Lorraine's heels clicked the floor in perfect tuts as she legged through the deserted corridor, her skin prickling hot because she knew he was analysing her body from behind with that drowning gaze of his.

She turned around to look at him, eyes sultry and heavy from the alcohol as she opened the door of the last gate of the corridor with her key card in one swift swipe.

It was something addicting in the way he caught her lips. Jimin's lips tasted of champagne and Lorraine's grazed her tongue ever so lightly to savour it, her nails digging into his nape as he held her firmly against himself, pushing her on the wall and increasing the pace of his lips.

Lorraine's reflex was instant when she gripped his shoulders and switched the positions, making Jimin lean against the wall. This was the thing about Lorraine, one of the first things that caught Jimin's eyes, while most women wanted Jimin to take them against the wall, dominate them till they were screaming his name, Lorraine took matter in her own hands. He wasn't surprised with it the first time they slept together, taking control sounded very Lorraine-ish.

Still, he couldn't exactly point her as a control freak because she loved giving control to Jimin as much as she loved stealing it from him.

There it was, the radiation of something darker, merging with their brewing lust so perfectly, it was hard to disguise. But it was there. Lorraine could feel it.

She furrowed her eyebrows, their lips detaching as Jimin's plush lips grazed on her neck, sucking red marks on her golden skin as his hips pressed against hers in desperation.

It was fast. Too fast to contemplate rational thoughts. Desperate hands clutching onto each other clothes to tear the restraints apart, lips chasing in the dark and bodies rolling perfectly. Greedily gulping down each other's moans and gasps.

Skins colliding, Jimin picked Lorraine up as she wrapped her legs around his waist, biting and sucking at the clammy skin of his neck as he pressed her on the wall instead.

"Fuck." She muttered, not getting enough of him. He grabbed her by her neck to pull her into another indulging kiss, their  clothes crippled, hair messy and skin hot and clammy by now.

It was when Jimin's hand went under her dress and almost grazed her panties is when the dark crippling feeling that was brewing up in her tore itself apart from lust, making an overwhelming rush of fear crash through her.

"Stop." She breathed out of a sudden. "Put me down."

Jimin halted his actions and quickly removed his hands from her and quickly put her down. She had problem balancing herself on her own legs but she somehow managed. Tears brew up in the corner of her eyes, her heart thrumming heftily against her chest, thankful Jimin couldn't see them in the dark.

But he surely could sense it.

"Lorraine, is something wrong?" He asked, perplexed. His hand went to stroke her cheekbones and that's when he felt the tears.

He furrowed his eyebrows, not understanding what suddenly happened to make Lorraine cry. It was the first time he was seeing her such a mess. She was always so gathered up.

Lorraine shook her head, lightly pushing at his chest to move him away from her. It was now that she realised she was feeling more, and it wasn't good. It was ripping out something twisted from within her. More twisted than her exterior, it could damage her in the process.

"I..." She whimpered, her mind buzzing and body burning white hot. She needed to cut Jimin off, for her own good. This wasn't her. These feelings weren't her and they were fucking up her brain.

To put it simply. She was scared. Of Jimin? Of something else? She didn't know.

"I can't do this...I need to go."

With that, she was stumbling out of the room, ignoring Jimin's calls from behind.

It was happening again. And she didn't want to drag Jimin into this fucked up mess she created by herself. What Jimin was making her feel was unbearable, and maybe it was because she was drunk and her emotions were heightened that she freaked out.

She was still freaking out, a wave of nausea hitting her when she entered the crowd of dancing people, suffocating and overwhelming. Her hands were shaking, and she could harm herself to stop the fear that was tearing her from within to just unleash.

If anything the loud music made it all worse, her breathing escalated when she found no one she knew, gulping and wiping the a tear with her shaking hand.

She clutched at her damp hair to prevent a scream her throat was begging to make. She didn't know where the hell she was walking but midway through the crowd, she bumped into Matt who was wasted and spread his arms for a hug as he saw her.

"'ey! Raine!"

She just pushed his arms and made a disgusted face, not bothering how he will react.

"I'm not in the mood Matt!"

She walked past him and picked up a bottle of whiskey from the bar counter. She turned around to walk towards the restroom, drinking the whiskey down.

She entered a washroom and that's when the bottle fell from her hand, breaking down into a million chunks with a loud crash but she couldn't bring herself to care. Not when she was having a panic attack.

