BTS Sickfics

Yoongi Gets Stabbed

!! WARNING: Strong Language !!

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Yoongi's POV -

We stand in the airport, looking around at the quiet hall. I can honestly say I've never seen an airport this quiet before. See, the British know how to do things properly. Our private plane was directed to a quieter lobby, and all fans that wanted to see us have been kept outside, away from our cars. Although I love meeting ARMY, and airport meetings can be especially amusing, they're not my favourite. It was a long flight, and most of us have slept and look rather grotty. I prefer those pictures to not be taken, to be honest. I hate running through crowds after having been sat down for 10 hours, too.

We make our way through the airport departures in our own time, not having to be rushed by security. It looks like any other airport, with different languages plastered against the walls, but the funny British terminal callings makes everything feel so posh.

Unpopular opinion: I prefer the UK to America. The thought of people being able to carry around a firearm wherever they go makes me extremely nervous. The amount of celebrities that have been shot in America worries me to no extent. It ruins it, in that I'm too afraid to go out and explore the cities we go to. None of the other boys agree with me. They love America. If we all had to leave Korea for good, I'm sure they would all make their way to LA, or Florida. I, personally, would go somewhere in Europe, or maybe Australia.

I feel someone grip my shoulder. I turn, and face Taehyung, who's looking around like he's somewhere magical. "Hyung, it's so quiet!" He talks in a whisper.

I nod my head. "No fans. Just other travelers. Feels weird, doesn't it? Doesn't feel like an airport without fans greeting us."

He nods too. We step outside the door. This time, we get to stop and take in our surroundings, as security aren't hounding us into the car, away from danger. It's sad I have to refer to fans as dangerous, but numerous times I've been hit whilst just trying to get to the cars.

The weather is cool, but sunny. The breeze makes me shiver a little, so I wrap my jacket closer around my shoulders, taking in the blue, but cloudy, sky. People walk towards the carpark in shorts and vests, clearly enjoying what is obviously a very hot British day. My watch shows that it's 26 degrees, which is a mildly warm day back in Seoul. I could get used to this kind of summer.

We make our way to the cars. Two members get into two cars, and three into the last. I end up sitting between Taehyung and Hoseok, who chatter amiably together, discussing the things they want to go see while in London.

"I personally want to go to Camden Market, hyung," Taehyung says. "Or, the Natural History museum in Oxford."

"Oxford isn't that close to here, Taehyungie. You'd need a free day to go up there, and we don't have one of those."

Taehyung pouts, and pulls his mask over his nose. "There's plenty of other museums I can see, though."

Hoseok shrugs. "If you want."

"I just want to chill in the hotel room and wait for the concerts," I say, sliding down my seat and shutting my eyes. If Hoseok dares be travel sick during this trip to the hotel I will officially lose my mind.

Hoseok gives me a soft tut. "Don't be lazy, hyung!" Surely, there's something here you want to go and see? Restaurants? Pubs? Shops?"

I look over at him. "Those are things you like. I just like to focus on my work. It's how I relax between performances."

"But you get all stressy when you try to produce in different countries," Taehyung says.

"Yes, but that's part of the fun. I love having songs that were written in different places. They bring back good memories."