Wild Thoughts | Taehyung | ✓

Sixteen

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."