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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Waking up next to Jimin, Lyla smiles at how much more peaceful he looks right now compared to the night before. She had started to second guess having him revisit such traumatic memories when she realized just how bad they actually were. Had she known the depth of the kinds of things he had to go through at such a young and impressionable age, she probably would have nixed the entire idea, but he truly seemed thankful and relieved to finally get those things out in the open.
By the time they made it back to the house, he was very affectionate with her, although not sexual. Most of the remainder of the evening had consisted of them cuddling, soft kisses, and staring into each other's eyes. He would occasionally say how much he loved her and thanked her more than once for being there for him and loving him through his faults.
It was a strange concept to him that anyone other than the guys could love him for him. He knew he wasn't perfect and too many times he had done some horrible things as a way to keep himself protected. If he was an asshole, maybe, just maybe, he could push people away before he could disappoint them.
But Lyla saw through that tough persona he put on for everyone else. He could clearly remember her telling him back when she first joined them on tour that she thought that there was more to him than he let most people know. The words immediately struck a chord with him, both painful and pleasant. No matter what he had done, no matter the act he was putting on for the world, it was as if she saw him for who he really was.
Just a lost soul needing someone to love him.
Kissing his pouted lips as he continued to sleep, she slips out of the bed. With a blanket wrapped around her shoulders for extra warmth, she makes her way to the guest room where her things were stored and slips into the en-suite bathroom to wash up for the day.
Popping open the shower door, she turns on the water to the perfect temperature and proceeded to undress from Jimin's oversized T-shirt and her panties. Stepping inside, the water runs through her long brunette hair, soaking it entirely as her eyes shut and she sighs out in relief. As happy as she is with her three boyfriends, she has to admit that the weight she helps them carry can sometimes feel like too much and she needs a moment to escape to recharge.
But she'd never let them know that.
Not only does she not want them to clam up and shy away from being honest with her when they've come so far with their healing processes, but she doesn't want them to worry about her. She was fine, she knew she was. She just needed to breathe from time to time and last night was rough.
Letting the heat of the water ease her tense muscles, she feels herself releasing a small stream of tears and her hands trembling. Her strength was crumbling beneath her and she was thankful that she was in the privacy of her bathroom, covered under the shield of water to hide the sadness decorating her cheeks.
Leaning against the corner of the granite tiled wall, she slides down until she's sitting down completely and with her knees bent up to her chest while she allows herself to feel everything in privacy. From Jimin's truth about his childhood and Jungkook's heartbreaking trauma to even the sadness of not having her mother anymore, she physically can feel it all coming to the surface. Taking a deep breath, she lifts her head and stares out of the small window at the fluffy clouds floating by.
