Stranded【PJM • BTS】

3: Gucci

"Ah, Sir, the rest of the members are in the next cabin," I heard a staff member say. I glanced up, curious what the conversation was. It was Jimin, Park Jimin. The living mochi that confuses stans by turning hot in two seconds.

"I know, I'm here to deliver something," He replied, walking in. What is he doing here? Harlow said they barely have relations with the staff. Am I in trouble? Ah, I'm probably overthinking this.

Harlow quickly noticed someone was walking toward us and looked up. "Ah, hello, is there a problem, Jimin Oppa?" He shook his head, and turned to me. He was tall compared to where I stood, and his eyes were adoreable. Uh oh, what did I do this time? My heart pounded loudly and my mouth went dry while my mind anxiously anticipated.

"You're the girl that spilled coffee, right?" He asked, tilting his head and leaning on the airplane seat. This is too close for comfort. I might explode, I'm blushing too hard right now.

"Jin-Hyung and Taehyung said to give this to you." He handed me a stack of neatly folded clothes. His hands were about the same size as mine, they were so cute and elegant at the same time, comparable to a porcelain doll's hand. "Sorry if it doesn't fit, it's all we found." He itched his neck, not seeming nervous at all. "We didn't want to bother other female stylists so we found some of our own. The bathroom is in the back somewhere, I think," He said casually before walking away.

I was as still as a statue from shock until he was finally out of sight before I bursted a sigh of relief. "Did you see how close he was? He barely touched you! Are those his clothes? You get to keep them?" Harlow exclaimed excitedly. "You're so lucky!"

I covered my face with my hands, my face sizzling hot. "AGHH! I just got so close to an idol and he gave me his clothes and talked so close to me and casually and I looked like a homeless lady and awkward and he was a pure angel and flawless and i'm crying aghhh! Before I couldn't even process anything when Tae and Jin were fighing and Namjoon just..." I exploded.

"Took you long enough girl! If it were me I would've fainted around them, how do you keep your cool?" Harlow shouts. "Anyway, enough of this, forget my clothes and go put on yo mans clothes!" She shoves me toward the back of the jet.

In the bathroom I neatly unfolded the clothes, revealing a black hoodie with the brand name Gucci printed on the sleeves, a white cotton tee, large green socks and a pair of ripped skinny jeans. I can't wear this! It's Gucci and I'm a messy person, I'm bound to get it ruined. And plus, I smell due to the lack of products I brought. I bet they'll be disgusted when they get their clothes back!

But then I thought: Y/N, would you rather stay in your hobo pajamas or wear an idol's clothes? So I slipped on the white tee, which was baggy on me and smelled like a drop of dew on a warm spring day. The jeans were probably belonged to Jin's long legs, they were enormous on my stick legs. And don't get me started with the hoodie, it was luxury quality, and the smell is impossible to articulate.

I waddled out in socks and house-slippers, wearing a Gucci sweater and jeans while holding my scrunched-up clothes in my hand. Ah, I don't know if I could pull off this look. BTS can pull off anything, I surely can't. As I opened the bathroom door, there was someone I didn't recognize standing right in front blocking my way out, with their back facing me.

"Um, excuse-"

As soon as I opened my mouth I instantly stopped talking from shock. How much luckier can I get? Suga turned around casually but had a shocked look on his face. What? Do I look that stupid in these clothes? Does my face look weird?

Probably because my hair was messy and I had a bare face with no makeup, I came in conclusion. Even though I barely wear makeup, I do think its nice to have my acne covered up. But it felt terrible to be given a look from your idol; it's like you've been indirectly insulted.

But at the moment I was a little dazed, distracted by his pale soft skin and gentle eyes. He looked so sweet, you would have never guessed he's the same man that raps harshly on stage sending tons of fans to swoon over his skills.

"Huh? Where's Hoseok?" He asked, baffled. He itched his neck.

"Hm?" I was even more confused with his absurd question.

"Oh, I thought Hoseok was in there. Where'd he go if he's not in the bathroom?" He shifted his stance, looking around. Before I could give a reply his eyes darted back to me, but this time noticing my clothes, presumably the large Gucci logo on the sleeves of the tremendous sweater. He had a bizarre look on his face. Welp. This will have an odd explanation.

"Hey," He looked up at me, eyeing me suspiciously. I replied with a quirky expression, probably due to the anticipating anxiety I was having.

You're in a plane full of idols, Y/N! And you'll see them for the next few days, meaning you have to stop being so awkward and chill!

"Where'd you get these clothes?"

Obviously not mine. I'm just part of the staff, I can't afford this. So there goes an excuse.

"Uh, Jimin Oppa let me borrow me these,"

He looked at me, getting more suspicious by the second. Ugh, this sounds very much like a lie but its the truth! 

Tilting his head, he chuckled.

"Oppa?"

My face flushed pink, almost glowing like the city lights outside. UM. What do I say then? Isn't calling him just Jimin casual, like speaking as if he's a friend? Plus they're older than me, and I didn't say Oppa in a flirty way or anything. Didn't Harlow call Jimin Oppa as well?

Suga's chuckle instantly faded as he continued speaking.

"You didn't steal these, did you?" He emphasized by taking a closer step, peering over me seriously and suspiciously. My heart, oh ma lord, what if it explodes? He's so close to my face, I could barely think of a proper reply.

"N-No! Well y-you see.. uh.. he--" I faltered. Ugh, why isn't anything coming out right? Just say you spilled coffee and get it over with, Y/N. I gritted my teeth in frustration.

Yoongi stood there impatiently while I attempted to think of how to stop looking stupid and get the darn words out.

He sighed. "You're not gonna reply, huh? I'm extremely tired, you know, and having a suspect on this plane makes me wince but for the sake of my friend's possible property, we're doing this the hard way, follow me."

And with that being said, he forcefully grasped my other hand, which wasn't clutching onto dirty clothes and dragged me ahead.

I gulped. What did I get myself into?

A/N~ Thanks for reading armyyy! Please share and comment~ Hope I made your day a little less boring with this chapter XD