Stranded【PJM • BTS】

6: Min Seo

After what felt like half an hour of walking, I dove into my seat and hid my face behind my hands --or my sleeves-- since they were so large. "Y/N."

I spun around, shocked for some reason even though it was none other than my best friend. I guess bumping into all these boys suddenly and randomly is having an impact on me.

"You slay that outfit! I'd never guess you'd pull it off," Harlow grinned, but I could clearly tell she was holding back from strangling me. "But there's something I'd like to know.." She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Uh-oh. I can already see what's coming.

"WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?! DID I MISS SOMETHING? And why are you so red? Ain't the AC slicing you? Why are you acting weird?" She screeched.

"U-Um..." What kind of reasonable answer is there? "I was changing?"

"FOR TWO DARN HOURS? Honey, you ain't fooling anyone today,"

"Well... it's a long story--"

"I've got all night." She shifted her position excitedly, already knowing I would explain while I:

-burst

-fangirl

-cry

-sulk

-screech

-literally die

-all of above

And I'm proud to declare that my predictions are 100% accurate and that's exactly what happened for the next hour until we passed out sleeping.

~

The next morning dawned uninterrupted and harmoniously. It felt great to awaken here rather on my desk with a sore back from passing out in the middle of studying late at night or the loud blaring alarm nagging me by my bedside.

It was a huge difference to wake up naturally and in a great mood rather waking up forced leading to the Monday morning mood.

As the affectionate light from the windows caressed my face, I glanced around enthusiastic for the productive day ahead of me. Until I noticed that everyone was scurrying around getting ready.

"Y/N! Get up and get ready! We need to start shooting in half an hour!" Harlow rushed over to my seat from nowhere.

"What? Huh? We already landed?" I rubbed my crusty eyelids, and it came to my realization I probably looked like a zombie in the morning wearing a GUCCI sweater. The thought of their sweater on me made my cheeks feel hot; it's like an indirect hug.

"Yes, we landed. Like an hour ago." She rolled her eyes. "We need to get all of our stuff off because-- actually you know what? Just hurry and get up!"

She aggressively grabbed my forearm to pull me out of the seat while I groaned, annoyed my perfect morning was ruined by this rushy mess.

"Okay, okay!" I caved in, struggling to get up from her grasp and walking toward the bathroom.

~

The air outside was fresh and breezed freely, combing through my hair as I stepped off the steps of the jet.

Sunshine kissed my face gently, and clouds were painted across the sky.

The scenery was insanely breathtaking, with the waves colliding and plants whispering.

I hopped off the last step causing the sand to swallow my sandals.

I stood there for a while, eyeing the comely view in awe when all of a sudden a voice slashed through the calming melody of the waves inconsiderately.