Rewrite the Rules

Where's Daisy?: Part 52

"Wait," I blurted out, my voice barely audible over the roar of the engine. "We should find Daisy?"

Taehyung, his playful facade momentarily cracking, shot me a teasing glance. "Isn't she a big girl, Emma? Does she need you to hold her hand?"

His words stung, but I ignored them. "I just want to make sure she's okay," I insisted, a tremor in my voice. The unanswered question hung heavy in the air.

Jin, ever the voice of reason, interjected. "Perhaps we should check the suites before we head back. There's a chance she might have already gone up."

With a flicker of hope, I nodded in agreement. The night, once filled with promise, had taken an unexpected turn, leaving a trail of unanswered questions and a gnawing sense of unease in its wake. Finding Daisy, and hopefully some answers, was the only thing on my mind.

The elevator doors slid open onto the top floor, the hushed tones from the car replaced by a cacophony of shouts and what sounded like digital explosions. Following the noise, we found ourselves outside the suite assigned to Yoongi. A muffled roar erupted from within, punctuated by a frustrated cry.

"Damn it! You killed me again!" Daisy's voice, laced with mock anger, echoed through the door.

"Hey, it's not like you didn't deserve it," came Yoongi's reply, tinged with amusement. "You kicked me in the head, remember?"

A beat of stunned silence followed, then another voice, equally incredulous. "Seriously? You two left the club to play video games?" It was Samina, her initial concern replaced by bewilderment.

Namjoon pushed open the door, revealing a sight that defied expectations. Daisy and Yoongi, clad in comfortable sweats and armed with controllers, were sprawled out on a plush couch, a half-empty bottle of Soju and a glowing TV screen their sole companions. The frantic battle cries we'd heard moments before were emanating from the fantasy world displayed on the screen – a far cry from the image of a heated argument.

"What?" Daisy exclaimed, her eyes widening in mock innocence. "Why are you all staring at us like we've grown a second head? We're just playing Firestorm Legacy: Chronicles of the Dragonheart, the most epic game ever created, obviously."

My own bewilderment mirrored Samina's. "Is that supposed to explain why you just vanished from the club?" I asked, my voice laced with confusion.

Daisy rolled her eyes playfully. "Come on, don't tell me, you mothers worry about your grown-up daughters having a little gaming fun?" she teased.

Relief washed over me, tinged with a touch of amusement. The frantic search, the unanswered questions – all for naught. "Alright, alright," I conceded. "We just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"See?" Samina chimed in, a hint of exasperation in her voice. "We're perfectly safe. Now, if you'll excuse us, we're going to head back downstairs. Enjoy your game... or whatever it is you're doing."

With a wave and a final, lingering glance at the unlikely gaming duo, we turned to leave. Just as we reached the door, Namjoon held up a hand.

"Can I have a minute?" he requested, his gaze flicking to Samina. She offered a knowing nod and slipped out, leaving us alone in the doorway.

"Honestly, it feels like I haven't seen you all night," he began, his voice tinged with a hint of regret. "Yes, I know we were dancing, but..." He faltered, searching for the right words.

"But just give me a minute," I finished for him, a warmth spreading through me. Before he could protest, I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around him.

The embrace lingered, a silent conversation spoken through the press of our bodies. It was a hug that stretched into several minutes, a comfortable silence filled with unspoken emotions. When he finally pulled away, his gaze held a tenderness.

"I like your friends," he murmured, his voice husky. "I'm glad I got a chance to meet them." Then, before I could respond, he leaned in, his warm breath teasing my lips.

The kiss that followed was slow and tender, a gentle exploration that ignited a fire within me. Each movement was filled with a quiet passion, a promise of something more waiting to be explored. Lost in time, we savored the sweetness of the embrace, the tension and excitement building with every touch.

Finally, with a lingering kiss, Namjoon pulled away. A security guard stood discreetly by the entrance, a silent reminder of the watchful eyes surrounding us.

"Alright," he sighed. "I guess I'll say good night here." He cupped my face in his hands, his thumb gently stroking my cheek. "Sweet dreams, Emma."

The warmth of his touch lingered on my skin even as he leaned in for one final, lingering kiss. Turning to the security guard, he offered a curt nod. "Can you walk her to the room?"

As we walked down the hallway, the earlier chaos of the club a distant memory.