She fell against the wall, burying her head into her knees and hugging herself as flashbacks invaded her mind.

Scratching her cheeks, hitting her head on the wall. She was trapped in a prison and she couldn't find a way out.

She pushed her wild hair back, the restroom spinning around her and some sort of vaccume pressing against her ears.

Think of something good, Lorraine.

The first thing that came into her mind was Hollywood. Hollywood - Los Angeles - home.

She needed to home.

Another flashback of a very young and chubby Ana hugging the life out of her invaded her mind. Ana was leaving. That was her last hug. Or so had she thought, at least.

She must call Ana, but she didn't have her phone. Cursing that she left it in the room Jimin and her were making out.

Jimin is dangerous.

"Stop." She almost begged to her own mind to stop the train of thoughts.

The door of the restroom opened to reveal a very worried Ana looking down at her.

"Raine, what the fuck?!"

Ana rushed towards her, sinking on her knees to face Lorraine.

"Raine, what happened? Jimin was searching for you." Ana's voice was panicked.

"I-I wanna go home– I–"

Ana hugged Raine, stroking her hair and not asking anything further.

"We're going home, calm down."

*****

This is what Lorraine was afraid of. It would be easy for Jimin. Hell it would be easy for anyone in the planet except for her. She couldn't let those sorts of emotions in.

She was toxic too.

Because even when she knew she couldn't see Jimin to avoid that kind of break down to happen again, she will. Again, and again. Maybe till the point she'd die by only having mental break downs.

She was feeling exposed now because Jimin had seen a bad part of her. She wasn't really in a headspace to care about what Jimin was thinking of her right now. She didn't have the energy to.

So when they reached the hotel, she just went to her room and fell into a dreamless slumber.

*****

Ana laid in the bed of her hotel room, thinking hard and not being able to sleep after tonight's events. She knew what happened, it happened after so many years that Lorraine was entirely disturbed.

But Jimin needed to know what was happening. He had the right to know after being the soul reason of it, she couldn't let him be in the dark and think of a million possibilities of Lorraine's panic attack. One of which would be blaming himself.

With that, she got up from the bed, deciding to talk to Jimin. She didn't know if he was asleep or not but after tonight, perhaps he was seeking for answers in Lorraine's every gesture.

She moved out of her room to walk towards Jimin's room which was a couple rooms next to her. She ranged the doorbell and it didn't take much time for him to open the gate. His eyes widened when he saw her, not expecting her at this hour.

"Uh...Ana, how come you're here?"

"Can we talk?"

They ended up in Jimin's balcony with a bottle of beer in both of their hands to keep themselves war.

Into the silence, Jimin's mind started to wander back when Lorraine just...ran out. A pang of hurt shot through his chest, perhaps he went too far. She looked terrified.

Shrugging off his thoughts, he finally turned towards Ana.

"So, you wanted to talk about what?"

Ana sighed. "I mean it's obvious but...did you and her hook up?"

Jimin stuttered at that question, his eyes frantically looking elsewhere before he spoke.

"I-I mean, didn't know it was such a big deal–"

"It's isn't. It really isn't."

"Then why did she– she just freaked out and I don't know what I did to make her like that."

Ana stayed silent for a moment, looking down at her hand that was clutching the best bottle. Lorraine was going to kill her for this but she had to. She cared.

"Jimin, Lorraine is... difficult. Making out in front of the camera, not a problem. Casual hook-ups, freak in the sheets, sure. Emotions... bad idea."

If anything, Ana confused Jimin even more than he already was and she noticed it.

"She's twisted, Jimin. She might be feeling something towards you that she freaked out. It's confusing, I know. Just don't blame yourself for what happened."

"But why? Why would she freak out so much? What happened to her? I didn't–"

"It's not my story to tell. She's the one to tell you her story."

Jimin laughed sarcastically at that.

"She'd never tell me."

"She will... eventually. Let her sort her feelings, she'll open up to you." Ana pressed her lips into a thin line, keeping the beer bottle on the coffee table and patting Jimin's shoulder reassuringly.

"Take care, Jimin."

Jimin nodded curtly before she left.

He didn't understand shit about anything. Got it, Lorraine freaked out. He didn't know where the fuck this was all leading to. He had never tried to dig what him and Lorraine were doing. But now, he felt the need to know Lorraine more.