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I thought this man was a martial art combat trained guy. I thought he was ruthless and cold. But, he was really none of that as he stood in the room, looking small and awkward as he wouldn't look at me. It was kind of weird to experience. Did I break something in the story? Is this like a game lag?

"Hello? Earth to Taehyung?" I called as he stood stone still. Upon hearing my call, he turned to me, a deep set scowl on his face. I was relieved I hadn't broken him. "I just came here to tell you that Namjoon wants you to drive the helicopter tomorrow." He began, his voice coming out in a venomous tone. "If you don't want the clothes, I'll return them." He continued, glaring daggers into me, "Don't ever – ever, undermine my authority like that again." He pointed a slender finger my way, his teeth gritting with each word he uttered.

"I won't hesitate to shoot dead you if you do."

My eyes widened at the statement. I thought he would all of the sudden either become a simp or shoot me dead, but apparently not. He had practically given me a 'three strikes and you're out' schedule. Did that mean he liked me a little bit? I was kind of getting mixed signals.

Without saying anything else or letting me speak, he had walked to the large pink door of the room, his stance looking nothing more than tense as he took each step.

Annoyed at his mixed signals, I threw a bunch of clothes from the bed at him. "Don't forget the clothes while you're at it!" I called out, however the clothes only managed to hit the door frame as he walked out of it.

I slumped down unto the bed and on top of the clothes. Y/N had had it easy in the original story. She had had Taehyung head over heels for her – despite the fact he still had a misogynistic attitude - in two days. I had been here for longer than that and he was giving me mixed signals, yet still wanting me dead. Throwing my arm over my head, I wondered, how was I going to get this guy to like me so I could complete the book? I didn't even think I wanted to be with him anymore. I was beginning to hate him.

"Everybody in!" Jin called as the newly armed members loaded into the helicopter. That I was going to be flying. You can only imagine how this was going to go. Jungkook was the first to jump in, overly enthusiastic about flying in the helicopter with the boys for the first time, and the others followed with a less enthusiastic attitude; Jimin getting in a with groan and mutter about how he was sure I couldn't actually fly and was going to crash.

If only he knew.

Jin had gotten everybody buckled in – including Taehyung, who looked just as cold and scowling as usual. I kind of wanted to crash so I could get rid of the annoying little insect (Taehyung). I was going to anyway, no doubt, since I obviously couldn't fly a helicopter to save my life. I smirked, thinking about how he would be screaming in the back, begging me to pull up so he didn't die like a little wimp. He wouldn't be so cold and scary then.

But then I would have to die again, and that was a downside.

Sitting in the pilot seat, I breathed in, trying not to panic as I got ready to fly the large vehicle. Being there was giving me PTSD as I could already see myself sending the helicopter into Taehyung's mansion again. This time with Taehyung inside. Wow, how ironic.

"I can't believe we're doing this again." I heard a mutter from beside me. I turned to find the familiar mint haired man standing beside me, the same scowl stuck on his face as he made his way into the co-pilot seat. "Look, why don't you just take the wheel.... cyclic thing." I suggested anxiously, looking around at the weird knobs and buttons and already feeling overwhelmed.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "How many times do I have to tell you, I can't fix the scene-"

"Unless I was originally in it, I know." I groaned, flopping back in the seat.

I turned around in the seat to see all the members of the mafia, all frozen still in the back seat. Jin looked like he had been trying to yell at Jungkook, Namjoon was sitting far away from Taehyung doing his own thing, Hoseok was shuffling cards, Jimin was asleep and Taehyung was just glaring into the cockpit as if he knew shit was about to go down.

And it was.

Yoongi grabbed the side of my face lightly, turning it to face the windscreen. "Don't look at them. Focus on what you're doing." He instructed as he leaned forward in his chair to inspect the controls. Disorientated, I looked up into his face. It was so soft and round and cute, yet so strong and handsome. He had a serious look on his face, his jaw clenched and his eyebrows drawn together as looked at the controls, using one of his hands to brush the toothpaste coloured hair out of his face. He looked so hot I could have had him arrested.

I'd never seen any real member of the BTS face to face before, but if this Wal-Mart-Yoongi's looks were to say anything about them in real life, I don't think I'd want to see them face to face.

Because I'd faint.

Min Yoongi – the co-writer was a pain to deal with but damn was he a sight for sore eyes. Something about him just wanted to make me embrace him.

"Oh gosh Yoongi, I could just kiss you right now." I blurted, before covering my mouth in shock upon the realisation of what I was saying.

"And I don't want to kiss you right now. Focus on piloting." Came the curt reply from Yoongi, who on the other hand, was surprisingly calm at my confession. He neither looked disgusted nor displeased. He just seemed to be too busy focusing on the job at hand.

He directed me through all the controls once again, even though we both knew that I was going to crash, and that's when I realised his ears were red at the tips and his cheeks showed the same tomato colour. So he wasn't totally emotionless to my confession. I hummed to myself in triumph. The Y/n effect was still going strong.

Soon enough the helicopter was in the air, just as it was previously. Before I crashed it. "Ok, can I phase out now?" Yoongi asked, sitting back in his seat. I gave a pout. "Could you stay?"

Yoongi looked at me with a quizzical expression. "You want me to stay?"

"Yeah." I beamed, "I need your help to fly the helicopter."

Surely he wouldn't be able to turn down my puppy eyes and pout!

"Then no." Yoongi dismissed, totally ignoring my puppy eyes.

Feeling a little hurt, yet wanting revenge, I smiled. "Ok, I'll just crash then."

And I sent the helicopter rushing downwards into the ground as it all went black.

When I awoke, I was still in the helicopter, however, this time, it was landed somewhere outside another excessively beautiful mansion, safe on the ground.

"I. Hate. Your. Guts." Yoongi breathed beside me, his face contorted into the very common scowl as he sat back in the chair with his arms crossed. "Im sure you do, but hey, you helped me." I smiled, and the man beside me shook his head.

"I'm leaving." He curtly said before I watched his body form into small green numbers before disappearing into the air. Giggling to myself as I watched him go, I turned to my now un-frozen passengers. "How was the ride?" I asked, smiling at each one of them as if I hadn't just crashed the helicopter– on purpose.

Everyone seemed to be in good nick as if the helicopter had never crashed.

"It sucked!" Jimin groaned, as he was flopped boredly on his chair, having Jungkook argue with him that it was a cool experience.

I ignored the two, and the other passengers, finding myself confused by the expression one of the members was wearing – Taehyung.

He was grasping unto his seat, digging his nails in as if he were up on some wild roller coaster. His breathing was uneven as he panted, his face covered in a sheen of sweat as he stared with wide eyes at the ground. I was confused as to why the man – who had previously been acting like a moody teen, was now almost paralysed in fear in his chair, ignoring the chaos of the other members around him.

And then he looked up, his eyes catching mine from across the vehicle, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

Before I could ask what was wrong, he gasped.

"Y-you crashed the helicopter." He stuttered as he blinked rapidly, his face blanching. "There was a man in there with you."

What.

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