Finding You

Chapter 4: Night Owl

Yoongi's eyes were drooping and hardly able to stay open while he spent all of his concentrated focus on preventing himself from slightly swaying back and forth in his seat. Staying up the previous night had definitely been a mistake but, in less than an hour, Yoongi knew he would be on the plane and could finally sleep. He was just lucky the airport was air-conditioned and the sticky heat from the humid July day couldn't follow him inside. But then again, maybe the air conditioning inside the airport made it too comfortable and without the humidity, he was more likely to actually fall asleep right in the plastic chair he occupied.

The other six members of his group talked lightly among themselves, excited about returning to the United States again. He couldn't follow their conversation, he was too tired and he definitely wouldn't be able to respond to them even if he wanted to try and keep up. But he needed to stay awake and Yoongi was pretty sure he was less likely to do that sitting in waiting area of Incheon Airport. The plastic chairs were very rigid.

Yoongi yawned as he reached into his pocket, pulling his phone out from inside. When he turned it on, he saw the album of the song he was currently playing lit up on the touchscreen. He minimised the music app, listening to the melody in his ears as he began to search through his phone, looking for something to do. His thumb hovered over the little blue icon with a 't' in the centre. Glancing up and around him, his eyes focused on his other groupmates as he checked to see if they were paying too much attention to him. When he felt sure that they were not, he flicked his gaze back down to the screen and he tapped on the icon.

He had spent all night trying to figure out how to use the blasted app and had managed to follow five blogs, so his dash had a little activity on it. That was the most of what he had figured out in the hours that he had spent, though he wouldn't deny he spent a questionably long time scrolling through the dash the website made for him. He had finally managed to close the app an hour before he had to go and had gotten absolutely nowhere in his search for the pink blog.

Yoongi let out a sigh, tapping the icon that would bring him to his blog menu. He decided to change his username, feeling jjangjjangmanboongboong was too long and entirely too obvious since the URL of his blog sharred his username. He nodded to himself, knowing the task of trying to think up a new one would keep him from falling asleep. It was, at the least, better than him sitting there trying not to let his body sway around from exhaustion. The only problem was that a sleep-deprived brain sucked ass at naming anything.

He licked his lips, inwardly sighing at the slight sting from the tiny splits in their surface. His mind mulled over the possibilities, but everything seemed either stupid or too obvious. Yoongi could not risk anyone finding out it was him on this site, or else it would just cause a world of problems and he wasn't particularly fond of the idea of facing them. His thumbs hovered over the keyboard, but every time he tried to reach for a name, his mind drew a blank.

"Come the fuck on," he whispered to himself, biting his bottom lip in a hope that the small sting would kick his ass into gear.

Sir-Suga? No, that was just a bad idea and he really didn't want to do anything linking to his own identity. Jiminniebabo? Not liking the account to his name didn't mean turning around and linking it to Jimin's instead. He needed to come up with something detached, something that could never be linked back to him. Hwayangyeonhwa?

Now he was just being stupid.

"Fuck it," he swore to himself under his breath as his thumbs danced across the keyboard, typing in the first thing that came to his mind.

Looking down at the URL he had typed, Yoongi sighed. He knew it was both perfect and incredibly stupid. There was no way trying-to-find-your-blog would ever be linked back to him from the URL alone but, at the same time, it was so freaking desperate. However, at the end of the day, Min Yoongi couldn't pretend that desperate wasn't what he was; it was especially the case since he knew that he created a profile on this stupid website just to track down a blog he had seen once for no other particular reason than he felt like he needed to see it again. He reached up to his head, scratching at his blond hair as he blinked tiredly, staring at the URL for a little longer before he accepted the change.