"No."

Jimin's firm answer made a frown appear on Yoohee's previously excited face.

"Why not?" She whined, pulling at Jimin's sleeve. He glanced at her actions for a split second, a smile growing on his face, before immediately changing his expression to a serious one and crossing his arms.

"Are you 12? No, I'm not playing such an-"

"Oh come on! It will be so much fun," She leaned in to his side and wiggled her shoulders, "For me? Please?"

"What has gotten into you?" He questioned in a confused manner. From the few experiences he's had with her, this was not her personality at all.

"I'm always this mischievous, what are you talking about?" She answered, still tugging at his hoodie's sleeves.

"That's not what I mean," Jimin pulled away from the girls grip and turned to fully face her, "You're never... not grumpy."

He didn't know how else to word it, since every other way didn't seem to give justice to how 180 her personality has changed with him.

"You're not being mean, so I'm not being mean. It's not that hard to comprehend," she rolled her eyes, trying not to let his words get to her and ruin her mood, again, "So if you don't play this game with me, I will be very mad and mean... and both you and I don't want that, do we?"

"Is that a threat I hear?" Jimin teased in the same tone Yoohee was previously using. Her eyes were filled with energy, yet shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly in response. She looked at him with a look of pure fire, inspiring Jimin to do the same, "Game on."

//

"You first."

Jimin commanded, a phone in his hand, and a smile so big his eyes disappeared. He was excited, so much so that he was holding himself back from bursting out in complete laughter as he watched Yoohee, now standing in the aisle, run her fingers through her hair. She wanted to tame the frizz that was developing within it, and fix the wrinkled clothing from sitting down too long. Yoohee smirked at how something so simple seemed to rile him up and the best part hasn't even started yet.

And to think he was so obviously against the idea only moments ago.

"Let's set some rules." Yoohee started,

"1. No sabotaging. No interfering of any kind. Period.

2. The timer begins right when you start walking toward the victim.

3. The timer ends, and only ends, when we acquire the number.

Easy enough, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, just go!" Jimin shooed her away as he quickly scrambled on his phone for the timer. Yoohee scoffed at the abrupt start, but brushed it off as she walked down the aisle, her hips swaying in a hypnotizing manner.

She walked with confidence, her hair was bouncing, and her face reflected the one thing she had in mind. She wore a simple outfit- a loose and silky burgundy v-neck, skinny jeans that folded right above her ankles, and heels that, thankfully, made her ass look great- but she worked it. Yoohee was not a stunning person in a supermodel sense, but she definitely was a face that caught people's eyes. Her aura screamed such carelessness, and her appearance was beautiful in a way that was unique.

She looked rough and innocent at the same time, like the type of person you'd see clinging to the arm of a gang member with puppy dog eyes, and the next minute, slapping him.

She looked sexy. Her round face being the only contrast to her sulky features.

Her eyes looked tired, but somehow this didn't bring her appearance down, and instead added to it.

That's why she wanted to play this little game. To show how easily a girl like her get what she wants by being the hot bitch she is. She wanted to prove herself.

She wanted to feel something.

As she walked down the aisle, it only took her a few steps before eyeing down a man sitting near the front of their cabin. He had short blue hair that could be spotted from a mile away, and coincidentally, there was an empty seat right next to him. A smirk grew on her face as she tossed her hair and quickened her pace toward the perfect target.

Jimin stood up from his seat to overwatch the scene. Once he realized she were eyeing his little friend, his expression became even more amused.

Oh this is going to be good.

Yoohee was nearing the man. As she passed by his seat, she accidentally tripped on her high heels, and coincidentally landed on his lap. In a blink, she found herself lying in his arms. He was startled by the sudden weight on his lap, and even more terrified when seeing who the weight was.

Yoohee looked up to the blue haired man, and she forced a blush to spread across her face. She covered her face cutely with two hands, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Her voice came out as a whisper, and her tone resembled those of girls the man has only ever watched. She looked deeply into the man's eyes, never once realizing she had seen the face before. His hair color was what threw her off, that plus the added fact that Yoohee was half asleep the last encounter she had with him.

But Namjoon easily remembered her.

