Wings

RM POV: “Hey, we need to go. Now!” I shout as I see the car pull up. The car is picking us up and taking us to the airport to get on an airplane to fly to our short, 3 week U.S. tour for our “Youth” album. “Aish, Hyung. I know! I’m coming!” Jimin shouts. We all run to the car, trying to avoid all of the cameras and attention our amazing ARMYs are giving us. We make it to the car and enter.

V looks so nervous about something and I wish I knew what it was that has hurt him... “V?” I ask and he looks at me, “Yeah?” “I was just wondering if you are okay?” I ask him. He replies, “Yeah. I’m fine.” I don’t trust it when V says those words: “I’m fine.” I look at him suspiciously. He has a fake smile on his face. Ooo dat boi. I hate it when I can’t help because he won’t cooperate.

I can also see that Jungkook hasn’t been feeling very good lately either... I wonder if someone did something to them that they’re not telling us about? We arrive at the airport and J-Hope tries to put his hand on Jungkook’s forehead, but Kookie flinches away quickly. Then J-Hope asks, “What’s wrong, Kookie?” “Nothing, Hyung! Just leave me alone, please?!” He answers really rudely. “Okay, geez.” J-Hope replies.

Jungkook and Tae are sweating really bad and Tae has a tear in his eye. Jimin gives Jungkook a hug and Kookie shoves Jimin off quickly then says, “No! You can’t touch me!” We all look at V and Jungkook. They’re acting very strange. “Why not?” Jimin asks. “Jimin... Just leave them alone please. They’re probably getting sick.” Suga says. “Fine.” Jimin says, then looks nauseous. “Ugh,” He says, “I- I don’t feel too well all of a sudden.” Jungkook gives V a really worried look and V shoots one back.

“C’mon, Jimin.” Suga says, helping Jimin walk a little while before he starts looking a bit sick too, but he tries to fight it. We finally get on the airplane and half of the band is looking really ill. “Hyung.” I whisper to Jin and he looks at me. I continue, “What’s wrong with them, do you think?” He shrugs his shoulders.

J-Hope is looking out of the window, his expression sad, almost as if he is about to cry. “My back hurts, Rap Mon.” Jimin says from behind me. “We’ll get it checked out at the hospital in America, okay? Right as soon as the plane lands.” He nods, keeping his eyes closed tight and keeping his teeth tight together, also starting a little sweat. “Does your back hurt too, V, Jungkook, and Suga?” Jin asks, they all nod. Suga points to his shoulder blades on his back then says, “Right there. It feels like someone burned me with fire.”

Jin looks at me suspiciously and says, “Pull your shirt off your back so I can check it out.” He turns his back to Jin, pulls his shirt off of his back, and shows him. Jin says, “Um... RM... You might wanna check this out.” I turn around, looking over my seat and I’m devastated at the sight of Suga’s back. It looks like a large animal scratched his back with its sharp claw deeply. There is blood running down his back.

“You’re right, Suga,” I say, “It looks burned, badly.” Jin reaches out his hand to feel it and V quickly says, “Don’t!” Jin jumps and asks, “Why not?” “Because, okay? Just don’t.” Jungkook answers for V. “Okay.” Jin says, putting his hands up. He turns back around and sits down. I do the same. Hobi sighs and continues looking out of the window.

It’s just so real. I’m completely lost in my thoughts as some girl next to me asks me, “Are you okay?” I smile at her and say, “Yeah, I’m good. Thank you for your concern.” She’s a sweet girl. “No problem.” She says. I smile at her and look up, leaning my head against the seat.

“So, you’re RM, right?” She asks and I look at her with wide eyes then whisper, “Shit” to myself, then say, “Y- Yeah. I’m Kim Namjoon. Please call me by my real name.” She replies, “Okay, Namjoon, my name is Y/N.” “Y/N?” I ask. She nods and I say, “I like that name, it’s cute.” “Thanks.” She says, blushing.

It’s quiet for like 5 minutes and she asks me, “What’s wrong with them? They don’t look so good. And Hobi looks sad.” I shrug my shoulders, “Their backs hurt. And Jungkook yelled at J-Hope.” “Ah... Okay... I hope they feel better.” She says.

“So are you going to the BTS Youth Tour?” I ask. “Yep.” She answers, grinning. OML she is beautiful. I smile and say, “What do you think about this then?” I reach in my pocket and pull out my phone and open up my contacts. “May I have your number?” I ask. She smiles, gladly, and says, calmly, “Yeah, sure.” She types around and hands me my phone a few seconds later. “So, you like BTS?” She nods. I pull a backstage pass attached to a string out of my pocket and hand it to her.

“Oh my gosh!” She says. “You like it?” I ask her. “Holy Crap! Yes! I love it! Thank you sooooo much!” She answers, excitedly. I respond, “Hey, it’s no problem.” She smiles at me and looks down at it to read it.

I put my head back and close my eyes. I feel someone’s head banging against my seat repeatedly. “Jimin?” I ask sitting up. “It hurts too much, Hyung.” “Shhhh,” Jin says, patting his head, “It’s okay, Jimin. We’re taking you to the hospital as soon as we’re off of the plane.” He sits back down and sighs deeply.

“Shit. I don’t feel well at all, Namjoon.” Jin Hyung says. “Damn it, Jin. You patted Jimin’s head.” “What’s so bad about that?” He asks me. I reply, “Have you not noticed? When we touch other members, it’s contagious. We’ll feel like them, okay? Now you’ll know how they feel.” He replies, “Oh shit... you’re right.”