jet's door. TXT and Enhypen were flying together and were at the other terminal of the airport.

Almost ten rings later, the boisterous white haired male had picked up the call.

"Chuchu!" Baekhyun beamed. "I'm sorry, I was trying to make a batch of cookies and my hands were covered with dough."

"It's okay, oppa." You said with a smile. "Well, I'm boarding the flight."

"Have fun at the trip! Remember to loosen up a bit, don't be so uptight okay? Wear your cardigans and coats of it's a cold place or wear modest clothes if it's somewhere warm. You packed the insect repellent with you? You might need it. And, try not to get hurt or lost. Don't worry about anyone and you just have your fun, you deserve it. I'll miss you."

"Okay, eomma." You chuckled teasingly in response. "I'll miss you too---it's just for a week though...?"

"Whatever. And, before you go, check my Instagram post."