You changed me [P.J.M]

Chapter 7: Jimin's P.O.V

*Jimin's P.O.V*

"Hyung, you shouldn't drink that much you know.." The maknae of our band warned me, shooting me a concerned look. I looked at him and smirked. 'It's the only thing that makes me feel like I'm truly happy, kookie-ah..'

"I can hold my drinks, Jungkook. I regret coming here three hours early.... I nearly died of boredom while waiting for the briefing to start. Why couldn't you come earlier?" I sighed and took another sip of beer. Kookie(Jungkook) gave me a look and drank his coke. "Remind me again why you and the Hyungs are here? This trip is only meant for class 2a to C only.." I asked him.

"They apparently had extra tickets. So we took them." Hobi Hyung, or hoseokie Hyung explained while laughing out loud, making people around our area stare at us weirdly. We made an awkward smile and bowed slightly. I whacked him by the shoulder. "Yah, don't forget I'm still your Hyung." He warned me. I rolled my eyes and doused the rest of my beer. I know I'm still 18 but almost everybody in my cohort drinks, so I just joined in the fun.

"Another Mug please." I raised my hand and called out to a waiter.

"Jinjja, this kid.. ENOUGH ALREADY!!" Eom-... Jin Hyung exploded in my face. I mistake him for my Mom often, because he is a Mom sometimes.. "Hyung~.." I cooed and pouted. He wasn't convinced at all and told the waiter to cancel my order. I frowned when I realised my tactic didn't work at all. "Enough already.. You drank like 4 mugs of beer!" He said again. I kept quiet and played with the tissue that was provided to me. "Whatever..." I muttered under my breath. I think he heard it though... "YAH!" He scolded me and whacked the back of my head. "Appo, Hyung!" I whined as I held the back of my head. The others laughed and I made an annoyed look and went on my phone. 'The last place to get out of this horrid reality...'

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I threw my bag onto a vacant seat while waiting for boarding. I dropped myself onto the seat next to it and sighed again while playing games on my phone. 'Oh yeah.. Aren't I seating with Yura during the flight? Where is she? I haven't seen her anywhere throughout my five hours here in this airport.' I started to subconsciously think about what happened to that girl. Was she late? Did she make it for the briefing? Will she miss the flight? Did something happen to her? The questions started flooding into my mind. 'Wait, why do I suddenly care so much about her? What's wrong with me?!' I got Super frustrated with myself and messed up my hair.

"Hyung, are you ok? Why are you squeezing your phone like that? It looks like it's about to break.. Did you leave your stuff toy at home?" V, or Taehyung asked me. Pfft.. Stuff toy.. What even?! He's such an alien. "No, I'm 18 for god's sake. I'm Just deep in... Thoughts." I hesitated at the word thoughts. Before he could ask me about his suspicion, I got up and walked to the snack counter. Not for another beer. I don't want to get hit in the head by eomm-. Jin Hyung again -ahem-.

While walking to the counter, I saw four familiar girls.. Eungee with her friends and Yura. I stopped in my tracks and watched them from a distance. I wore my hoodie so I could disguise better. Eungee talks, Yura talks, Eungee talks and servants snicker, Yura talks, Eungee glares, Yura walks, Eungee trips her. Trip. Oh. I wanted to help, but her right foot made it in time to stop her from falling. Help not needed anymore.. 'Is she ok? Should I go up to her?' Before I could even answer myself, I just blindly walked up to her when she turned around after glaring at Eungee, who was giving her an accidentally-on-purpose smile. I looked down at Her. It's nice to look down on someone for once. I'm short ok? Even the maknae is taller than me. Such humiliation..