"Jeju island was so fun!" I gush for the umpteenth time. Taehyung laughs from beside me, reaching up to take his carryon baggage off the overhead rack.
As a reward for our hard work on the previous album, all of the members had been sent off to different holiday locations in pairs; 8 members, 4 pairs. Tae and I both wanted to visit the Teddy Bear Museum on Jeju island, so we paired up. After the long holiday, we were finally on a plane back to Incheon airport.
"Have you got everything?" Taehyung asks, slinging his bag over his shoulder. I nod cheerfully, still rambling about how amazing and sunny it was. We slip on our face masks and sunglasses, me with my cap pulled firmly over my head, before making our way off the plane.
"...And the little red bow on the tiny ones!" I continue, grinning from ear to ear.
"So cute," I hear Taehyung giggle from next to me, before casually slinging his arm around my small shoulders; we continue the casual couple-just-back-from-vacation look, strolling off the plane and going through customs safe and sound. With our manager right behind us, we begin making our way to our designated taxi bay.
"-but the glass cases meant we couldn't touch the precious things, which is understandable, but still..." I mumble with a pout, hidden by my mask. Suddenly, Taehyung's pace picks up, and I can no longer hear his amused little giggles. Instead, another voice echoes through my ears, one that sends shivers racing down my spine, and panic flaring in my chest.
"TAEHYUNG-SSI! TAEHYUNG-AH!"
Taehyung's pace becomes even faster, the grip he has on my shoulders harder. I can hear the high-pitched shrieks of the girls behind us, their footsteps echoing on the floor. Unable to tell which footsteps belong to the manager, and which belong to the screaming girls, I run alongside Taehyung with my heart rate speeding up by a thousandfold.
"GET AWAY FROM TAEHYUNG OPPA, SLUT!" one of them shrieked. Suddenly, a set of sharp nails dug into my arm through my thin sweater, meriting a squeak from me. I struggle in their arms, feeling Taehyung desperately trying to pull me away on one side, and the girl ripping past my sweater on the other. It's chaos.
"Let go!" I yell, but my voice comes out feeble and exhausted. The girl's determination is strong, and by this time, there is a massive tear in my favourite sweater, as well as a stream of tears running down my cheeks.
"Never!" the girl hisses in return. The scene we're now making has attracted a lot of attention, and I can see airport staff trying to break through the crowd. Taehyung's grip on me has loosened as he himself is buried in people; his torso has been consumed by arms and his mask is hanging off one ear, the sunglasses long gone. Both of our bags are lost on the floor under the stampede of shoes, and there are now so many rips in my sweater that you can see through it.
We've never had a sasaeng incident this bad before, and that's saying quite a lot.
"Yah, let go of her!" Taehyung's voice is drowned out by over-excited screams, his desperation evident in the little amount of sound that carried to my ears. I can hear a few ARMYs yelling to let go, followed by even more screams and shrieks of protest; I can hear everything, yet I can barely hear anything.
Panic fills my head; what if I get hurt? Even worse, what if Taehyung gets hurt? I can feel a pounding pain in my head to accompany the throbbing ache all the way down my arm that is now lines of ripped skin. We should've acted better... was it my acting that gave it away? Maybe I should've hugged him back and acted more like a couple instead of ranting about dumb teddy bears. He probably doesn't even find the teddies interesting anymore.
Suddenly, a firm grasp grips my shoulder and forcefully yanks me away from the clawing girl, who is also being dragged away kicking and screaming. I yelp in surprise, automatically reaching out to Taehyung as a reflexive response to possible danger; surprisingly, his eyes are urging me to relax, his head nodding at me encouragingly. With a jolt, I look back to see a man in a fluorescent yellow-green rivers jacket pulling me away from the crowd.
YOU ARE READING
BTS 8th Member Imagines
Hayran Kurgu"...We hope this will never happen again, and have faith in our fans that the issue will be resolved on its own. We personally don't have anything against fans greeting us at the airport-it's super sweet, and just shows how you're willing to take ti...
