My Personal Translator

The Plane Ride

You sat there in silence. Gripping the armrests of your chair so tightly your knuckles were white and beginning to hurt. Your stomach churned as you heard the plane engine start hazily through the muddled sounds around you. You couldn’t even make out the korean finding its way through your distant state.

Too much was going on in your head to understand anything other than your first language. You shut your eyes in attempt to calm down as the plane took off the ground and you steadied your breathing. When suddenly you felt a breath close to your right ear.

“그냥 쉬세요…(geunyang swiseyo)” Yoongi whispered calmly to you, it took you a moment to recognize the words as ‘just relax’. He probably noticed your currently high-strung and sensitive state. You gasp and jump away from his voice.

Your breathing goes out of rhythm once again as you look at him with wide eyes wondering how his voice even found its way to you through the muffled world you were currently in. He smiled softly with his gummy smile.

“Wow, you're really nervous right now… I didn’t mean to startle you.” You just continued staring at him as you tried to relax in your seat as much as you could before the other members noticed.

You at least felt relieved that Yoongi was the one you were sitting next to since he was the only one who knew the severity of your anxiety. He pried your hand off of the armrest causing your breath to hitch in your chest as your attention was brought to your white cramped hands.

“I mean look at this, you're gonna hurt yourself at this rate if you’re already this nervous…” He said as he gathered your other hand and placed them together in your lap. You began to finally calm down with the treatment of Yoongi’s sweet smile.

“Thank you…” You muttered quietly as he turned back to face forward preparing for the sleep you were sure he was about to indulge in for the rest of the ride. You turned your attention back to the hands twiddling with your rings in your lap when you heard him mutter softly.

“Find something to distract yourself with…” He suggested with his eyes shut. He was right, and truthfully your translations from a second language to another needed work. So you took out your laptop from in your backpack when the sign lit up enabling you to do so.

You plugged in headphones and brushed up on your Portuguese-Korean translations in an attempt to distract yourself. Food was served a couple hours later, but you left it untouched since your stomach was still flipping. Yoongi looked at you worriedly but you reassured him you had eaten earlier and wasn’t hungry.

Soon after all the members even the maknaes were full with food and sleepy, they all shortly after were asleep and your anxiety hadn’t subsided one bit. You plucked your earbuds from your ears, your raging insecurities and knowingly unreasonable thoughts flooding your head finally overwhelming you. You couldn’t handle it anymore, so you quietly and carefully snuck off to the bathroom.

There you threw up stomach bile and water. You lied to Yoongi, you hadn’t eaten anything all day… No longer being able to hold back crying, you decided to let it all out while you had the chance and quietly sobbed over the sink. Each sob wracking through the entirety of your body with powerful shudders.