BTS - Behind The Showbiz

Air Romance - Namjoon

"Come on, our flight is boarding!" Emma urged.

"Yes, I'm coming!" she responded exasperatedly, quickly putting her snacks back into her bag. "I don't know why you always make a point to be one of the first to the gate. It just involves endless standing around anyway as we wait for the rest of the passengers."

"Duh, it's human nature," Emma responded, grabbing her by the wrist now that she was finally standing and pulling her along behind her. "You're just special. Or not human."

"Or lazy?" she continued the list.

"Or that," Emma frowned as the gate came into sight. "Shame. I would have hoped for the non-human option. Can you imagine how cool it would be to have an alien as a best friend?"

"Depends on whether you believe aliens to be violent or peaceful beings. They could be either the saints or terrorists of our world."

Emma looked at her friend over her shoulder with a horrified look as they got in line. "You shouldn't be saying things like that in an airport of all places."

She looked abashedly at Emma, not sure whether to feel stupid or sorry for the comment she'd just made. Instead, Emma decided to change the topic and they talked about different things as they approached the desk where tickets were being checked.

Once their tickets had been checked, they proceeded to make their way down the ramp and towards the door of the plane, where the air stewardess checked their tickets one last time before they started looking for their seats.

The plane was relatively small, and empty, so their seats in row number 21 were towards the back end of the plane.

"If the plane stays empty, do you want to ask if we can move closer towards the front?" she asked, turning to look back over her shoulder at Emma.

Emma shrugged her shoulders in response. "I don't really mind; I like the back. I've also heard—Wait, watch ou—"

But her warning was too late. Having not watched where she was walking, she didn't see the loose bag strap that was still partially in the aisle. Her foot got caught in it, and with a brief, "Woah!" she unceremoniously twisted her body as she fell and landed with a thump on the aisle of the plane, looking up at her friend and letting out a huff of frustration.

"Why does this always happen to me?" she asked no one in particular.

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry," the owner of the bag said, getting up out of his seat and stepping between her and Emma with his hand outstretched. "Are you ok?"

For a moment she was clearly confused; the face looking down at her was covered with a white mask of some kind.

Although he could see her confusion, he didn't move—He neither went to remove his mask nor did he retract his hand; he remained unmoving until she went to accept his hand and he pulled her up.

"Thank you," she mumbled as she dusted herself off. "I hope your bag is alright," she said then, looking down at the strap that was cause of this embarrassing situation. "This kind of stuff tends to happen to me a lot so don't blame yourself—or your bag."

"I know the feeling," he responded, nodding his head in understanding. "I'm very good at accidentally destroying things."

She shot him a shy smile then. "Have a good flight," she said, before she turned around and started to continue walking down the aisle, leaving the strange man behind her. After a few moments she heard Emma catching up behind her. "Next time, you're going in front," she said bitterly.

She heard Emma snicker from behind her. "Sure."

As the strange man in the mask sat back in his seat – making sure to pull the bag and its straps out of the aisle – his friend turned to him. "How could you make such a silly mistake?" Jin asked him. "We're supposed to be trying to travel discreetly."