For international ARMYs

Being the honorary 8th member of BTS still felt surreal sometimes—between world tours, comeback schedules, and award show speeches, you’d grown with the group in more ways than one. But nothing made your heart flutter like this moment: flying home to [Your Country] with the seven people who’d become your second family.

After months of non-stop promotions, you mentioned wanting to visit your hometown for a break—and just like that, the boys made it a group plan. “Let’s all go,” Taehyung said casually one night. The next morning, the flights were booked. You should’ve known better than to expect anything less.

Now here you were, 35,000 feet in the air, somewhere over the ocean, in first class surrounded by seven very curious (and very chaotic) men.

Namjoon sat across the aisle with a book while Seokjin was two rows back chatting with the flight attendants. Hoseok had his phone out, recording a vlog about the "international cultural exchange" that was about to go down.

Jimin leaned on your shoulder with a soft smile, half-asleep but still managing to compliment your choice of pajamas. Taehyung sat beside him, scrolling through aesthetic locations he wanted to visit and nudging you every five seconds with “Is this close to your house? What about this one?”

Jungkook had earbuds in and was sketching something in his notebook. Every so often, he’d glance up and grin at you like he had a secret.

“You think your friends back home will recognize us?” Yoongi asked dryly from beside you, not looking up from his sudoku app. “Or do we need disguises again?”