Glow

Yoongi's Adventure

At first I thought it was going to be a day trip to visit his family.

'Didn't you book the tickets weeks ago?' I mutter under my breath to him as he keeps searching his pockets.

'Yeah, or at least I thought I did.' He replies. 'Was it a digital ticket?' He wonders as he pulls out his phone, looking through his email and texts for anything from the train company.

'Fuck. Looks like we're going with plan b.' He says, turning away from the train platform.

'Buying tickets at the counter last minute?' I grin and ask.

'Yup.' The p in the word pops with his irritation.

****

'Nope, not happening. On to plan c... whatever that is.' He growls as he stomps away from the counter.

'It's a bit pricey, but it's not the worst I've seen.' I say, catching up to him as he heads for the door to the train station.

'It's literally the same price... no, more!... as the first class ticket I was trying to buy online!' He grumbles. 'I'd rather find a car service and pay them for the privacy of us just traveling alone.'

I sympathetically look at him as he slows down, pulling out his phone again. 'Fans and saesangs?' I wonder.

'Yeah. There's no peace while traveling on public transportation unless it's for no more than a few minutes with the level of scrutiny we're under.' He pulls up a site that offers car service. He puts in the HYBE company details, and orders a car for an hour from now.

'Let's head over to that cafe across the street. I need a coffee and a bite to eat.' Yoongi smiles at me (I can see his eyes crinkle from behind his mask) and grabs my hand with his free one as we both haul our luggages to wait for the car at the cafe.

****

'So everyone know's you get your sass from your mom, what's your dad like?' I ask, sipping on the last of my hot cocoa as the driver on the other side of the privacy glass pulls onto the highway.

'He's quiet. Dad is proud of mom's back-talk, has always loved the fiery spirit she has.' I try to imagine his dad from how he describes him, but all I can focus on is Yoongi himself, just smiling at me.

'Are they going to be okay with me being... you know... not Korean?' I say hesitantly.

He pauses, looking past me at the scenery that flies past, before focusing on me again.

'They should. It took a lot for them to be okay with me going into the music industry, so I'm not sure how quickly they'll accept you, this soul bond... us.' He trips over the words, trying to figure out how they'll see our relationship. 'But they will.' Reaching to grab my  hand, he squeezes it, smiling warmly. 'I proved to them that I knew what I was doing before, and I'll do it again.' The determination practically glowed from him as the sun filtered through the windows of the vehicle.

****

We both drift off to sleep. By the time the sun was overhead I was jostled awake by the vehicle turning off the highway onto the local roads of Yoongi's home city.

I reach over to wake him up, and noticed the sky in the window beyond him.

'Time to be more aware. We just got off the highway, and those clouds don't look too friendly.' I nod towards the towering darkness quickly approaching .

Yoongi just blinks at me, then turns his head to look. The view of the wall of clouds reaching as high as the eye could see makes him grunt.

'No going outside for a bit I guess. Not common, but I'm sure the farmers are happy with what's coming.' He mumbles, sitting straighter and fixing his rumpled clothes.