Somehow she reminded him of a rose. She was so delicate and fragile. Her small ears were always pressed down against her silver hair. Someone once told him that roses took a while to bloom but the end result was always worth it. And Taehyung was det...
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☆ (Y/n)'s Point Of View ☆
"Kitten, Wake up." A voice cooed into my ear. My eyes fluttered open, instantly fixating onto Taehyung's face. He looked tired and uneasy, like there was something on his mind that he was refusing to adress. His hair was messy, like he had ruffled his hair out of frustration more than a few times.
But nethertheless I slid out of his lap and climbled out of the car, the door already being opened by the driver. Before my body fully left the van something was quickly strapped onto my head forcefully. I realised that it was my hat and that Taehyung's heart was elevated. He sighed in relief and wiped his forehead.
"That was a close one." He mumbled. I then stood beside the door and waited for Taehyung to grab his bag and climb out of the car. I took these few seconds to analyse where we were. Instantly I recognised this place to be Tokyo, the heart of Japan.
We were on the rich side of the city, standing infront of one of the most luxurious hotels. I knew it by reputation and by looks. The Ritz Cartlon was it's name. This was a hotel one of my first owners dreamed about staying the night in, never being able to afford to of course. But now here I was, actually being able to spend longer than just a night in it.
"Are you ready?" Taehyung asked, finally out of the car and now by my side. Nodding in response, I grabbed the edge of his jacket nervously. Taehyung chuckled not taking my hand off of him but instead wrapping his arm around my shoulder and leading us down the pathway. This place had top notch security, in which didn't allow fans to greet idols as they entered the building. Only vehicles were allowed through the gate and only VIPs were allowed through the doors.
"Excuse me sir. Hybrids have to take a seperate door in where in which they will be disinfected." A lady said, coming out of knowhere to greet Taehyung. It seemed as if the hotel assigned a lady who knew korean to attend to Taehyung. This way there wouldn't be a language barrier to get in their way. Taehyung's brows furrowed instantly in disbelief and confusion.
"They-You- What now?" He stuttered, his arm tightened around me protectivly pulling me closer to him. The woman seemed to think her pronunciation was off as she decided to clear her throat and apologise before speaking again.
"It's mandatory that hybrids be disinfected before entering our building." The lady said with a polite smile and bow. But no matter how much she repeated herself, Taehyung just didn't seem to understand. He just looked offended...and pissed off.
"You are not 'disinfecting' her. She's clean as you or I am! She hasn't gone rolling through dumpseters or some shit!?" He growled loudly, causing a scene with everyone around us. My ears lowered because of the tone and volume of his voice. He was angry but I didn't understand why? This was a common thing to do in Japan. Almost every restraunt and cafe had a private room of entery for discontaminating hybrids. This was nothing new for me.
"I'm sorry sir. This is protocol." She said in an apologetic tone. She had obviously never been in the situation where an owner has refused a free cleaning of their hybrid. Through this interaction she had learned something new about Korean culture.
"Protocol my ass. I want to speak to your manag--" Taehyung cut him self off when he felt me moving from underneigh him. Looking down to see what I was doing, I knew he became shocked to see I was shyly moving towards the woman.
"(Y/n)...What are you..." he trailed off as I stood obidiently next to the woman. I was shy to admit it but I didn't see the fuss about getting disinfected. "It's okay Taehyung. It's harmless, I've done it before." I told him softly with a small smile. He stood there dumbfoundedly, not knowing whether to feel sorry for me or scared for me. "You..." He trailed off once again, not knowing what to say to me. It was obvious he didn't want me to do it but then again he didn't want to cause trouble on our first night here, especially not with the rest of his members tk back him up...Here he was alone...So I gave him a look, one that told him silently that I would be fine. Then he sighed, signalling to the woman to go ahead.
"Fine. But so god help me if she tells me one complaint I will sue your ass' until you go bankrupt." He hissed, his eyes going dark shoing that he wasn't messing around. The woman beside me clearly throught so too by the way she gulped. Her smile never faltered, keeping her professionalism to 100% as bowed at him.
"If you could wait in the lobby, Sir. This will only take a few mintues." She told him, turning on her heel and guiding me to the white marble door at the side of the building. Through the door there were two women dressed in white uniform standing beside the machine that released the disinfectant. This was something that I've done multiple time before and so I was no stranger to the process.
I walked through the door and stood behind the glass divider. A lady pressed a button which releasef the disinfectantant. The spray started to surround me, making me cough as some of it entered my throat and made it sting slightly. This was like deja vu. I remembered this so vividly in my mind and now here I was going through the same experience.
After a few seconds the machine stopped spraying. Now the two ladies had two hand towels where they patted down all of my exposed skin. They lifted my hair to pat down the back of my neck and even got a special towel which was soft to rub my ears and tail with. This was actually the best treatment I had gotten while doing this procedure. Now I understood what it meant to be the pet of a rich man.
"Have a good day." The girls said with a smile as they opened a door me. As I left the room I noticed Taehyung pacing beside tbe front desk, worriedly looking around the room. Then he connected eyes with me, instantly releasing a sigh of relief and then running towards me. He pulled me into his chest and embraces me in a hug, instantly but silently recoiling at the smell of the disinfectantant.
"Are you okay? Did they hurt--" I cut him off just by simply nodding, stepping out of his arms so that I could properly speak back to him. "My throat still stings a little but that was my fault since I forgot to hold my breath. And my ears and tail feel tingly but that's normal. It's been a while since I've done that." I told him but it seemed he only paid attention to the first part of my sentence.
"You're in pain?! That's it where is the manager?! I will not have this--" I cut him off by giggling. His protectiveness was nothing short to adorable and It was amazing how I ended up with an ower who cares so much about how I felt. "It's okay, Taehyung. It's normal." I told him, intertwining our fingers which calmed him down slighly. He sighed and nodded at me then showed me the key card to our room.
"Okay...Well, We've got the penthouse suite." He grinned, allowing himself to let go of his anger because he didn't want to spoil the day. Then he began leading me towards the lift, tightening his grip on my fingers protectivly.
How did I get so lucky?
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