PROTECT YOU FOREVER/ BTS/ NAMJOON

20. Flight

Taehyung's POV:

The flight takes off, our LOVE YOURSELF; SPEAK YOURSELF tour officially starts now. I got the window so peek outside to see our plane lift off the ground. 14 hours damn too long.

I am sitting beside Sam, she looks so calm and good in that shirt. I like that color it's perfect for her. I didn't realize I am staring at her until, she turns and raises her eyebrows at me.

"What you looking at? " She asks.

"Nothing." I reply looking at the front.

"How did you get lost? " She asks softly.

"I got left behind, in the crowd. " I pout lightly.

"I see, sorry I didn't check on you. "

"Why are you apologizing, it isn't your fault. "

"I lost track when that woman came for Jungkook. "

"She's been following us for a year now, she's blacklisted."
"That's rude, how can people do that? "

"Yea, they get on our nerves. "

"Sure do. " She smiles.

I smile too.

"Have you been to America before? " I ask continuing our conversation.

"Once, when we were with our prime minister. "

"Oh, niceu."

She chuckles.

"You look cute in when you smile. " She compliments me. I smile more turning away.

"Thanks."

I look around, all hyungs are busy in their own world. After a few minutes, when we reach a certain height, we are allowed to take off our seat belts.

Aah, finally. I stretch my arms slightly. Sam does the same. Then she takes out her Chromebook and opens some thing in it. Curiosity hits me.

"What you looking at? "

"It's your schedule. " She replies lowly.

I lean in to see, yes it is. She bends and searches her bag and takes out her glasses. Woah She has glasses! Never noticed before. It's large, round gold rimmed glasses. Wearing them she scrolls through the schedule.

"You have glasses. "

"Reading one they don't have number, it's just too avoid strain. "

"I see, you look cute in them. "

She smiles shyly. I chuckle at her reaction. After some minutes she closes her Chromebook and places it back into the bag. I still wonder what are her hands like, she always wears gloves, am sure they are soft and pretty. Wait what am I imagining.

As we talk some silly stuff I feel someone staring at us, I turn back to see some air hostess looking at us. People are creep, I think. The same hostess come near us to ask us if we need something.

"May I have some hot coffee? " Sam asks politely with a smile.

"Am good! " I say, not wanting anything currently.

She bows and goes to get the coffee.

"You like coffee? "

"Yea, I need one to calm myself. "

"You stressed about something? "

"No, just excited too much for the tour."

"Oh! "

" Miss, your coffee. " The hostess arrives with it. The coffee is bubbling hot, isn't it too hot for a regular coffee. Sam turns to take the coffee from her hands...
The hostess spills the hot coffee completely onto Sam's right hand. Sam hisses in pain biting her lips. Shit!

"Am really sorry, I didn't mean to... "

"It's okay, I know is an accident. " Sam says getting up from the seat. Holding her hand she walks away to the washroom.

I glare at the woman, it was on purpose I can make that out. Does she think we are dumb? All eyes are on us. Namjoon hyung looks the most worried now.

Sam's POV:

I sprint to the washroom, f*ck that hostess what the hell was she thinking? First of all she made the coffee to hot then spills it on me.

I open the door and pull my glove of and dump it into the bin, then pull up my sleeve upto my elbow. Shit it's so red and burning as hell. I place my hand under running water to sooth the pain. F*ck my life, why are everyone targeting my hands? Thanks to my glove and full sleeve it didn't burn completely. I just hope blisters don't form.
As I cool down my burnt hand, I hear snickers outside, it's the hostess.

"Yea, I did it on purpose. She was sitting with my oppa, while all the other staff members were sitting far."
There are some more other voices, laughing. My blood starts to boil she messes with me, am gonna make her feel hell. She's dead now.

I froce open the door banging it loud. (A/n: my usual style of opening the doors, more like breaking it open.) My face stern in anger, I bang my right palm beside her face making her flinch. I don't f*cking care my hand is burning, cause my blood is boiling more. She is shorter, I lean up to her face hold her jaw roughly with my left hand.

"Listen here bitch, I knew you did it on purpose try those stunts again I won't hesitate to make sure you loose your job." I smirk as she shakes.

I leave her jaw, "Now I want you at my seat with a first aid kit in a minute not a second late. And if you wanna talk ill about your passengers, better do it somewhere else cause your doors are not sound proof." I say leaving her. I feel so disgusted by such people.

I return to my seat to see all the staffs' eyes on me. "Are you okay? " Tae asks. I compose myself. Damn it burns.

"It is ok, just burns a little. " I reply, still holding on my hand.

The hostess returns with a first aid kit, I take it from her and place it in my lap. Can't trust her to do it for me. I take out some antiseptic and apply it along with some cold gel. The hostess returns with a ice pack, I apply it till the pain eases. I return her the kit taking out a wrap bandage and tie it around. Tae helps me wrap it up in place.

"Gamsahabnida Tae. " I thank him.

"Welcome."

He looks at me worried. "What are you looking at, an not dead. " I say laughing lightly. He flicks his finger on my forehead. "Ouch! " I say rubbing my head, and pout.

Some hours have passed, and everyone is asleep around me. I am unable to sleep, one because my hands still burns, two am afraid I'll get the nightmare and wake-up screaming. I rub my temple and yawn a little.

I keep thinking about all the weird useless stuff in the world. What if the plane crashed into the Pacific Ocean, if the pilot feel asleep; what if someone starts sleep walking in the flight; ok,ok Sam calm your @ss down. Damn I can overthink a lot. I mentally slap myself I gaze around not even a soul awake. I check the time, it's way past midnight.

Looking at a snuggly boy hugging his pillow beside me makes me feel sleepy. F*ck the world, am gonna sleep, hope no nightmares.