Fucking idiot, bastard, fucking-

"Oomph!"

Being so angry, I didn't realise I bumped hard into someone.

Soft hands gripped my arms. They pushed me back slightly.

I looked up to find Jungkook looking at me.

"Woah, are you okay?" he asked earnestly.

A person came up in my mind. I scowled at it, and shook my head.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, though my voice conveyed anything but.

"The shake of your head says something different," noted Jungkook.

I hugged myself. Feeling my fingers against his own on my arms, I carefully stepped out of his grip.

"I'm just...tired. I want to go home-"

That's when I remembered.

You're in Paris. With no money.

And no place to go.

I gritted my teeth to keep from screaming. Of course you didn't think about this. You fucking idiot.

"Do you have anywhere to stay? I could drop you off there."

Oh shit. "Uh..."

Jungkook chuckled. "It's okay, I'll take you to mine."

UHHH- "N-no, it's fine, I'm sure there's a hotel nearby-"

"La Belle Vie? Yes, I'm staying there too. Aren't you?"

"Err..."

"I'll book you a room," he offered. "If you don't-"

"No," I refused at once. "I can't. I'll just ask-"

"I insist, Sora," Jungkook pressed. He them gave me a pleading look, his eyes widening.

Oh for God's sake. "Fine," I muttered.

The boy's smile lit up his face. "Let's go then."

I followed him out the headquarters when I realised.

"Wait, let me get my clothes!"

Jungkook looked back at me, a man handing him some car keys at the entrance. "Don't worry, I'll buy you some."

Shame passed through me. Why am I making situations so that he spends even more money on me?

We both walked over a sleek grey sports car. He got inside the car, me following suit.

"The hotel's only a mile away," Jungkook explained. "It's not very lavish, but it's nearest this place."

He started the car, and drove it out the Headquarter's parking.

The car only raced onto two main streets until we reached the hotel.

It was large, though it had a very homely feel. Dull colours with gold plating on the windows.

Jungkook opened the big doors of the hotel, opening one for me.

The inside was warm and toasty, with maroon walls and chocolate brown carpet, the mahogany counter at the far right.

The receptionist there was eyeing Jungkook like a piece of meat.

The boy, bless him, was oblivious to her ogling as he gave her a sweet smile.

He requested for two rooms, next to each other. The woman glared at me through her glasses.

"Bon séjour," she chirped at him, giving him the keys. She then threw me a cold stare. "Et toi, aussi."

"Gee, merci," I muttered. Jungkook offered the receptionist an apologetic look and continued upstairs to the rooms.

We arrived to our rooms, 49 and 50. Jungkook gave me the keys to the former. "Here you go."

"Thanks," I said.

He then took out his phone. "Would you like my number? Then you'd be able to call me if you need anything."

"You've given me enough, Jungkook," I said to him, but we exchanged numbers anyway.

"Friends are meant to help you, Sora," he said kindly.

I had opened the door, ready to go in when I stopped. "Friend?"

The boy suddenly blushed. "If you don't think- I mean, I would call you-"

A laugh rasped out of me. "No, no, you're right. Only friends would help me this way."

I offered him a smile. "Thank you," I said, and went inside, closing the door behind me.

The room was small but cozy, a fireplace instantly lighting up as I entered.

I shrugged off my coat, tossing it to the side. I went straight to the bed, slumping down on the crisp white and gold sheets.

Kicking off my heels, I wrapped the sheets around me.

Sleep took me faster than I expected.

-

Beep!

My eyes snapped open.

I took my phone, and unlocked it, looking straight to the messages.

1 new message by Prick Taehyung

Get your pretty little ass to the Headquarters now.

"Ugh," I guttered.

I heaved off the bed, scratching at my bed hair. I got out a brush and ran it through my hair, until it smoothed out.

This attire will have to do for now.

Grabbing my coat from the chair, I exited the room, locking the door behind me.

I looked to Jungkook's room. I debated knocking, but then restrained from it.

I shouldn't disturb him. He's already done so much.

So I went downstairs, leaving the keys at the desk, and went out the hotel.

There was a cool breeze outside, swaying my hair in the wind.

The Headquarters was in sight. Walking would only take me about half an hour.

My heels clacked against the stone pavement as I journeyed through.

Silver buildings towered above me and the others walking by. Cars rushed through smoothly by the main road.

I was at the building soon after, pushing open the glass doors.

There were much less people milling around inside than yesterday. It was a relief, really.

Hoseok greeted me as I entered the makeup room. "Sora!"

Smiling brightly, I said, "Hey, buddy." I sat on the recliner. "How are you?"

"You should be asking Taehyung that," Hoseok muttered, picking up his brushes. "The man's been hissing at anyone who breathes near him."

"Oh, Lordy," I mumbled. I can't be arsed with his bad mood. It will only make mine worse.

"I'm sure it will pass," I said dryly, leaning my head back.

Hoseok made quick work of my makeup. "Try talking to him. Maybe you might help."

I scoffed lightly. "That would only add fuel to the fire."

Hoseok only sighed, finishing off his work.

When I got up from the chair, I asked, "Where is the sunny man this morning?"

"One of the photoshoot rooms," Hoseok answered. "I think he's finishing off with Camille now."

I thanked him as I opened the door to leave the makeup room.

My eyes snapped to Taehyung standing on the doorway, one foot tapping repeatedly on the floor.

He wore a leather jacket and brick red pants, black boots adorning his feet.

Atop his head, hiding most of his curls, was a black beret.

I restrained my gasp. He looked like a Frenchman.

An extremely attractive Frenchman.

"Took your sweet ass time, Miss Yoon," he greeted, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Still in a sweet ass mood, Mr Kim," I answered.

A quirk of his lips. "Taehyung. For you, it's Taehyung."

I was sure my heart skipped a beat. "And for you, Sora."

"Right then, Sora, let's go," he declared, turning towards the main exit.

"Uh," I started. "The photoshoot's the opposite way."

Taehyung looked over his shoulder. "I know that already."

"But-"

"The photoshoot-" Taehyung interrupted, taking my hand, "Can be done later. I'm sure a lovely tour of Paris by yours truly sounds much better."

I refrained from smiling. "No wonder you're not dressed formally. You were planning this from the start."

Taehyung grinned maliciously. "Busted." a pause. "So, what do you say?"

That damned smile escaped me. "Lead the way, then."

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