Living in a viciously boring cycle of tips and refills, a young waitress finds herself being pulled headfirst into the world of sex, drugs, and rock & roll.
With an unexpected turn of events, Lyla embarks on a journey with the three handsome men fro...
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Officially on break until after the holidays and the release of the new album, Lyla finds herself waking up on the tour bus with her cheek resting on Taehyung's chest and being spooned by Jungkook on the other side of her. Wondering where Jimin fell asleep after a night of heavy drinking with the entire crew to celebrate the end of the tour, she's just about to get up to go make sure he's okay when she feels the foot of the bed shift and the man in question turn over to get more comfortable.
They have their own bunks and she's supposed to have the bed to herself on this bus but once again, they ended up falling asleep snuggled up to her anyway. The bed wasn't even large enough to really hold all three of them but they didn't seem to care one bit about the limited space, instead making it work in whatever way possible.
Smiling as she starts off her day in a good mood and takes in all of the love they willingly show her, each one of them softening the original personas they used to portray at first, she realizes that the bus is still moving. Was she up way too early or was it just taking longer than she figured it would to get to their destination?
She knew they had a shared home in the northern part of the country where snow would be plentiful this time of year, adding to the charm of the Christmas holiday coming up in just a couple of weeks, but she didn't think they wouldn't have reached their destination overnight.
Sliding out of the bed as each one of them subconsciously readjusts their positions, throwing their legs over one another and groaning at the loss of her warmth, she giggles and grabs her phone to check the time. They had been on the road for a little over nine hours. Surely they have to be close.
After a pit stop by the bathroom to shower and get rid of the lingering alcohol taste in her mouth, she makes her way up to the front of the bus to say good morning to one of their drivers named Fred.
Fred was a quiet man, never really prying into their conversations or talking much at all for that matter. He kept to himself, listening to jazz or classic rhythm and blues as he made sure they all got to their intended destinations safely and on time.
Knocking on the small door that separated him from the rest of the bus for added privacy, she hears him professionally call out that they may enter. Upon sliding the door open, he peers in his rearview mirror fondly at the young woman he's had a few polite conversations with over the last couple of months.
"Good morning, Fred," Lyla smiles and takes a seat up front next to him. "How are things going?"
"Good morning, Ms. Lyla," he cheerfully replies. "We'll be reaching their home in about thirty-five more minutes."
"Oh nice, I was wondering how far away we were. Have you been to their house before?"
Nodding, he readjusts his hands on the large steering wheel. "Once before. Shortly after I was hired on by the record label. It's a nice home, I'm sure you'll love your time off there."
