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✔Airplane Seat | Yoongi

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(Idol! Reader)
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   You didn't want to fly to America.

   You didn't even want to go on tour.

   Did you have a choice?

   No.

  Do you ever?

  
  Also, no.

 
  "Oi! Wake up!" One of your managers--and best friend--nudges you, pointing to the boarding gate. The gate was open, and people were beginning to line up. You groan, having just been awakened from your short, and uncomfortable, nap.

  Sitting up, you quickly readjust the cloth mask that shielded your identity. Another, in your opinion, unnecessary precaution.

  You wouldn't have become an idol if it meant this much work, just to ensure your own safety. You would much rather, just sleep.

  Thalia; your manager/friend, loops her arm with you, intent on ensuring that you had a seat next to one another. You loved Thalia with all your heart, but you could care less if you had a seat next to Thalia.

  It was a thirteen-hour flight.

  What were you going to do?

   Sleep, probably.

   "Oh, excuse me, ma'am." The woman in front of the gate stops Thalia. You stop, but are soon ushered foward by the crowd. You sigh, readjusting your carry-on bag over your shoulder. She was bound to find you eventually.

  Whether or not she found you on flat ground, is above your paygrade.

  You easily board the plane and find your seat, curling against the window seat. You were so tired.

  But, the odds didn't seem to be in your favor.

 
  You had managed to get a seat, smack between seven, obnoxious boys.

  Curling into your hoodie, you close your eyes and pray that none of them sit beside  you. With only your soft breathing and the obnoxious sound of boys fighting to fill the void.

 
  You feel the sit next to you sink slightly as someone sits down into it. Instinctively, you open your eyes, expecting to see Thalia sitting there.

  As said before, the odds didn't seem to want to be in your favor today.

  "Sorry. My friend Namjoon took my seat." A semi-tall man--or at least, taller than you, judging by the looks of him--with fluffy black hair that cascaded over his forehead, nearly hiding his dark eyes. He had a mask, but clearly didn't seem to care fore it. It looped under his jaw, letting you see his subtle nose and the curve of his lips.

   "No biggie." You say, unable to tear your eyes off him.

    Typically, you didn't care for the idea of any form of a relationship. You barely even had time. Between being an idol, and trying to dodge the media, the thought of getting into any relationship had slowly become, in truth, a foreign concept to you.

  But in all honesty, this boy who had just sat down next to you, was making you question that decision entirely.

  No, (Y/N). You're never going to see him again after this.

  "Sorry?" He looks at you, already finished with stowing away his carry-on in the compartment above your seat.

  "I said that out loud?" You ask quietly, no longer tired.

  To a certain extent.

   "Yeah. Tired or something?" He asks with a breathy laugh. You roll your eyes, but don't deny it.

  He sits back down beside you.

  And suddenly, you noticed how close together the seats were.

 
  Not too long after the mysterious masked boy sat down, Thalia saunters by; obviously searching for you.

  Her round, walnut-shaped chocolate brown eyes find you, lighting up before shifting seamlessly into a confused frown once she saw that the seat beside you was taken.

  She looks down at her ticket, looking back up at the seat number above you. Thalia sighs dramatically, but continues walking to the back of the plane.

  "Friend of yours?" Your seatmate asks, pointing to the spot where your manager, and friend, previously stood.

  "Manager of mine." You admit. You'll probably never see this boy again.

  "Idol?"

  "Yeah. But it's a lot of work. And I would rather just sleep. So try not to be seen with me. You might get attacked. Whether it's by Thalia or the media, I don't know." You follow with a yawn.

  "So.... you don't want to be an idol?" He asks slowly.

   "No. I just want to sing, maybe change someone's life, and then sleep. I hate being treated like I'm something other than a regular human being." You spill everything to this boy.

  "I like you." He blurts.

  "You should at least take me on the first date before you start confessing things." You laugh, almost too tired to do something as simple as laughing.

  A blush makes its way to his pale face, and you almost begin to feel bad for teasing him.

  "I meant that you aren't trying to use the fact that you're an idol to your advantage. You'd rather sleep, than handle the media. It's...refreshing." He says earnestly.

  Without pointing out the potential dirty joke hidden in his words, you outstretch your hand, using your free hand to tug down your mask.

  "I'm (Y/N). Singer."

  "Min Yoongi. Rapper."

  "Well, Yoongi. Want to start some media drama by being seen together?"

   "I'd love to. Want to go on a date with me?"

    "I'd love to."

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     (2018) one year later and i still hate this book.