Island Roommates // Yutae Fan Fic

Chapter One:

A/N: Annyoenghaseo. This is my first fan fiction...please be gentle. I hope you'll keep reading and that I keep writing. Gomawo ✌

Taeyong:

I really didn't want to get on a plane right now. I was exhausted and just thinking about flying over to meet the rest of the group in Japan for our showcase was giving me hives. On top of that I had just come from my meeting with the company head about my behaviour in the past that had recently been resurrected by an old acquaintance and I was beyond embarrassed. Not precisely because of what I had said but how I had said it. A lot of fans were mad at me, fans that have been with us from the beginning. We hadn't even debuted yet and we had a strong following already, but numbers were showing they were slowly dwindling.

I followed my manager into the jet and nodded as he explained the schedule for Osaka, but I wasn't really listening. I hated conflict and this was sure to make people in the group a little angry. We had all worked hard to get where we were today. I really didn't want to ruin things for anybody before our careers even began. Walking out of that meeting with my manager looking at me like I was a disappointment was probably the worst I had ever felt in a long time. I was pretty sure my week couldn't get any worse. I let out a sigh, shoved my carry-on into the compartment above my head and fell down into my seat. 

Just as I was getting comfortable and my eyes were starting to droop, I heard more footsteps walking down the aisle towards me and looked up to find my roommate Nakamoto Yuta squinting at me. He walked by me without saying anything and I bit my lip as I listened to him getting his stuff into place. That was a surprise. I thought everyone had already left without me. I wanted to ask why he wasn't in Japan already; we were going to Osaka and it being his hometown I would have expected him to be the first one to leave. I didn't ask though. It was obvious he didn't want to speak to me at the moment. No one really had since the news had been broken to them last night and it made my chest ache. I usually am a quiet person but too much silence around me always got to me. I bowed my head and tried to let it go. I kind of deserved their cold shoulder treatment right now. I had gotten angry and in the heat of the moment I forgot how my behaviour might affect my future. As my group's leader, I wasn't just responsible for myself anymore. Their careers were on the line because of my moment of weakness and it didn't sit well with me. 

"Excuse me, Sir." I started as the stewardess suddenly appeared beside me. "We'll be taking off shortly." She had a large plastic smile plastered on her face. "Please make sure your seatbelts are fastened."

She kept smiling in my direction, her face unmoving like a doll's, and waited until I had done as she asked before she moved on behind me to ask Yuta if there was anything he would like before take-off. Was it my imagination or was she being a lot friendlier to him than she had been to me? No...my managers words were just ringing in my ears, making me pay more attention to the situation I had put myself and our group. I frowned when she giggled at whatever Yuta's soft reply had been and then scoffed at myself for even feeling a tiny bit jealous. Yuta could flirt with whoever he felt like. It really wasn't my concern. A sharp pain lanced through my chest at the thought. I had always liked Yuta. When we met, the first thing I had noticed were his collection of earrings swaying in the air as he turned his head to look at me. Then there was his smile. No one in the world has a smile as beautiful as Yuta's... The pilot's voice came on the speakers and the lights went out as everyone settled down to leave. The stewardess lingered a little longer by Yuta's side and I ground my teeth together in annoyance. Really, she was starting to get on my nerves.

Take-off was smooth and as soon as the lights came back on, and the one's for the seatbelts blinked out I was up and out of my chair, heading towards the back of the luxury jet that was now, somehow, an ordinary part of my crazy life. I pushed open the partition for the bedroom suite that was located right at the back of the plane, and made my way over to the small bathroom squashed into the corner. Next to it were the built in cabinets stocked with linens and bedding anyone might need at some point during the flight, and in front of it was my other bag that had my toiletries so I grabbed that and shuffled into the bathroom so I could shower off the smell of today. I thought a hot shower would make me feel better, but once I was inside behind the opaque glass I immediately felt a hundred times worse. I lowered my head under the just bordering on boiling water and gave myself 10 seconds to cry. I counted them slowly, breathing deep after each number and letting my misery wash over me for those few precious seconds...then I pulled myself together and reached for the shower gel.