Running In Circles // pjm.

Neighbours

I dressed in comfortable denim overalls, underneath which I wore a plain, tight white v neck t-shirt. White shoes paired with a white cap, I was good to go. One of the things Jungkook and I bonded over 6 months ago was that we both wore plain white tops like uniforms. I was just glad to have met somebody who appreciated the subtle beauty of plain white shirts. I wore my glasses even though I hated to, because I was certain I would sleep on the flight. And napping with lenses in was a bad idea- I knew this from experience. I tucked it into my bag as soon as I had company.

I picked Mia up at 7 and we headed to the airport. The flight was at 11 so we weren't in a rush, but I preferred being early despite having business class priority boarding. I talked the company into getting me business class tickets because I preferred it. Who wouldn't? Having made a small fortune for myself, I intended to have fun while I was young. My father always scolded me about saving, and I tried, too. Except I never ended up putting too much aside.

After getting coffee and buying some books for the journey, I entered the business class. The flight attendant at the gate gave me a confused look and I stuck out my boarding pass for her, rolling my eyes at the not so subtle racism. Grabbing my boarding pass back, I feigned a smile while she greeted me politely. Too late, baby.

I made my way to my seat, which was right in front of the aisle. Greeting the flight attendant politely, I took my seat, pulling out one of the books I purchased at the airport and skimmed through the description.

"TARA?" I heard one Kim Taehyung say.

"Oh hey, Tae." I said, surprised. They're on time?

"You're up here!" he said, excitedly, "And I'm right behind you!"

I laughed softly. Cute.

"Well, sit down, then, stupid," I said.

Jimin walked in from the other aisle and put his bag down on the seat next to mine. I turned my body to the right, away from him, thanking the airline for their spacious business class seating. Just when I thought I succeeded in concealing myself, Taehyung spoke- loudly- "Hey, Tara, can you give me an extra book? I'm sure you have one, you always buy so many."

"Tara?" Jimin said, confused. Shit.

"Hello, yes, it is I," I said, turning awkwardly. I hurriedly pulled out a book from my bag and held it out for Taehyung over my seat.
"You're here," Jimin stated.

"well, yes, I am aware," I said.

"Hmm," he said and sat down. I frowned.

"What?" I asked.

"What?" he asked back.

"What hmm?" I questioned again.

"Nothing. Just hmm," he said, small smile lingering on his face yet again.

"What kind of response is that..." I muttered to myself.

"Pardon?" he said.

"Nothing," I shook my head and lowered my cap.

But he had heard the remark and chuckled softly to himself.

She's trouble.

After reading one of the smaller books I bought, I decided to study a little. I was taking three semesters online, thanks to my new job so I studied in between work whenever I got the time. I pulled out my laptop and flipped it open. The screen lit up. No password, because what would anyone find on here? Work, notes and some smut. And the smut I wasn't ashamed of.

I heard another chuckle to my right. Now what?

I snapped my head to the side and saw an amused Park Jimin.

What is so funny to you?

"What?' I demanded.

"What?" he responded, smiling. Ugh.

"What's funny?" I frowned.

"Cute wallpaper," he said and turned away.

Oh.

My wallpaper was a picture of the boys from their last comeback. It was the first photoshoot I ever designed for them and it had been an overwhelming success. I had been so proud of myself- and so ever since, it had been my wallpaper.

I'm not ashamed.

"Yes," I whispered and opened up one of my psychology courses.

The rest of the journey was quiet, sans any exchanges with the passenger on my left. I felt his gaze on me a couple of times so I wrapped myself in my blanket and studied till I fell asleep.