"Look, my daughter is worried and you looked lost, so I'm not sure if I can let you go out like"—Seokjin releases a sigh—"this."

He tries hard to hold back his grimace and fails. Yet the smile on your face remains, which only makes him feel more guilty as he watches you, looking like a lost little dove, engulfed in a fancy wedding dress that looks like the ones painted in his daughter's storybooks.

"We need to work to find a way back to your home. Isn't that what you want?" he asks, and you eagerly nod your head. "About tonight, do you really have nowhere to stay?"

"No, I—" you begin to answer, "I don't even know where I am." Swallowing hard, you look out the window again to look far in the distance. Across the walkway that lines up starting from Seokjin's house towards the spread of white that is barely visible from this part of the neighbourhood. "That is a beach, right? And beyond is the ocean?"

Seokjin furrows his brows. "Yes, that's right."

Nodding, you give him a somber smile. "Our small house is far from the coastline. It would have taken days, maybe weeks to get to the ocean. Perhaps it would have been different if we owned a carriage," you stop with a soft chuckle before adding, "Or a horse."

Seokjin raises his brows, realising that you are sharing a little bit of details about your home and where you came from, answering his questions. Only hearing it doesn't seem to solve anything. Even knowing that you are not from anywhere near the beach shows what a slim chance it would be for you to come from somewhere close to the neighbourhood.

He doubts that you are even from the same city.

"There's a hotel nearby. It's good and clean, and not too expensive," he starts, hoping that he can avoid letting you stay here, regardless of how badly Ah-ri had wanted to let you stay just to make sure you would be safe for the night. But it only takes a moment for him to get a closer look at you and quickly notice that you have no other belongings with you aside from the clothes on your skin. "I don't suppose you have any money with you?"

"Money?" You ask as your hands reach down, nervously clutching at the skirt of your dress, "Well, uh—" A grim smile comes to your face as you continue, "You see, I was supposed to get married today, and this dress doesn't really have pockets in it. I also didn't think about taking a purse with me since I was, you know—my hand would've had to hold a bouquet of flowers when I walked down the aisle."

You suck a deep breath at the implication that your situation had involved a wedding, and Seokjin has no idea why the sound you make pierces straight deeply into his chest. Then you make it worse when you speak with an innocent, helpless voice of yours, "Anyway, you are right, Sir. I don't have anything with me. I left all my gold coins back home, since I thought I wouldn't be needing it today with the wedding ceremony and all."

Again, dread fills his chest. "Gold coins," he groans under his breath with a grimace. He closes his eyes, trying to find that sense of calmness deep inside him once again before it slips away. "All right. Breathe."

Seokjin takes a deep breath as he begins thinking, trying to decide what would be the right thing for him to do. Right at that moment, the words given to him by the Uber driver return to him, removing any doubt that he still has about letting you stay. Looking at you, he realises that the man had been right about one thing.

Seokjin may not know or understand what kind of situation you are in, and all the things that you have been saying sound too ludicrous to be true. But each time, you seem genuine. Nothing that you said and done feels like an act to make a fool out of him or filled with nefarious intent.

And he genuinely doesn't think he has it in his heart to let you go anywhere when you seem so helpless.

"I guess since it's late anyway and, well—" He grins. "My daughter might get upset if I let you be on your own when you're, um—confused." Rising to his feet, he offers you a hand to help you up and says, "We don't have a lot of guests, so we only have one guest bedroom. It's small, but I hope it'll be adequate for you to have some good rest for the night. What do you say?"

Smiling with relief, you nod and take his hand. "That would be lovely."

Seokjin feels awkward holding your hand as he guides you upstairs to the guest bedroom. Yet he is glad that he even thought about offering because you keep swaying on your feet as you walk by his side, as if your body is ready to give up anytime soon. By the time he reaches the bedroom, he almost finds it hard to let go of your hand just to be able to open the door for you.

"Here it is. Ah-ri, my daughter, loves to hang out here when I'm not home since it has a good view, so we change the sheets regularly. It's also clean, and you have easy access to the guest bathroom. It's also small, but—" He gently explains as he is showing you the room, yet you are too distracted to listen.

