Break down, only alone I will cry out loud

You'll never see what's hiding out

-Sia-

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The next morning Sully blinked multiple times against the muted light filtering through the heavy ceiling-to-floor drapes; her long dark lashes fluttered as her eyes tried to adjust to the dimness, but the suite around her was so strange but opulent. Her sore eyes looked up, but her head felt like Thor hit her with his hammer. She still felt groggy, her limbs were weak, her mouth was dry, and her throat felt parched.

"Where am I?" she asked herself in panic as her eyes roamed around the luxurious bedroom. The air was scented from a humidifier in a corner. Sully wiped over her face as she looked around with interest.

The room was spacious...too spacious, like a master bedroom in a mansion. The whole step-up screams wealth. The kind of wealth she only saw in glossy design magazines. Everything was draped in shades of espresso and charcoal, from the rich velvet curtains to the soft bedding on the grand king-sized bed she lay in. Two art deco lamps were next to the bed, beautiful in crystal. A large sculpted, metallic mirror hung over the bed like a guardian. There was a studded armoire in a corner, making it look like she was in a royal suite. It feels strangely comforting, but then panic sets in again.

She looked down on her body, and her hand clutched at the white material of a Puma sweatshirt. Her body started to recoil as she slipped deeper into the soft duvet. Her heart started to race erratically. Sully threw the covers off as she tried to stand, but her knees buckled underneath her. She inhaled deeply, trying to recall what transpired the previous evening. She saw a mirror and stumbled towards it. The floor carpet felt warm, maybe underfloor heating. Her legs were covered in white Puma sweatpants. She was also clothed in a white t-shirt underneath her sweater.

Sully stared at her reflection in the ornate mirror; her long hair was in a messy bun, with hair hanging over her ears and face. Her lips looked dry, and her eyes had a shadow of confusion.

Then the wooden door opened. Sully's eyes widen when she sees a figure walk in. Her breath hitched in her throat.

Jimin.

Sweat was glistening at his temples, as he was dressed in his black Nike gym kit. His face was unreadable, with an undefined expression flashing through his eyes as he locked eyes with her.

It was so intense that Sully's breath hitched as she froze.

"W--what happened? What...what did you do to me? Her voice was strangled, her eyes wide as she asked, "Where... where am I?" Why am I here?"

Jimins eyes narrowed with unspoken fury as he looked at her. "You should be thanking me right now, Sully," his voice dripped with the coldness of the Siberian forest. "You were seconds away from an abduction case."

Her jaws dropped in shock, and her legs weakened as she quickly collapsed back on the edge of the bed.

Jimin stepped forward as his voice started to rise slightly. "Do you bloody realize what happened last night? What could have happened? You left your drink unattended?"

His breath was labored as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "You didn't keep an eye on your open glass. Gosh! Sully...in a club! Alone at a bar is an invitation to all the perverts." Jimin clenched his jaw tightly.

Sully could see the vein in his neck bulge. But Jimin wasn't done. "Do you have any freaking idea how stupid that was?" He bolted his fists...not of anger, but to pull her up in his arms, embracing her with all the secret feelings that he have for her. But the difficulty he experienced to restrain his desire won.

Sully's eyes welled up in tears as her throat tightened. "I didn't know..." She wiped her eyes as she looked into Jimin's furious eyes.

"No, you didn't! That's the problem, Jimin snapped mercilessly. "You put yourself in danger, all while causing a scene. We had to cover your face and sneak you out the back while threatening the club manager, who caters only to celebrities."

Sully started sobbing.

She vaguely remembered Jungkook and Lucia; immediately a wave of humiliation started to ache in her chest.

Jimin stood with folded arms, his muscles bulging as he looked at her with an undefined emotion. "You've caused a massive inconvenience," he said while pacing in front of her like a drill sergeant.

