Namjoon

Normally they took private planes. It was quicker, easier and to be quite honest less scary. They could sleep, they didn't have to worry that somebody in first-class would sneak a picture of them drooling asleep and it ending up all over Tumblr the next day. But the storm combined with such a long flight had made it impossible to charter a small private plane and so they had gotten on the first flight out of London to Seoul. Bodyguards and team around them in first class, thankfully everybody on the plane had been so tired that soon most people were passed out. There had been some smiley questions about whether Namjoon had his passport and after a panicky few moments in which he had checked all pockets in his jacket twice, he had found it in his jeans. Good. While the members had dozed off one after another he could see Jimin and Jungkook looking over to him from time to time. They were sharing a row in the middle aisle, always staying close to each other. It seemed as if JK couldn't help but study every movement in Jimin's face and in return Jimin seemed to be only really calm and happy when at least somehow one of his limbs was on top of one of Kookies. They knew. They all knew. But tried to not talk about it too much to not make it too awkward. Or pressure them. Still, sometimes Namjoon was just jealous. They always had each other, whether they realized what exactly was going on or not.

He had slept for six hours of the eight they had been in the air already, which afterwards almost felt like waking up from a coma. It was still quiet on the plane, but the sun had risen and Namjoon decided to take a shower. Having showers on planes seemed ridiculous to him, but he needed to move, his body was in pain from all that sitting, first at the airport, then on the plane. This way he wouldn't wake anyone up. When he returned, however, Jin who had slept in the seat next to him, was awake now as well. Jins two different sides had always fascinated him. There was the loud Jin who always had to tell everyone that he was beautiful, who sometimes didn't seem to have a care in the world and who danced and laughed with everyone. And then there was this Jin. The quiet guy who cared so much for the other BTS members that Namjoon sometimes almost felt bad. Because it was like Jim had basically kept them from starving when they had still all lived in that tiny apartment without any money at the beginning of their career. He had been surrounded by teenagers for most of his early 20s. And even now it seemed that sometimes, no matter how close they were to him at the time, the younger boys flocked to Jin for advice. They came to him as well, yes and Namjoon tried his best to help, but Jin was much more practical and hands-on and that was what sometimes was simply needed. "Are you thinking about how much you love me or why are you staring at me like that?" Namjoon blinked a couple of times, he had not even realized he had actually been staring at Jin the whole time, even though Jin was awake and looking back at him. "Man, sorry, I'm still half asleep. But yeah, really love you!" The sudden words of appreciation seemed to amuse Jin, especially because Namjoon wasn't known to say them a lot. "She really got into your head, hm?" He said it quietly and calmy. Maybe so not all of the staff in the rows behind them would hear. There was no teasing detectable in his words, just a statement combined with a look as if Jin genuinely was happy for him. Namjoon shrugged his shoulders and then nodded. "I guess so." They were quiet for a moment. Only after a while, Jin started speaking again. "Don't get your heart broken, Joonie...She is really nice and I can see why you like each other. But New York is far away. Distance can break hearts as well." "I don't even feel like I know her enough to decide whether it is worth the risk..." "Well, maybe you should change that then." Silence, and then Namjoon started chuckling. "How is it you are giving me that advice - thank you by the way - but are the one who is texting Lauren?" Jin winked at him and leaned back in his seat, stretching a little. "Not the same. Just... really not the same." Namjoon looked out the window for a while, when Jin cleared his throat. "By the way. Do you know which birthday is coming up next month?" Namjoon turned around, a bit puzzled what he wanted from him. "Uhm... mine?" "Yes, who else?" "JK?" "Also true... no but do you know whose birthday is two days after yours?" He thought for a second. "No?" Jin sighed. "Olivia's" Namjoons eyes widened. Shit. Why did he not know that? And why did Jin? "I talked to Lauren and even though half of the time I think we have no idea what the other one is saying... she realized that your birthdays are two days apart. And since she is just as concerned that you guys will hurt each other - even though probably not on purpose - she told me to tell you. Which just shows again how great she is. She knows you are a fucking genius that sometimes has the real-life abilities of a four-year-old. Just the fact that you broke that seat belt five seconds after sitting down shows it again..." "Jesssuss, okay, okay I get it. I won't forget her birthday, no reason to make me feel like I am the worst?" They were both laughing. "But this is what I mean. You need to get to properly know each other, Joonie. And then you will maybe just... know what to do. Or maybe not. But at least you will know whether it is worth a shot or something." "I vote it is worth a shot." Jimin's voice was suddenly heard from the middle aisle and by the way Jungkooks lips were twitching into a bunny smile even though his eyes were still closed Namjoon could tell he was awake as well. "Okay, all in favour?" Jin asked laughing, totally contradicting what he had proposed seconds before. Tae, one row ahead of them, slowly moved up his arm. The rest seemed to be asleep, but it was funny enough to cheer Namjoon up a little.

At home, he cursed himself for not cleaning his room properly before he had left. The cleaning lady had been here and had folded all the laundry he had scattered over the floor when hastily packing last minute, that always made him feel bad, but his room was usually a mess, so she was unfortunately used to it. It was quiet. Even though he could hear the others moving their luggage back into the apartment, being home felt weird all of a sudden.