𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐌- bts eight member

｡.☆.*｡sweet night ｡.☆.*｡

（ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)つ━━✫・*。

We stand up, gathering our belongings before being escorted out of the building and into the private plane. We used to travel by normal plane, but after the numerous encounters with 'sasaengs' we collectively decided with the team that it'd be best if we traveled privately now.

We're going to the US, which means that the flight is going to be just over 13 hours. How lovely.

I've came prepared: my Airpods are in my pocket, I've chosen a book for if I get bored, and if I'm even more bored I'll watch a movie. Mean Girls is looking appetizing right now.

I climb up the stairs of the plane, following Yoongi. Someone pushes at my butt, causing me to stumble forwards on the steps. I frown and turn around to view the assaulter. Jimin.

"Yah, Ahreum-ah you can dance all those silly Tik-Tok routines in 15 seconds but can't even walk up the stairs at a normal pace. You're too slow!" He playfully jokes around and I mimic the action of kicking him between his legs. His eyes open wide, and he bows in apology to me.

That's right, I'm Queen Ahreum.

I finally reach the plane, and I rush forward to find my seat. Hoseok and Jungkook are already seated, Yoongi getting comfortable in his chair. I usually sit next to Taehyung on plane journeys since we both find it hard to sleep, so I climb onto the seat next to the window, allowing him to rest on the chair next to mine. While waiting for him, I recline my chair to the perfect position, providing me with immense comfort. Soon he joins me, and after making himself at home he lifts the divider, allowing us to snuggle against each other. He brings out a blanket and covers our bodies with it.

"Do you want to eat anything?" Taehyung asks me, and I shake my head. I don't like airplane food. He decides to order basically the whole menu, and I can't stop laughing at him. "What?" He's chuckling at himself too. "My grandma used to love whenever I got chubby. And since we've been at the dance studio everyday for the comeback, I think I deserve a treat."

"You do you, my big baby." I say to him as I cuddle into his side, and he scoffs. "If anything, you're my baby. Look at how you're hugging me." Taehyung grins, and puts his arm around me. His comfort is not a joke, and I find myself squeezing my arms around his tiny waist in an attempt to get even closer to his body. He simply chuckles and pushes his Airpods into his ears, signifying he's probably going to spend most the trip with his eyes closed and his mind encompassed with melodic tunes.

I'm bored, so I dig into my pocket to also retrieve my Airpods. I sync them to my phone and I'm about to play my playlist when Tae notices, and grabs my phone to stop me from listening to my music. "Give it back." I whine as I attempt to steal my phone back, but he suggests an idea. "Let's sync your Airpods to my phone so you can also listen to my music."

It seems like a cool idea, but i'm not sure how realistic it is. "Aren't you listening to your music though? Both our Airpods can't be connected to the same device." I reply, and he smirks at me. "Reum-ah, you're an embarrassment to all of Gen Z. You're younger than me, yet I'm more advanced in tech than you. Take the L." He laughs and begins to fiddle with his phone and my Airpods. When Tae hands them back to me I'm met with shock, as he's actually managed to sync both our Airpods to his phone.

"You're magic." I gasp in amazement and he smirks, taking in the compliment. "I've always told everyone this and you all just said I was weird." I wave his accusation off and place my Airpods into my ears.

Before Tae can play his music, Namjoon approaches us in our seats with panic evident on his face. "Have you seen my Airpods?" He questions us, his eyebrows wrinkled with worry and we shake our heads. I can't count on my fingers the numerous times he's lost his Airpods, he's that irresponsible. "Hang on, are you wearing my Airpods?" He has the audacity to ask, and I laugh at his distress.