In this book within a book, plunge into the escapades of Satine Fontaine, a woman on the run from her tumultuous past. The vibrant streets of New York beckon her, and fate conspires as she stumbles into Brooklyn's darkest bar, encountering the enigm...
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SMELLS LIKE CHANGE
Sat with his head rested against the back of JK's couch in his rather dingy garage, Taehyung watched the time tick by so fucking slowly.
He woke up at God knows what hour to Satine clanging around in the kitchen, then in the bathroom, and then in his room trying to get ready for her first day. She looked pretty chilled out for somebody about to work for some arrogant rich dude who was only successful because of daddy's money. They're always the worst.
Satine had spent the weekend sifting through different thrift stores, trying to find something remotely good enough for her first day. Taehyung knew she'd look good in anything, but she didn't seem to agree. Two hours after running laps of the final store, and she ended up with three black dresses that all looked the same to him.
In the end, he treated her to an extra couple of shirts as well - wanting something more to show for his time and money.
Now he was just waiting for her to come home. The tightened feeling in his chest was uncomfortable to say the least, and his eyes were burning from flickering between the analogue clock and the faulty digital on JK's coffee table.
"Your face looks fucking ugly..." Yoongi blurted out, mimicking his gormless expression. Of course, he remixed it with a bottle of beer to his mouth, but the impression was pretty spot on. If it wasn't for Taehyung's insane self-awareness, he may have taken his words seriously. His friend never was one to keep his opinions to himself.
His face contorted once he'd snapped out of his daze, burrowing Satine to the back of his mind. He couldn't get distracted, especially not today. Slowly but surely they'd been asked to play more and more in various bars around the borough. Taehyung was pretty sure it was because their discography had widened, but the other three members couldn't help but notice the sudden influx of males flooding their shows.
There was only one reason for that many men and it had everything to do with the notorious redhead they'd adopted into their group.
Noticing his friends slumped position, JK tossed his body over the sofa and rested his arm around Tae's shoulder. "You know, all you do is mope around when Satine's not here? It's kinda gross," his face was inches away from his friend's cheek, imitating an angry boar preparing to attack.
"Do not head-butt me again or I swear to-" It was too late, Tae was now in a wrestling match with one of the strongest people he knew. They often did this, initiating a fight to distract the other. JK was quite possibly one of the only people to bring out Tae's genuine smile.
Hoseok paused for a second, pressing his drum sticks into his eye sockets, wishing he had the strength to poke them through.
"Will you two give it a rest? If I don't get this right, she'll annihilate me." He was talking about Satine who, although was one of the sweetest girls he'd ever met, had savage tendencies when it came to music.
