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AILA



The door.

Someone's at the door.

I peek up from the bed, shuffling out of the blankets. Taehyung is fast asleep against me, his eyes closed. He had to be exhausted— he'd come to bed at nearly three in the morning last night, from working in his studio.

Blinking curiously, I approach the front door and look out of the peephole.

A woman.

It's that beautiful woman from before. From the modelhouse, the one who'd talked with Taehyung. The one who'd made him flinch.

My eyes steel.

Why was she here?

She looks impatient. But then I see her reach to press the bell again, and my jaw tightens. Taehyung could wake up to that, and some part of me didn't want her to see him.

I jerk open the door.

Her eyes glide up to meet mine. And for a second I see shock cross her expression, before it turns to dark anger.

Her voice is low, French sharp on her tongue.

"You again."

"What do you want?" I answer, hoping that I wasn't messing up too hard. My French had improved a lot ever since I'd come here, but I was still far from a native.

A cold laugh echoes as she leans slightly forward. And I can tell that she's trying to intimidate me, almost by instinct.

But she wasn't going to look down on me. I was as tall as her.

I tip my head, eyes staring straight into her glittering blue ones.

"Where is Taehyung, little girl?"

Little...girl?

"And why are you here in his house?" Her voice rises a bit. But she still doesn't lose the haughtiness in her voice, as if I was just in the way between her and Taehyung.

I move even further forward.

"You don't need to know why."

My heart is stunningly calm during all of this. Usually they'd be beating like crazy, but right now it's quiet— steady.

I glance down at what she's wearing.

A dark, short dress. It's showing so much skin that it makes me feel cold, and in a second I know exactly why she is here for.

Anger claws up my chest.

"Choi Aila, no?" She says, making me look up in surprise. How did she know who I was?

She leans into my face.

"Taehyung is simply....you are nothing but my...."

What?

I hadn't understood some parts of that.

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