I'm Your Only Hope

Soaring

Soaring blue skies. The sun setting over an almost impossibly distant horizon. A bolt of lightning illuminating a dark cloud in the distance. It would be even more breathtaking when the lightning charges through a cloud they're actually flying through. Amazing. Otherworldly. Majestic. And that's just the scenery.

She could get used to this.

They're at the tail end of a thirteen hour flight to Los Angeles and Ami's never been so comfortable on a plane. She always flies first class, of course, but a private jet is something else entirely. It's not the extra room, first class has plenty of that, it's the lack of strangers.

Ami glances around the plane from her seat towards the back. She and Hoseok are one of the only people sitting, him fast asleep in a pile of blankets and tissues to Ami's right. The other members, a handful of staff, and Manager Sejin are rummaging around the cabin, likely preparing for landing. Even in the smaller space of the private jet, all the noise and movement is nowhere near as annoying as it would be with strangers. Maybe she should have Abba buy her a plane. It's not like it wouldn't get used.

"Assistant Ami," Manager Sejin calls out suddenly, waving to her. "Could you help, please?"

"Ne," Ami replies immediately, jumping up. "With what?"

He stares blankly, clearly unsurprised but disappointed. "Namjoon lost his passport? Help us look."

Ami looks at RM with a look to match Manager Sejin's. RM shrugs at the bag he's rummaging through without looking up, muttering something under his breath.

It's taken longer than with some of the others, but she feels she's gotten to know RM a little better during the month she's been at BigHit. After all the time in his presence, she's come to conclude the person she's supposed to protect Hoseok from might just be him. Not that RM would hurt him on purpose, he's as gentle as a giant butterfly, but seriously... the man could break butter. And it wouldn't have to be frozen first. She stopped asking how that's possible weeks ago.

"Assistant Ami?"

"Ne," she replies, refocusing on the problem. "I know someone in customs."

The plane falls so silent, the only sounds are the engines and the congested breathing of Hoseok. Ami raises her eyebrows expectantly.

"Should I call him?"

"You know someone in US customs," Seokjin asks disbelievingly.

"Ne. He was my first-" she stops. She'd been about to say Mark. "Uh, vacation friend."

"Vacation friend," Seokjin asks, fighting a smirk.

"Impressive, but no." Sejin pauses, then sighs. "At least not yet."

Everyone continues looking, searching compartments and cushions, bags and books, even pockets and purses. Since the only place that doesn't seem to have someone currently poking through it is Hoseok and her seat, Ami starts there. But when she finds nothing in the table, compartment, or overhead bin around either of their seats, she eyes Hoseok's cocoon of blankets.

He's had a rough flight, mostly because of the cold that seemed to seize him somewhere around hour three. Suga had insisted he brought medicine, but after searching his bags he'd been forced to conclude he'd packed it in his checked suitcase. He had, however, packed melatonin, which had at least brought the relief of sleep.

But none of that matters now. Without a passport, RM will have to go straight back to Korea. Since that can't happen, and since she would prefer not to call her old Mark, waking Hoseok is really the only option.

"Ya," she whispers, squatting down beside him. "Hoseok?"

She gives the mass that is his body a little shake. He shifts slightly, takes a deep breath, then settles back down. Ami sighs, cocking her head slightly to the side.

Maybe she can search without waking him, pulling off the layers of blankets one by one. If it's not there, then one of the other members can poke around his body, see if RM somehow managed to drop it under him while he slept.

She's just decided to pursue this route, standing and pulling at the first blanket, when he gives a slight snort and jerks awake. He blinks up at her tiredly, not even noticing she's in the process of stealing one of his blankets.

"Mianhae," she says, squatting back down. "RM lost his passport and we've looked everywhere else."

"I don't think I'm sitting on it," he croaks.

"Well," she says, glancing quickly at RM. "You never know."

He chuckles breathily, sighs, then starts to sit up.

"I found it!"

Applause erupts across the plane. Everyone turns excitedly, only to find an awkwardly chuckling Jungkook at the front of the plane.

"Aniyo," he says, raising a small package. "The medicine for Hobi hyung. It was in my bag."

"Oppa," Ami calls out.

He nods and tosses the package. It sails neatly through everyone and right into her open hand. She tosses it onto the pile of Hoseok's blankets as everyone else, grumbling mildly, returns to the search. Ami's about to join them until Hoseok lets out a frustrated groan, struggling to open the medicine.

"Let me."

"I got it," he croaks, attempting to tear into the hard paper packaging with his fingernail. When that doesn't work, he lifts it to his mouth.

"Ani," she says, snatching it out of his hand before he can slice open his lip. "Lay back down."

Her nail cuts through the package with little effort.

"I softened it for you," he says, smiling weakly. He takes the offered pill, glancing around as he leans back into his seat.

"Do you have water?"

He shakes his head, blinking at her feebly. She nods, squeezing his hand absentmindedly as she stands and heads for the front to snag a water bottle from the small fridge.

"Gamsahamnida," he murmurs.

"Ya!"

Hoseok jumps, spilling a little water down his front. Seokjin bursts from the restroom, a maroon passport held high.

"Ya," Seokjin says laughingly.

"Mianhae," RM mutters immediately, grinning sheepishly as he steps forward.

All the tension perceptibly dissipates. Some collapse into seats while others immediately begin repacking bags that had their contents ripped out, shaking their heads in both relief and amazement.

"Why would you take it to the bathroom?"

"It must've fallen out of my bag," RM replies, shaking his head.

"He just wanted some light reading," Suga suggests, stuffing things back into a bag.

"A little trip down memory lane," Jimin adds, clearly relieved.

"Mianhae," RM repeats, grinning to himself as he shoves his passport deep into the bowels of his bag.

"Good thing Seokjin had to pee or we'd have never found it."

"Exactly," Seokjin says. "You're lucky I drank the rest of that kombucha Jungkook didn't like or you'd be on the first flight back to Korea."

"Ani," RM says, jerking his chin towards Ami. "Assistant Ami's vacation friend would've helped."

"Of course." She smirks, shooting him a finger heart she's seen them do hundreds of times. "Anything for our tireless leader."

The stewardess appears just then to tell everyone to prepare for landing. Everyone scrambles to clean everything up quickly before buckling into their seats.

"Vacation friend," Hoseok asks warily, shoving the blankets off himself.

Ami grabs them an armload and tosses them at her feet.

"Don't ask."