GOLDEN HEADLINES

83: I Am Lost

"CARE AND LOVE"

Tyson opened the door to a luxurious hotel room, the soft glow of the lamps illuminating the sleek, modern design.

Alessia hesitated at the threshold, her eyes widening at the opulence of the room. It was far beyond anything she could have imagined for herself.

"I don't have money," she murmured, her voice shaky.

Tyson turned to her, offering a reassuring smile. "I'll pay for it," he said smoothly, his tone warm but firm. "You don't need to worry about that."

Alessia blinked, feeling a flush of discomfort at the gesture. "I will return it soon... I swear."

Tyson chuckled softly. "Don't worry about it. Just focus on getting some rest, alright?"

He gestured for her to come inside, and Alessia stepped in hesitantly. The room was impeccable—soft, plush bedding, a sleek sitting area, and large windows with a breathtaking view of the city lights below.

Alessia frowned slightly, still uneasy about accepting such luxury. "Don't you think it's a little... fancy? Too expensive for a place like this?"

Tyson shrugged, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "No, I don't think so," he replied casually, giving her a look that suggested he was used to such surroundings.

"Sometimes, you need a bit of comfort to clear your mind. Plus, I'd rather you be in a safe place."

Alessia nodded, still feeling a bit out of place in the extravagant room. But despite the discomfort, she couldn't deny that a small part of her was grateful.

"Thank you," she whispered, looking up at him. "I appreciate it... more than you know."

Tyson gave her a warm, understanding smile. "Get some rest, Alessia. You'll be alright."

Alessia sank down onto the bed, exhausted both physically and emotionally. Tyson lingered for a moment, then turned to leave, closing the door softly behind him.

As the room settled into silence, Alessia let out a long breath. But even in the comfort of this fancy hotel room, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was still very wrong.

Alessia sat on the edge of the bed, the soft fabric of the sheets crinkling beneath her as she pulled a small badge from the pocket of her jeans.

She held it gently in her hands, her fingers brushing over the familiar design.

It was a symbol she had come to associate with Jungkook—the man she loved, the man who had disappeared without a trace.

Tears welled in her eyes as she gazed at the badge, her heart aching with the weight of his absence. She pressed it to her lips, closing her eyes as she whispered the words that had been on her mind for what felt like an eternity.

"Come back, Jungkook... I miss you, love."

The words hung in the air, fragile and full of longing. She held the badge tighter, as if hoping that somehow, the simple gesture would bring him back to her.

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Alessia woke up to the soft rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains, warming her face.

She stretched her arms and sat up, feeling surprisingly rested after the whirlwind of events that had left her on edge for days.

For the first time in a while, she felt a small sense of calm. But the thought of her mission—finding Jungkook and solving the case—was still sharp in her mind.