Elemental;; bts x avatar AU

Five ;;

After two weeks, it was time to pack up and leave.

Sola packed up what little belongings she had along with what little money she had managed to earn at the bar. She didn't like the Fire Nation or anything that had its emblem on it, but she grew kind of fond of Fire Fountain City, or at least the memories attached to the place.

She had made friends with a couple of other girls from the bar, and she was going to miss them. She managed to master water bending during her stay here, so it was hard for her not to love the place.

But then there were her memories with Jungkook.

Every time she walked by the ally by the bar, she thought of him. The image of him and his damp hair dripping down his face, frozen in place, the angry vein popping out of his neck. She smiled at the thought.

At the same time, she knew, deep down, she messed up. She was supposed to keep a low profile as she learned all of the elements, and before she even mastered the first one, she had gotten in trouble. She picked a fight with the youngest prince, of all people.

However, she couldn't wait to see the look on Jungkook's face when he found out that she was the Avatar.

"All packed up?" Namjoon asked, standing beside Sola as she looked at the now empty shack.

Sola sighed, "Yeah. It doesn't take long to pack my two tunics."

Namjoon chuckled, slinging his arm around his sister, "You'll get more possessions, don't worry."

"Not when we leave every two weeks! One week on the road, two weeks stay, then we leave again. How am I supposed to get my barrings when everything is changing constantly?" Sola sighed, frustrated.

"It's for your safety. Our safety. We're all outsiders in these parts, and people will notice us no matter how much we avoid eye contact. What are so many people from such different walks of life doing together? We don't belong together, and people will catch onto that eventually," Namjoon explained.

"We don't look different, people won't know," Sola grumbled, crossing her arms.

"Perhaps," Namjoon nodded, "But we all have different accents, dictions, and mannerisms that are very specific to our hometowns. We polarize ourselves as soon as we open our mouths."

"Why are you always right? It's irritating," Sola glared at her older brother, and Namjoon just laughed and shrugged.

"It's my job."

"When I showed up at your doorstep twenty years ago, I bet you stood there and were like, 'I'm gonna make her feel like an idiot every day'," Sola demonstrated a four-year-old Namjoon standing with his hands on his hips, looking down an in imaginary baby Sola.

Namjoon laughed again, "How did you know?"

Before Sola could respond again, Hoseok popped his head into the house, "You guys about ready?"

"Yep!" Namjoon answered, picking up his rucksack and slinging it over his shoulder. "Maybe Sola will find more Fire Nation princes to quarrel with on the way!"

Sola grounded loudly, dragging her feet as she followed her brother. The rest of the guys were standing outside, bags on their backs, ready to walk for miles and miles.

-

"My feet hurt!" Taehyung exclaimed.

"We've been walking for ten minutes, Taehyung."

"Actually, we've been walking for about three hours, Jimin."

"Feels like ten days."

"I'm so tired of walking for miles and miles," Taehyung pouted. "Sola, can you fly us?"