Stranded【PJM • BTS】

4: Thief

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 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?

We weaved through tight pathways filled with many other staff members, who looked confusedly at Yoongi. He seemed obviously annoyed. The bright stars from the windows flashed before my eyes as my feet hovered above the ground, being guided forcefully and blindly.

He was holding my hand, as in his warm hand touching and gripping onto my hand. Goodness, I might faint on the spot. Good thing the sweater's sleeves are enourmously large or else the palm of my sweaty gross hand would be touching his.

"Is everything okay, Yoongi?" I heard a masculine voice call after us, sounding blurry as if we had been sunken underwater.

"Yes," Yoongi snapped, tightening the grip of my hands. He gritted his teeth, sounding clearly the opposite of 'okay'. Why is he so mad? Even if I did steal it, it's just a swe-- oh wait. It's GUCCI, no wonder it's such a big deal to Yoongi. No one's happy when Gucci Boy looses GUCCI stuff.

We finally halted at a stop and it was so sudden I nearly crashed into his shoulder but luckily it only resulted as a gentle nudge. Viewing my surroundings, I realized we have passed the open comfy seat area where the staff were, and we were standing in the middle of the lounge area. The entire band was sitting around us, chilling in comfy positions but had a bewildered expressions, eyeing our intertwined fingers.

Immediately Yoongi noticed the observant eyes that were laid on our hands and jerked away awkwardly.

"Hyung," Tae looked up at Suga, baffled, then glanced at me for a split second.

Well. This is awkward.

"You recognize her?" Suga asked in disbelief. "I'm pretty sure these aren't your clothes, huh, this thief," He peered close to my face, scrunching his nose. My face instantly turned pink, even though it already was ever since Tae asked for a coffee. Is it unhealthy to be blushing for this long? Why do I even have these thoughts? Maybe since it's almost 3am in the morning and I'm asking myself those dumb questions again.

"What are you doing?" Jin butted in, alarmed.

Suga spun around, seeing Jin get up from his seat.

"Ah, how are you doing? Did you get your burn treated?" Namjoon asked from the back of the lounge room, finally noticing the commotion.

"Did I miss something?" Hoseok squished through, clutching a cup of water.

"What's going on?" Jungkook peeked out from behind Jimin's seat.

So... what am I supposed to say in this situation?

I'm still awkwardly standing next to Yoongi, who seems puzzled. Not to mention I'm practically glowing from the heat in my cheeks which was probably visible despite the night setting. It's impossible to survive being surrounded by them.

"Go back to sleep, Jungkook, it's not important," Namjoon called back at clueless Jungkook from the corner.

"I can't sleep when my Hyungs are standing around a cute girl arguing. I need to know what's up!" Jungkook stubbornly refused, with an unnoticeable teasing tone in his voice.

Wait.

Oh my god. Did the fetus of the boyband just call me cute? He called me cute? Were they trying to kill me unintentionally, because it's working. My face is getting hot and blushing profusely while I'm just standing there like an idiot, nervous to defend myself with a reply.