Mallory sighed and cracked her neck as she sat back to go over her work. She was writing the BTS review article for their blog, and was nearly finished. Zhen had been surprisingly quiet about the event, and hadn’t asked Mallory about her ankle since they’d been at the gate. “Why are you so quiet?” Zhen shrugged. “Penny for your thoughts?”

Zhen’s jaw tightened before she sighed and turned to her friend. “I’m being assigned to a new family.” Mallory looked surprised, or as surprised as she could possibly look with her mellow expression. It was no more than a simple eyebrow raise. “I guess the Chi were inadequate. I’m moving in with a new family when we get back from the shoot.”

“Wow,” Mallory breathed, shaking her head. “I mean, you’d think they’d give you a break. You’ve moved around so much lately, I’m getting confused on which house I’m supposed to go to.” Zhen laughed, but it was a half hearted attempt. “Well, when you move in, you need to make sure they understand that you have a busy schedule. Remember that one family that was convinced you needed to stay inside and practice learning the didgeridoo?”

Zhen laughed again, and this time it was more heartfelt. “Are you writing the article?” She asked, leaning and looking over Mallory’s shoulder. “You know, you should use the bow sequence picture I saved on your laptop last night. Jungkook and I really liked that one.”

Mallory leaned forward and opened the gallery, pulling up the picture and nodding. “It’s a well captured scene. The light, their angling, it’s perfect.” Zhen smiled triumphantly and sat back in her chair. “But man did those kids have some weird names. J-Hope? Sugar? Oh, or my personal favorite, Rap Monster?” She laughed. “Stage names are the epitome of life. Yes. All the false in the world, and these boys can’t even be known by their real names. Pathetic.” She said, shaking her head.

“You judge them too harshly.” Zhen said, for the second time since they’d gotten onto the plane. “You know, they were so nice. The entire time they were trying to make sure we were entertained, and it seemed like they had fun doing so. You should write about that, about how kind hearted and hospitable they were.”

Mallory shook her head and laughed. “You are far too nice. One of them could run you over with a car and laugh in your face, and you would say it was your fault for being out in the street to begin with. It’ll be the death of you, kid.”

Zhen crossed her arms over her chest, upset with her opinion. “One day, all this bad karma is going to catch up to you, you know. You’ll regret being so judgemental to these people one day.”

Mallory laughed. “Maybe, but until that day comes, I’m going to shrew it up and be a jerk to anything that moves.” She pointed to the screen. “Check out what I have so far. ‘The now famed boy group titled Bangtan Boys, or BTS, recently invited the members of the Underground Communique to their concert in Seoul Korea. Though the group shows promise, effort and interest in their profession, a few things were out of place. It is clear the group has little to no ability when it comes to dancing, tricking and singing at the same time. If band member Suga were being truthful in his lyrics for “Boy in Luv” when he claims “Endurance, I got ‘em,” it was not evident in how often the singer’s voice cut out and was drowned out by the back ground music.’” She turned and grinned at Zhen. “Man am I getting good at this. First few lines, and I already slammed one of them.”

Zhen rolled her eyes. “You were always good at it.” She moved so she could lay her head against the chair. “Cut them some slack Mallory. They’re doing a lot up there. You can’t expect them to be able to trick, dance and sing all at the same time.”

“They have practiced, have they not? It should be second nature. If you’re going to be in a profession, do so correctly. I’m a slam writer. I’ll slam on all things wrong. Am I doing that wrong?” Zhen shook her head. “You’re a photographer. Have I ever seen you without a camera? Aside from at work.” Zhen shook her head. “So why should I cut them slack when their job is to sing and dance at the same time, Zhen?” She pointed to her head again. “Critical thoughts, babe. I’m not in the wrong.”

Zhen laughed and stood from her chair. “Someone’s going to kill you one of these days.”

“There’s a reason I wear a mask.”

Suga was listening to the music he’d saved on his phone when a notification pinged and his attention was immediately on his phone. He’d received an alert that the Underground Communique had posted the article about the band. Without a second’s hesitation, he opened the article link and quickly read through it, frowning for most of the article.

When he’d finished, he elbowed Rap Monster’s arm. The two had snagged the chairs on the left side of the plane together, for this exact reason. “Hey, they posted the article.” He said, turning to face Rapmon, who pulled his headphones from his ears and, staring concerningly at the phone, reached to take it from Suga. “It isn’t exactly good.”

Rapmon’s eyes skimmed the article. “Well, she slammed you in the first paragraph.” Suga nodded as Rapmon continued to read. “It’s not entirely bad.” He said, and Suga made a face before he leaned across the aisle. Jimin and Jungkook sat on the right side of the plane directly beside Rapmon and Suga. Rapmon nudged Jungkook, who turned to face him. “The articles up.” He commenced reading it to him. As he did so, Jin and J-Hope poked their heads over the seats and listened. “It should seem that the band has plenty of ways to keep the audience hooked. One might expect the youngest of the group, Jungkook, to act childish and cute, but it seems that V, the red headed creature whose voice is deeper than expected, is the first to show his charming face, which might make one double over to vomit.” Rapmon shook his head.

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