☾Wrong Bag // J-Hope FF ☀︎

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[Y/N POV]

"I'm gonna be late!" I screamed as I grabbed each and every one of my bags from my bedroom.

I currently live in New York but I'm moving to LA, California. I got a new job and an apartment there and New York has been good to me for my whole life, time to leave. Currently I was going to be late for my flight.

I continued to throw everything into the trunk of the Uber I had called. I swiftly got into the car and told the driver to take me to JFK Airport. We got there in about 50 minutes to an hour. I payed the man, grabbed my stuff and threw it onto a cart for easy transportation so I wouldn't have to carry these bags everywhere.

I selected everything I needed to for my flight information and inserted it onto the computer screen and out came my tickets. I gave the remaining bags to the attendant at the counter and she put my bags onto the conveyer belt. I watched as they entered the gate.

I ran as fast as I could to the terminal written on my ticket. Thank god I grew up in the city, I knew my way around this airport like the back of my hand. I made quick time to the terminal and thankfully they had just started boarding. After checking with the man standing at the desk about my bags, I boarded the plane no sweat. I relaxed in my seat for the long trip and put my headphones in my ears, looking out the window at the beautiful city below.

"I'm gonna miss you New York." I said, my final fair well to the place I grew up in, The City that Never Sleeps.

•••

I got out of the plane after we landed in LAX, the biggest airport in LA, and hurried to make my way to the baggage area. The airport was super crowded today for some reason. Girls and even some guys got their cameras ready and were screaming for the anticipated arrival of a celebrity I was guessing.

"Who's supposed to be coming here today?" I said out loud as I passed the sea of people. "Man I just want my bags." I sighed as I got stuck in the crowd. I knew I was probably gonna be stuck for a while so I just took out my phone and opened up Twitter. I looked through what was popular these days and a tweet caught my attention.

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@BTS_twt

[RM]
"Can't wait to see all our ARMY in LA! We'll be there soon so don't worry!"

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Is this what this crowd is about? I don't know exactly who BTS are but I know they're hella famous to have a these many fans at an airport.

While the crowd died down a bit I was able to shimmy my way through everyone and right when I reached the exit of all the fans, screams intensified, allowing it to be known through the whole airport that BTS arrived.

I became curious and drew myself back in. I got a glimpse of the band and, HOLY DAMN! I wasn't much of a K-Pop fan and didn't care much for boy bands but I had to admit, these seven men were pretty charming. But there was one who caught my eye.

He had red hair and was wearing sunglasses. A black mask covered his mouth but not for long when he pulled it down to show a beautiful, heart shaped smile, so bright that I bet it made the sun jealous. He was in black ripped jeans and a loose shirt with a handbag in tow.

I suddenly snapped out of my dreaming when I heard body guards yelling at fans to move. I quickly scurried away so I wouldn't get hurt.

Finally out of the crowd I hurried to the baggage and claimed what was mine. I made sure that I had all my bags and left the airport into the breathtaking city of LA.

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[Hoseok POV]

"The crowd is huge today hyung." I whispered to Yoongi, who was standing next to me.

"Stop talking and pay attention to what's in front of you. Don't pay attention to me, I don't want you getting injured." He gave me a cold shoulder and I obeyed. I didn't want to get hurt myself. We exited the airport with not many difficulties.

I guess the luggage is already in the vans, I thought to myself. Our manager never lets us get our own luggage or we could get hurt by excited fans.

As I entered the car, someone grabbed onto the rim of my sleeve.

"Excuse me, Hoseok. It seems your bag was not found." Our manager informed me.

"What?! Seriously?! What am I supposed to do?" I tried to stay calm but I had my favorite Gucci clothes in there.

"We have a team already at customer services and they are asking now. We ask for your understanding."

"So what're we gonna do," I heard Namjoon say from behind our manger. I guess he had been listening to our conversation.

"We're going to the hotel for now. We're gonna try to find his bag but for the time Hoseok will have to share some clothes with everyone."

"Yes sir, we understand. Thank your for informing us." Namjoon put a hand on my arm and guided me into the car. "Sorry about your bag, man. You're welcome to share my clothes for the time being."

I didn't pay any attention to Joon's words cause my eyes caught a glimpse of a girl waiting for her Uber I guessed. She had many bags in a cart and through all those bags, I saw a very familiar one. The sticker with my name "J-Hope" was on the side. It was my bag, but what was it doing with another person?

I ran away from Namjoon and towards the girl who stumbled upon my bag.

"Hoseok! The hell are you doing?!" I heard Joon yell from the entrance of the car. I was gonna get my bag back....aaaaand it was gone. The girl got into the Uber before I could reach her and they drove away.

I walked back to the cars, sulking. Aw man how could I have lost my bag!

"Why'd you run off?" Jimin asked, very well annoyed. "I just wanna get to the hotel and your causing trouble."

"Well I'm sorry Jimin-ssi," I replied in a very sarcastic tone, rolling my eyes. "I know you're tired but I just saw some girl drive away in an Uber with my bag."

"You sure it was your bag, hyung?" Jungkook came running up behind me.

"Yes Kookie. It had my name sticker on the side."

"Well there's nothing we can do now." Jin added. "She'll notice she took the wrong back and hopefully bring it back to airport services." His words had reassured me a bit.

"You're right Jin hyung. Let's just go." I was upset I didn't have my clothes but Jin was right. My bag would find its way back to me. This was the first time ever that my bag got lost, so I couldn't help but feel nervous the whole car ride.