Lucia, Jungkook, and I had to fix your nonsense discreetly. And what if we weren't there? If we were a minute late? Sully, your life would've never been the same. You wouldn't bounce back from that." He exhaled a shaky breath.

His voice was hard, but something flickered behind his eyes...terror, buried under anger and fury. He was so scared—no, terrified—for Sully.

"I'm sorry," she said softly.

He sighed, then pointed to her outfit. "Don't worry; that is Rose's sweater pantsuit. Lucia dressed you last night. Don't look so flabbergasted; you were not violated, and I respect girls too much for that," his voice dripped with sarcasm as he waved her over. "You're not even my type."

That stung more than she ever wanted to admit. Strange but he kissed her, so what was that.

He gestured to the huge closed side door with a golden handle. "There's the bathroom...refresh yourself and come down to eat your breakfast so that you can take your meds." He uttered flatly.

He turned back around and left the room with a huff.

Sully grabbed a tissue from the dresser and blew out her stuffy nose, her bare feet padding across the warm, silky floor tiles as she opened the tall door and entered the en-suite bathroom.

The bathroom smelled like sandalwood and old spices. She wondered if she was in Jimin's bedroom, but she quickly dismissed it, but when she turned to the other enclosed door inside the bathroom, her breath hitched.

Wall-to-wall dark tinted glass cupboards, all shirts color-coded, suits, ties, belts, and almost more than twelve high-end watches, platinum and diamond rings, bracelets, and necklaces from the brands he represented inside a huge glass counter in the middle of the room. Some sections in the glass counter were empty.

A section for lounge/casual wear, etc. A whole cupboard for his formal shoes and another with what seems like 30+ pairs of sneakers from huge expensive brands. That she turned and saw cupboards that were totally empty...empty shelves, drawers, etc.

A huge chandelier with small downlights. A huge ceiling-to-floor mirror with a soft espresso-colored seat. Maybe when he adds more clothing to his collection or...she felt her heart painfully thump...maybe Aitanas future closet. Another door led into the room from the other side.

She sighs and moves back to the bathroom. She wonders where this place is. She looked through the window, but she only saw a huge hill with mansions and a huge lake with boats and yachts.

The bathroom looks like a personal spa sanctuary. A massive chandelier hung from the ceiling, mirrored walls reflected on the black obsidian surfaces, and black marble borders ran along the floor and some decorated the grand soaking tub at the center. She was contemplating a shower or a hot bath, but she opted for a hot bath seeing all the bath oils, soaps, and fruity and spicy essences.Crispy clean and soft rolled up towels.

Sully opened the chrome taps and poured with meaning from everything that was on offer. She felt mad at the whole world, mad at her stupid self, and mad at the stranger whose intentions were disgusting, and she's mad at Jimin...who made her feel so small and like an idiot. But mostly she's mad because she knows he was right. She was too innocent for the club scene; no wonder Namjoon never trusted her with the nightlife.

She quickly soaks in the bath, washes her hair, and brushes her teeth with an unopened toothbrushand toothpaste, a well-known designer brand, not those retail brands, but those that whiten your teeth. Luckily she saw a hair blower and a brush; she wondered if Jimin would be mad, but she needed it. He can throw it away. She just blow-dried the hair away from her scalp.

She put her hair into a high ponytail; her face was clean, glowing from the unopened skincare on the counter. She hopes he won't be mad. It was for her skin type, and it smelled divine. Her eyes looked weary after she dressed herself in the tracksuit; inside the room were fluffy flip-flops and fluffy socks with Argentinian soccer colors and logos. Still the hollowness in her chest remains.

She quietly made up the bed, but she couldn't see her clutch bag or her cell phone. Her heart sank; maybe it was left behind. All her contacts, etc., are gone. She almost wanted to bolt her eyes out for her loss. Her dress wasn't in the room. She saw a notepad on the huge mirror dresser and quickly scribbled a thank you note. And then she walked down the immaculate hallway adorned in marble and a long Persian carpet that led to the grand staircase. She saw a gold and glass house lift but opted to take the stairs slowly.

