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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Tossing the last bit of her clothing into her second suitcase, Lyla sits on top of it in an attempt to zip it shut without any assistance this time. However, she deemed it useless once the zipper fought back and started undoing itself against her will. Rolling her eyes and huffing out a frustrated groan, she decides to lay on it instead, using all of her body weight to make it work.
Since when did she acquire so much shit?
Walking past her room, with his suitcase of his own in tow, Taehyung stops and smiles at her cutely struggling to do it all on her own. The first bag was only successfully closed with the help of Jungkook who still had to wrestle with it for over fifteen minutes preceding a small argument to get her to allow him to help. Their girl was beautiful but damn was she stubborn sometimes. He loved the fact she liked to be independent but it could be a fault at times as well.
Blowing her hair out of her face, she gives up with her brow knitted. Staring at the floor with her body limp like a dead starfish, Tae tries his best to not laugh at her obvious defeat.
"I'm not about to argue with you and beg for you to let me assist you like Jungkook did," Tae smirks as she quickly turns her head in embarrassment.
As if he was summoned, Jungkook meets Taehyung at her doorway to get a look for himself. Crossing his arms, he shakes his head in disbelief, trying to stop himself from smiling too wide.
"Shut up, you two!" Lyla snarls as she stands up and watches as the lid to the luggage fling itself back open in triumphant victory.
"What time are we supposed to be at the restaurant again?" JK quietly questions his bandmate.
Looking at his watch, Tae glances back up at their girlfriend looking at the black bag as if she was trying to come up with a game plan, "At seven. Why?"
"I'll be back in time. Just get her to start getting ready. The dress we bought her is still in Jimin's closet," the guitarist states as he starts to make his way down the staircase with his last bit of luggage in his hand and Tae's in the other.
"Where are you going?"
"To get that crazy woman another suitcase," he chuckles to himself.
Stepping into the lion's den, the tension of her irritation thick in the air, Taehyung squats down in front of her as she plops down on top of the baggage once again. Gently grabbing her hand, he stops her from reaching for the zipper and brings her fingers up to his lips, slowly rubbing them across the delicate skin as he sweetly commands her attention and observes the fire behind her eyes diminishing the longer he held her gaze.
"How about we try to tackle the task of packing your things later tonight?" he suggests in a soft tone.
"But we're getting back on the road early tomorrow morning and I'm the only one not finished," she counters.
