At Fault (JJK X Reader)

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I was at the airport, waiting for my flight with about half an hour to go until boarding. Enjoying some chocolates and it also saved me money since airports are quite expensive, I did buy americano though can't live without it. I was on my way to Seoul, having been living with miss Choi after my mother died, she saved me practically.

 I noticed that my flight had started boarding. The line is already starting to get incredibly long, and I wondered if they should have started the process earlier. Lost in these thoughts, I noticed few people in a group they all had black mask while three of them had black outfit and four of them were casual. 

They bypassed the queue entirely, which made me envy their wealth. Accompanied by a few crew members, they boarded before everyone else. Such special treatment should not be allowed. Resigned, I trudged forward and verified the necessary documents for boarding.

.................

I settled comfortably into an economy class seat by the window. Although tired, my mind was preoccupied with this and that of all those years. This haven't stopped since that accident with my mom, I tried to shrug it.

My thoughts were racing when a beautiful hostess called me from just above me. "Ma'am, may I see your passport?" she asked politely. Startled, I handed it over. "Is something wrong?" I inquired, puzzled as to why she needed to check my passport after I had already boarded.

"Could you accompany me?" she requested, causing my heart to race. "Is something wrong? Did I do something? Is it something with boarding?" I asked, growing more nervous by the second, although I couldn't pinpoint any wrongdoing on my part since boarding. "Ma'am, relax. You've done nothing wrong. A guest in business class has requested your presence," she explained.

"Would it be alright for you to join them? Perhaps you know them?" It was then that I calmed myself, "I don't think I know anyone." "Is this kind of behavior normal?" I wondered. Nonetheless, I continued, "Am I allowed to refuse... right?" I inquired, giving her a sidelong glance.

"Of course! They seem to know you quite well; would you like to know their name?" she asked with a smile. "Umm... sure," I replied, uncertain of what else to say. Who could it be? A whirlwind of thoughts engulfed me as I mentally reviewed every person I knew, a sense of panic settling in until she spoke again.

"The name given is 'MIN'! Do you know him?" she asked, and I felt my heart stop for a second. What? How? Was he spying? Of course, I know Min. Min, my first friend, a guy with a dumbass attitude, and my mom's best friend's son. But I don't—I can't face him.

I believed I had moved on from the past, but why does it keep haunting me? "Ma'am?" she inquired. "Umm, yes, okay!" I detest my tendency to please others; I despise it. I swear I can't say no. If a kidnapper asked me politely, I might just end up sitting in his van one day.

My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as I finally arrived at the luxurious business class area, coveted for its classy, convertible sofa-sized seats, complete with tables and all the trimmings. "Ma'am, please wait, I will bring the guest," said the hostess before she walked away. I observed the same group of men scattered around, engaged in conversation, with the table cluttered with various papers, a laptop, and a considerable amount of cash.

I thought to myself how suspicious it was for someone to leave so much cash on a table, and yet none of the staff seemed to pay it any mind. My train of thought was interrupted by a tall figure looming over me, obstructing my view. He was strikingly handsome, with a well-built physique that was evident even under his black turtleneck and jeans.

His features were captivating, and his skin was smooth and fair—what skincare routine did he follow? "What do you think you're doing?" he inquired, interrupting my thoughts looking down at me as if I were a prisoner he had caught running. Then it dawned on me—he was the same man who went with others before anyone else boarded. He looked even better without a mask.

As he spoke, the chatter of the crowd ceased, and all eyes turned towards us—or rather, towards me—as I heard the man's voice from behind him. "I called her Jungkook, it's okay," I recognized the voice; it was Yoongi who had called me. It came naturally; nobody else here knew me, and I know years has passed but his voice still has that calm ease.

As Jungkook's gaze fell on me again, I found myself disliking the look in his eyes. No matter how attractive he might be, I was certain I wouldn't take to him. He stepped aside as Yoongi came into view. All the guys quickly glanced up at me.

"It's been a while, Kang Y/N!" Yoongi exclaimed, aware that he would finally get the answers to why I had been avoiding him all these nights.

I knew one thing I am fucked!