The open-plan kitchen and dining area were just as intimidating in their opulence. The kitchen was unlike the ones she had ever seen...royal opulence. Marble counters in black and white hues, gold-trimmed barstools with plush leather settings, glossy black cabinets, sleek and pristine. Inside the shelves was a vast display of crystal and porcelain. The sight of the garden was breathtaking.

Jimin stood with his back facing her, busy making Brazilian coffee. She could smell the richness and warmth of the aroma tickling her nose, and her eyes roamed over his fit physique. Only clad in a black vest and black joggers. He was sculpted like a Greek god. She almost feels like a hormonal teen, thinking back about the passionate kiss they shared, but it doesn't fill her with nostalgia, only with shame. Kissing a guy back that so obviously hated her. Being in her crush's home...but being hated by him.

He became aware of the movement behind him; he turned around as his eyes widened at her fresh beauty. A tad of shame wanted to overwhelm him; she was far from a plain Jane...she was effortlessly beautiful. Aitana always made sure she was well presented, with her makeupdone by a professional makeup artist and stylist. She was all out, like manufactured into perfection. A few times she spent with him in his penthouse, she was always up first. She looked glowing, but looking at Sully made him admire her natural flush and full

light pink lips, which he devoured a few days ago. Jimin felt his body react, and he inhaled quickly and gestured for Sully to take a seat. She thanked him quietly and took a seat.

In front of her was a bowl of sweet Spanish-brand cereal, cut fruit like kiwis, assorted berries, and pineapple, and a glass of hot steaming milk.

Jimin gestured to the food and said, "I didn't know what type of milk you prefer—almond, soy, or coconut—so I chose almond for energy and added a touch of vanilla." Eat your cereal. You need energy...and all your fruit." He stood there like a military general watching her with hawk's eyes.

Sully gulped and nodded. It's fine... I like...almond milk."

Almond milk was filled with iron, and she was grateful for him, unknowingly helping stabilize her condition. She gave a discreet small smile, feeling a little warm at his care. Very contradictory to his feelings toward her.

She picked up her spoon and ate very slowly. She doesn't have an appetite this morning. Her hand was slightly trembling, but she could eat at least four spoonfulsand a few pieces of fruit. Every swallow felt like she was watched by a judge.

Jimin stood at the other side of the marble counter, his arms folded intimidatingly, his eyebrow lifted as he gestured to her food.

"Finish all of it," he said, his tone still cold. She bit her lip and looked up at him with a fleeting glance; his expression was still distant, but underneath she could swear she felt that undeniable feeling...like a protective stance he took. Almost like Joon, caring for her.

Her spoon was trembling, but she tried to eat it.

She inhaled deeply, a wave of gratitude overshadowing her heart as she looked in his cold eyes; she wanted to cry.

"Sully, you need to be more careful in the future," he finally said. "Next time we might not be there to save the day." He lifted up his coffee mug and took a few sips, his eyes still focused on her.

Sully looked up, tears filled her eyes again, but she cleared her throat to steady her voice. Thank you, Jimin... I know I messed up big time. I was careless. However, if you feel that strongly against me, why didn't you choose to leave me there?"

Jimin stared at her with incredulity, remaining silent and stunned.

When he spoke, his voice was soft but weary. "Because I respect Namjoon. He is like a big brother to me...us, the team. He trusted us to look out for you. Sully...you're too soft for this world. You're too naive...you just shouldn't be here."

Her heart stings.

He looked her square in the eyes. You must go back to Seoul... Buenos Aires is not safe for you. It's not for people like you.'

Just then, there was a chime at the glass entrance door. Jimin pressed a code, and the two figures rushed in. Lucia and Niki.

A wave of relief entered the otherwise icy and tense atmosphere. Lucia rushed to Sully, who immediately enveloped her into a tight embrace.