"I-It's ok." He shyly responded, not knowing how to react. He cringed at how he stuttered like an idiot in front of the girl. He was always known to be the flirty one of the group, but considering the rest of BTS was a bunch of babbling weirdos in front of the species called "woman", it wasn't a hard threshold to overcome. In fact, Namjoon was too frightened to even move, and Yoohee didn't budge one bit as she wasn't backing out now. She stayed put in his lap like a helpless baby.

"Is anyone sitting there?" She pointed toward the seat next to him, while biting her lip. He shook his head, his mouth still slightly opened.

Right as she was about to scoot herself off his lap and into the seat adjacent to him, she felt someone grip at her shirt, and pull her off of him.

"Who the fuck are you?" The girl exclaimed with a handful of Yoohee's shirt in their grasp.

"Who are you?" Yoohee sassed back. The timer was still running and she did not have time for this. She could not afford to lose.

"I'm his girlfriend," she answered back. Her bob bounced as she positioned her hand onto her hip. Yoohee looked at her with wide eyes, before turning to Namjoon who seemed to be just as shocked as she was. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Jimin holding his stomach tightly as he erupted in silent laughter. She sent him a glare before turning her attention back to the situation at hand.

"Oh I didn't mean to cause any- I'm- um... sorry!" Yoohee's rushed speech was making Jimin break in the background.

"You better be!" The girl yelled as Yoohee practically sprinted away from the commotion she unintentionally caused. She sat in her original seat; embarrassed, tired, and completely out of breath.

"Good job! Took you," Jimin glanced at the phone and cheered with as much sarcasm he could muster, "4 minutes and 42 seconds... to utterly fail!"

"Don't get too happy hot shot. I'd like to see you try." She scoffed out. She curled into the seat, trying to calm herself down from the pure embarrassment.

"Gladly," With that, Jimin hopped out of his seat and handed the timer to Yoohee, "Watch and learn."

Jimin walked away with his hood covering the smug look on his face. He spotted the first teenage girl he could find, who was only two rows in front of him, and headed straight for her. He knew his plan was flawless and not the least bit time-consuming. He has had this pick up line ready for use since the day he heard it, but being an idol, had no chance to use it. Now it's the day. Now it's the one and only time he can ever use this line.

He finally approached her. He leaned down to her face level as he gracefully let down his hood.

"You know BTS?"

The girl looked up from her phone, completely frightened at first by the whisper that was so loud. But, as soon as she saw the face behind the voice, her mouth dropped open and a squeal was heard for a split second before Jimin covered her mouth and put his finger in front of his lips, shushing the girl. The girl quickly caught on. As Jimin lowered his hand, she began to whisper in a high-pitched voice.

"Oh my god. I love you so much! I've listened to I Need U at least a bajillion ti-"

"Thank you!" Jimin cut her off, as he became impatient with how much time he was wasting. He usually wasn't this rude to fans, and he truly loves everyone who appreciates their music, but now was not the time. The clock was ticking, and he wanted to win. He had to win, "Hey, can I get your number?"

"What?" The girl shouted in a low voice, catching some people's attention, but not enough to make a commotion. But who could blame her? Her dreams were coming true in a matter of milliseconds. Her heart was beating so loud, anticipating the alarm clock going off and realizing this was all a dream.

"Yeah, you're really pretty and I would love to get your number." Jimin said, as if it wasn't that big of a deal. To him it wasn't, since he honestly had no intention of using it. It was an inconsiderate move, but he clearly wasn't in the greatest state of mind.

"Th-thank you! Um.. yeah, I'll- uh... nu-number. I'll give- give you my number...." She barely stuttered out, feeling as though her heart would explode any second. He grabbed his phone from his back pocket, and handed it to her.

She was trembling.

But she powered through it and shakily typed her number into his contacts.

"Thank you," he exclaimed, immediately running back to his seat. The girl stood up to excitedly wave goodbye before falling back into her seat, hand clenching at her heart.

"What. The Fuck." was all Yoohee could say before actually stopping the timer and staring back at Jimin in awe. She heard the whole thing, and it was the weirdest experience she's ever witnessed. That girl was head over heels over this... this... stranger.

"Just the perks of being famous," Jimin cockily explained, before settling into his seat and lazily looking over to Yoohee, " What was my time?"

She pulled the phone up to her face and looked at the time, "2 minutes and 57 seconds..."

What. The. Fuck.