"What time is it?"

Yoohee tiredly asked the boy next to him. Her head lazily fell onto his shoulder, before buzzing back up to its normal position when realizing how uncomfortable that might've made Jimin feel.

"No it's ok." Jimin squeaked out, his eyes still glued to the phone he's been fiddling with for the last half hour. His voice was so quiet even Yoohee barely heard him.

"What?"

"If- If you're tired... You can rest on me..." Jimin glanced at Yoohee, who seemed to only give a blank expression and a slow nod as a response, "Unless you don't want to. I'm just saying..."

It was completely unlike him to be so shy toward a girl. But usually, his interactions with the female species were of a fan-to-idol relationship. Yoohee was the closest Jimin has ever gotten to a true female friend that wasn't a coordi noona or other part of staff.

His usual flirty self was not cooperating with him at this hour.

"What time is it?" Yoohee asked again, blatantly ignoring the awkward statements coming from the boy who she perceived to be in the same mental state as herself; too tired to think correctly.

He put the phone in front of her face. She groaned at the bright light being shined into her tired eyes, but relentlessly, she read the bolded "1:36 am" on his lock screen.

"It feels like forever," Yoohee whined, still in a state of being both wide awake and fast asleep.

"I know ri-"

"Jimin!" a voice whisper shouted, making both Jimin and Yoohee jump in their seat. A tall figure stood in the aisle, hunched over, and his hands in his pocket.

"The hell Sejin, you scared the shit out of me." Jimin reprimanded, burying his face in his hands as his heart rate continued its rapid pace.

"You're not the one to be giving a lecture right now. This whole time I thought you were in your seat, but when I walked over to the boys to see how you guys were doing, I only saw Namjoon, fast asleep, with you nowhere in sight." Sejin made an effort to keep his voice down, yet the amount of saliva he was spitting at Jimin made it clear that he was beyond angry.

"I'm sorry... I got distracted..." Jimin unknowingly glanced at Yoohee, who sat there unbothered, yet interested, by the situation at hand. When realizing what he was doing, he immediately turned his attention back to Sejin. However, he was already too late, as Sejin's eyes went from Jimin, to the stranger next to him. The last thing Jimin wanted was for Sejin to scare the girl away. Or even worse, blame her.

"Oh you are dead." Sejin said, his eyes still on the girl yet his words clearly directed to Jimin. Sejin grabbed the hood of Jimin's sweatshirt and dragged the struggling boy out of the seat.

"No I wanna stay here wi- Pleaaaaase! Just one more... Oh come on- Sejin your stretching my shirt!" were the string of words uttered carelessly by Jimin as he was dragged down the aisle.

~

"Excuse me," Yoongi called to the person behind him, "Your son is kicking my seat."

Yoongi was in the middle of writing new lyrics for a rap. For once, his work wasn't for BTS, but solely for himself. It felt good to be independent, even if the song had no real home yet. It was useless for him to write these things, but it kept his unsaid thoughts and emotions at bay.

However, he couldn't concentrate whatsoever, and it really bothered him. He had had enough of the constant jerk of his seat every time the child decided to get lost inside the world of his iPad. Yoongi tried to keep his mouth shut, as it only happened occasionally and he knew it wasn't intentional, but the boy had absentmindedly kicked the seat in front of him at least a dozen times in the last 5 minutes, and like I said before, Yoongi had had enough.

"I'm sorry but what? My son?" The female voice was filled with disgust. Yoongi peeked his eyes through the cracks between the seats to see a young lady, her phone hanging loosely in her hands. She wore a tight-fitting sweater that covered almost all of her skin, and a mini skirt that showed almost all of her skin. It was like she wanted to be mature, but didn't want to risk her reputation. The headband topped with a bow made her look like a wrapped present under the Christmas tree, just waiting to be opened.

The good girl vibe hit Yoongi so hard it almost made him puke.

The girl was looking back at him, with an expression that matched her tone, "That's not my son. He's-"

"That's not my point," Yoongi cut her off, "Just... stop him."

"He's 3. You think he would actually listen to me if I were to tell him to stop?" Yoongi looked from the girl, to the boy next to her, who was still kicking endlessly at his seat. His ears were covered with headphones, rendering him completely unaware of the situation at hand.

"Well do me a favor, and smack him on the back of the head next time you catch him kicking my seat. Thank you." Yoongi sarcastically said before turning back around. Suddenly, the kicking stopped, and Yoongi could finally breathe. He leaned his head on the back of the seat, letting out a sigh of relief. He typed away at his computer with the satisfaction of winning.

Until, a hand came flying from behind him and smacked him across the back of his head, making him fall forward.

"What the-"

"Don't you ever talk to me and my brother that way!" The girl yelled, catching the people around them's attention, and making Hoseok, who sat next to Yoongi, stir in his sleep.

The last thing he wanted was for a commotion to happen and people to start staring. As much as Yoongi was fuming mad at what the stranger just did to him, if he were to react in a negative way like he wants to, scandals would pop up left and right.

He looked through the cracks again to address the clearly pissed off lady, "Shhh ok, keep your voice down."

"No!" The girl practically yelled, really catching people's eyes this time.

Yoongi began to regret choosing to sit at the back of his team. If he had chosen to sit somewhere in the middle, where he would be completely surrounded by coordi noonas, band members, and managers, this whole ordeal wouldn't be happening.

"Please stop yelling, all I ask is for you to stop your son from bothering me."

"HES NOT MY SON!"

"Does there seem to be a problem here ma'am?" A flight attendant kindly asked as she pulled up to their rows with a cart full of drinks.

Yoongi stood up and began waving his hands in front of his face, "Oh no, no, everything's good!"

"I would like to request a seat change for me and my brother," the stranger who, weirdly enough, did a 180 and asked with the nicest tone she could muster up in her moment of anger.

Yoongi stared at her with wide eyes.

You're the one that wants to change seats?

She kept her eyes on the flight attendant, never once looking up to Yoongi.

The flight attendant looked slightly taken aback by the sudden request. She awkwardly laughed as she scratched the back of her neck, "I'm not sure if I can accommodate you on such short no-"

"I'm Ae Hyun, by the way, Cha Ae Hyun." The girl told the lady, with a mischievous smirk and cocky tone. The flight attendant's face immediately changed as soon as she heard the name.

"I happen to know we have one extra seat at the very back of the plane, and the little one can sit on your lap until we find you a better seat for two. Is that ok with you?"

"Of course," She said, picking up her designer purse, phone, and little boy. She glanced at Yoongi in a taunting way, "Thank you so much."

But right as she turned back to the flight attendant, she froze.

"No problem, it's my job to help." The flight attendant cheerily said, lightly grabbing the girls arm as she showed her to the seat.

The stranger kept looking back and forth from the hand pulling her, to the man stood up. On her face, you could tell the realization of who she had been talking to was beginning to click.

Yoongi noticed the phone that she held. On it was a phone case, holding a picture of a pale-looking boy with mint-colored hair. The familiar facial features and round face made a smirk grow on his face as he realized the pins were of him.

That girl, that prissy rich bitch, was a fan.

And she had no idea that the stranger she was talking to, was none other than the man she obsessed over every night.