"I was so worried, Suls. I'm just glad we got you in time." She whispered. Unshed tears fell now unapologetically down her pale cheeks. The way they cared for her touched her so much. Even Jimin's reluctance to care for her was evident. Niki and Lucia looked at Jimin with an undefined emotion. There was something unspoken, a well-guarded secret between the couple.

Jimin just stood there with a cold, calculating look while Sully cried against Lucia's chest, "Thank you...thank you for not leaving me. I don't even remember a thing. Thank you so much..."

Niki smiled and also gave her a soft hug. "It's probably better that way," he said gently, locking eyes with Jimin, who appeared unbothered. Different than the focus panic he felt the day before. Jimin just shook his head.

They left quietly; Jimin told her to keep the clothes. He will

He'll  dry-clean her cocktail dress and let it be delivered to Namjoon's apartment. He also remind her to put on the Puma sneakers and take her meds, which he gave to Lucia. She got her clutch and her high-heel sandals.

She was embraced by Lucia at her shoulders, but she didn't look back at Jimin, and he didn't come with them to the back entrance where the car with tinted windows was parked.

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Safely back at home, Sully curled up in her bed...the warmth and safety overwhelmed her. But shame cast a dark shadow on her emotions.

She took her cell phone and called Jungkook, but his phone was off...maybe he and Miranda are still glowing from romancing, so she sent him a message.

Sully: "Thank you; you were there too...you helped protect me.

Suddenly Jungkook was online and texted back.

Jungkook: You don't ever let someone touch your drink! You hear me, Sully.

His tone was firm.

Sully typed back: I won't.

And with another form of gratitude, she went offline.

Jungkook inhaled deeply where he stood in the middle of his bedroom. His driver took Miranda back home at four. They didn't sleep. So now he wants to enjoy his weekend off.

Jungkook furrowed his brows as he dialed Jimin. What nobody knew is what happened to the guy who wanted to take Sully. A grimace reached his mouth.

He didn't leave the club the way he came in. The bouncers messed him up and dumped his unconscious body in front of a dumpster an hour out of the city. On him was a letter to the local authorities and a bottle of an illegal substance in his hand.

The bouncers called the police and explained that this man wanted to force himself on a young, innocent girl who wished not to be named. They just told a lie that the girl was an upcoming actress and she was unable to remember anything. But she is okay and safe. The club dealt with him in accordance with its policy.

Jungkook had made sure of that. Jungkook's extended family had a distant tie to the local Mafia gang, a fact unknown to everyone. "El Tridente Ibérico" is an underworld cartel that only deals with the high society of Spain. A three-family alliance. Jungkook's late great-grandfather was part of the Iberion Trident. Still loyal to any family members of the Asian Jeon family. And one of the bouncers was also tied to the same clan. His uncle gave him this job, as the producer-owner of the club was also protected by this secret underworld alliance keeping the high society safe.

Jungkook's family and friends have a way to send untracked messages. This guy Raul was an infiltrate mole to bring down the reputation of the safe celebrity club.

Well, let's say the Spanish mafia doesn't play. Jungkook remembered a few years ago when a rival group targeted his family, even if they were no longer part of the alliance since his great-grandfather died.

He is still bitter because it cost him his first love's life, and for that he cannot forgive. Sully is his dear friend, and Namjoon told him, Niki, and Jimin to watch over his sister. He was determined to honor that role.

And Sully might not be able to remember what happened, but it was a real blessing. Remembering triggers feelings of guilt and shame. But forgetfulness would let her heal.

He just hopes that Jimin will search his heart and understand what Sully meant to him...before it's too late.

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A/n : The morning after.

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1. What was your favourite scene?

2. Do you think Sully will remember what happened?

3. What do you think of Jimins place?

4. Do you think Aitana might be moving in?

5. Do you think Jimin should have embraced her. Your thoughts?

6. What do you think of Jungkooks ties?