Concurrence | k.th

secundo - ghost flight

A/N: I want to change the previous chapter to third person. I want the main to look a certain way, want her to have a name....

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Tock. "Ow"

Tock. "Ow"

Tock. "Ow"

"Taehyung please stop hitting your head against the car window." BTS's manager sighed while rubbing his face with both of his aged and tanned hands. Taehyung stopped and looked at him, blinking a couple of times.

"Yes, manager-nim."

And he continued hitting his head against the window.

"Taehyung please, I know you're upset about all of this but please also know that this is for your best. There won't be any more concerts in Japan for now and just promotions and a few fansigning events are left. The members will be back before you notice it."

It was just them and the driver in one of the two black vans that were used to transport the group from one location to the next, facing each other with Taehyung sitting all the way in the back of the car.

A silent minute passed, with the time between each thud increasing, until the brunette's head came to a rest on the cool window. "Sure I know, keep that deadweight away and disappoint the fans. But the company decided it's all for my best so who cares about any other opinions." His smooth voice rolled through the constipated area and soon the periodical humming of the car's engine was the only noise filling the air again, this time infused with something bitter and lingering.

The middle-aged man closed his eyes for a few seconds, deeply breathed in and out, and chose to purposefully ignore the other's statement. They had already led that argument before getting into the car and he knew there was no point dwelling over the same thing again. Opening his eyes again, he looked at the idol with hope flashing through his eyes, trying his best to draw a calming smile on his face and continued,

"You'll also be able to spend some time with your family and friends back home. That sounds good, no? I know how important they are to you."

The young man slumped together; his eyes intensely analyzing nonexistent patterns on the floor of the vehicle. He nodded, slightly, and let his upper body tip over onto the vacant seats next to him. Staying in that slightly uncomfortable position, he carefully shifted his injured arm so it wouldn't slip down during the constant rocking of the van whenever it drove over a hole or bump on the road.

The singer now looked at the ceiling, crinkling his nose from a slight itch he had no intention of relieving. Because anything close to scratching it would have meant stopping healthy arm from making sure injured arm wouldn't need to reflexively use its sore muscles to balance itself on his body and that meant more "ouch".

And Teahyung didn't want more "ouch". He already had enough of that since slipping off that damn stage a bit more than two hours ago and he really just wanted to sleep and for the increasingly throbbing pain in his arm to finally stop.

No that's not true, he didn't want to sleep. He wanted to punch anything around him and scream until his throat would turn so sore and he wouldn't be able to speak for days. The pain and frustration of getting hindered from attending his duties as an idol, of disappointing his fans with his sudden absence and of himself for being so damn clumsy and reckless was too huge for him to handle.

"I miss my family, I really do," He rasped out in his low voice, still not looking at his group's manager, "but my excitement for finally seeing them again is too small compared to the guilt I feel towards ARMY..." His frown deepened, "and this damn frustration!"

Taehyung would've jumped up at this moment if his body didn't hurt so much and his movement wasn't restricted by the seatbelt that started to painfully dig into a sore area on his hip. He would've stomped and fisted the cushion of one of the seats but all he could actually do was huff and groan and he felt even more frustration.

Frustration, frustration and more frustration. He decided to change the subject in an attempt to at least not think about that frustration too much anymore.

"How'd you find a flight that late anyway? I mean it's not even the high season for traveling... Unless..."

He stopped and gasped scandalously, finally looking at the man seated in front of him. "Don't tell me you got me a private jet!? Awww you shouldn't have~"

He had meant for that question to be a distraction only, but saying it out loud he realized he actually was curious about the answer. The brunette had just gotten released from the hospital a mere hour ago with the condition to get enough rest (which meant no more schedules for him), painkillers and always having someone looking after him in case his condition suddenly worsened and, thanks to his slight concussion, to make sure to wake him every few hours at night. Probably so I won't suffocate on my own vomit, he thought bitterly.

His manager, not aware of his darker thoughts, chuckled at Taehyung's words and shook his head. He was glad the boy group member was still able to make jokes and he felt the suffocating pressure in his chest flow away.

"It's a positioning flight so it's basically flying empty. Apparently one of the airline's planes suddenly had some malfunction and they needed another one in Incheon as fast as possible. We convinced them to take you along, even to get two stewardesses to accompany you and check on you once in a while. So you won't be too lonely on there." He paused for a second, debating if he should say the next words. "Although I wish I could come along with you..."

Taehyung didn't reply.

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