Your eyes are no longer on him, but you are looking out the window across the room instead, distracted by the view of the ocean that is more visible from up here. In the night, there is nothing much to see. But the lights coming from the beachside and from the resorts and venues overlooking the ocean are helping you see the rushing waves, even if it is still too far away.

With your attention on the sight before you, you gingerly takes a seat on the small daybed placed by the window, once again getting lost in the view and forgetting Seokjin's presence.

Shaking his head, Seokjin can only sigh. "Well then, I should, um—" He clears his throat, feeling even more awkward now when you barely pay attention to him, yet pleased that you are able to somehow find some peace here. "I'll let you rest. Let me check if Ari has found something for you to change into."

You still have your eyes looking out the window when Seokjin makes a move to leave the room, ready to close the door gently behind him. But before he can escape, you suddenly turn to look at him with a smile. "Thank you, kind Sir. For you and the little princess. This day has been—"

A resigned sigh escapes you. The sound once again pulls at Seokjin's heartstring that he finds himself completely speechless. But whatever anguish that you have wanes as you lift your gaze at him and smile. "You were the first people to be kind to me. Everyone I met had been—rude, dismissive, and that was before I got my tiara taken away."

Swallowing his guilt, Seokjin can only nod, feeling solemn. "Welcome to LA," he says with a bitter chuckle, while you merely tilt your head, looking even more confused that Seokjin can only exhale a deep breath. "I'll go check on your change of clothes. We can talk more in the morning, once you get some sleep."

Seokjin's heart and legs are heavy when he closes the door and walks away. He walks past Ah-ri's bedroom and walks up another flight of stairs to get to his bedroom, where his daughter is waiting for him to return. Entering the main bedroom, he finds Ah-ri setting up his clean white T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants on the bed.

"Will this be okay for the Princess, Daddy?" she asks once she notices him entering the room.

Nodding, Seokjin reaches out to ruffle the girl's hair. "Those will be fine. Thank you for getting them for me while I set our guest to her room."

Beaming at the praise that she has earned from her dad, Ah-ri begins picking up the clothes. "Then let me take them to her—"

Seokjin quickly stops her. "No, sweetheart. You can see her in the morning. I'm sure the lady—I mean, the Princess is tired, and you'll only ask her too many questions."

"But, Dad—"

"Let me take it to her while you get ready for bed."

Ah-ri pouts. "Fine. But be nice to the Princess. Okay, Daddy?"

"Okay, I promise. You sit tight. You're sleeping here tonight. You said you wanted me to read you before bed, didn't you?" Seokjin asks, and he feels guilty when Ah-ri beams at him, looking pleased with his promise without knowing that he only wants to keep her away from you. At least for the night.

You may not be suspicious in his eyes after having that last conversation, but that doesn't mean he is willing to risk his daughter's safety around a complete stranger that he is hosting in his own home.

It takes a while for Seokjin to help his daughter to get ready for bed. The girl will not stop talking, jumping from one topic to another so quickly that he can barely keep up—from complimenting your dress, regardless of how tattered it looked, and comparing it with her tutu dress, to how adorable her new pyjamas look.

She is in the middle of choosing which storybook she wants him to read by the time Seokjin finally gets the chance to slip away, carrying with him the change of clothes that he had promised you and a fresh towel for you to clean up. He makes a quick stop to the snack bar downstairs to grab a bottle of mineral water and some snacks for you.

But once he finally returns to the guest bedroom, you have already fallen asleep. Taken over by your exhaustion, no doubt, as he finds you lying asleep on the daybed where you were sitting on when he left you, watching the night view of the ocean and the beachside from afar.

Smiling to himself, he takes a moment to admire the way your dress glitter under the dim lighting before deciding that he would just let you be. With careful footsteps, he enters the room, leaving the clothes on the bed that you had taken no notice of and setting the drink and snacks on the bedside table for you to find when you wake up.

Picking up the blanket from the bed, he covers you with it and gently draws the curtains close, fearing that the sunlight will burn you in the morning. He steps away once he is done, closing the door behind him gently as he walks away, letting you drift off to wherever your dream may take you.