Can I help you?

Chapter 15

The day after, Sarah is already up and running again. She has pulled out the IV and is dressed. She walks down and to the door. "Where are you going?" She is startled at the sudden voice. Jimin is standing in the hallway. "You are sick... You shouldn't go out." Sarah turns around and smiles. "I am all better now. Look." She walks towards him and grabs his hand. She places it on her forehead. "See? No fever. I need to go to the office now." She turns around and hurries to the office.

She comes out of the office of the CEO. She goes down to the dressing rooms. She looks between all the people for Doenja. She finds her, somewhere in a corner. "Doenja?" Doenja looks up. Sarah squats too, and both are behind a clothing rack. "I can't do this, it's too much. This isn't my real profession." She is on the verge of crying. "Doenja, please... I know it is hard but you can do anything you put your mind to. Please, try to hang in there." "They are mean to me. They are disgusted I am a foreigner. They don't like me. I can't pay attention and don't know what they are talking about. Can't I do something else?" Doenja, please, don't be the weak link. I need all of my girls to be strong. "I need you. I really do. Please, just give it a bit more than the best of you." Doenja looks in disbelief at Sarah. Why is she pushing me this much? She isn't even keeping my wellbeing in reconsideration. When did she become so harsh and cold? "O-okay, I'll try more." She gets up and composes herself again. "I'll treat you to some whiskey tonight. Let's go out and drink, like old times." Sarah smiles a warm smile. She leaves the dressing and walks in the halls of Big Hit. She looks worried. She bumps into Suga. "Hey!" But she just walks on, lost in her own thoughts, after mumbling a sorry. Suga looks at her back. What's up with her?

Suga enters the dressing room and is looking for something. The other stylists are immediately at his beck and call. Doenja is ironing some clothes in a corner. Soulless. After trying on clothes, Suga hands them back to the stylists. They throw them on the stack for Doenja to iron. Doenja sighs. She gets treated this badly. But if I complain again, Sarah might get in trouble. So she keeps it all inside. Suga asks for a shirt back. He sees the stylist go to the stack and notices Doenja. "Why isn't she up here, dressing me?" "Her? She is a newbie, she doesn't know anything. Don't mind her. We don't either. She got in through a parachute." The stylist gossips. "A parachute, eh?" Suga smirks his evil smile. "Is she that bad of a person? Do you know her that well? Are you that close to know that she is useless? Are you best friends?" The stylist is confused at his strange questions. "I wouldn't want to know her. No way." "Then why do you talk as if you know her? She is amazing. She is quiet, but has a warm heart, when she talks it is rough around the edges but the sincerity is there. So you don't like that kind of person? You don't want to be around someone like that?"

The stylist laughs. "That's right." "Who else thinks like this?" A few other stylists raise their hands while smiling, thinking that they are siding with Yoongi. "Is that so?" He smirks again. He straightens his shirt and looks at himself in the mirror. "Guess who I am looking at now?" "Ehm, yourself?" The stylist smiles. "No, I am looking at some mean sick shit that has rough edges in his words, and quiet at times but warm of heart. Also I am amazing. And since you just declared to not like being around someone like me, I will help you by freeing you from a person like me. A person you don't even want to know." The stylists all lose their facial color. "We didn't mea-" Suga just holds up his hand. "You had your chance. If you can't be accepting of anyone. You are not right to be a staff member of BTS. Love yourself is our motto, but you just make people feel bad. This is not what qualifies you. You might be a better stylist, but that doesn't make you a better person. Please leave your badges with me when you leave the room. Your quality is not needed in Big Hit." His tone of voice makes sure that it isn't up for discussion. The stylists look defeated and all those that raised their hand, take off their employee badges. Suga doesn't even look at them, he just turns and looks at the clothes he is wearing. Doenja looks at him and is stricken with awe and admiration. Her heart fluttered at his bad ass attitude. She doesn't need a prince on a white horse. She needs a rapper that is willing to diss anyone, no matter what, to stand up for her. After the poisonous staff left, He walks to Doenja. "Hey, I was thinking a bit differently for going to this event. Help me out, will you?" He walks to the dresser and pulls Doenja away from the background like this. Doenja looks at the dresser, but shakes her head. She walks a bit to the back, where there are clothes from their Dark and Wild era. She grabs a jacket. Then she walks to the Love yourself era and grabs a torn jeans. She grabs a few other, older items. She hands them to him. He goes in the back and changes. he comes out and looks in the mirror. He smiles.

She binds a bandana, and bring out some of his jewelry and earrings. She helps to put them in. She is really close to him with her face, having her tongue stick out slightly while concentrating on closing the piercing. Suga snickers when he sees it in the mirror. He holds his hand on her hand and softly lowers it. He turns to face her. "You get me. I like that." Doenja is surprised at seeing him acting out of his persona character. "I like having you near me. I am so happy Sarah brought you with her." Doenja is almost tearing up, hearing these words of confirmation. She is a tough cookie, but even she needs some occasional sugarcoating. Suga seems to know exactly what she needs. Her heart is swaying even more for her bias. Suga looks at Doenja, at her facial structure. Her eyes, and her vibrant red hair, framing her fine face even more. He holds his other hand on her cheek, cupping her face. Doenja is dying inside. Now is the moment for him to kiss me. But the kiss stays out. After carefully studying her face, Suga retracts both his hands. He is trying to settle his emotions. Oops, I almost gave into the atmosphere. I can't do this. He poses a few more times in front of the mirror. "This outfit rocks. But I don't think I can be the only one to wear something like this. The trick about styling is that we need to dress in a same way when making an appearance in public, but still having our own identity. Once you nail that, you can easily become the head stylist." Doenja looks at him acting that cool again and smirks. That's the Suga I know and love. But somehow, inside, she feels empty and lonely.

At home, Sarah is eating dinner as usual, with the rest of them. Jin and Jhope are extremely quiet. "Hey Doenja, I promised to drink with you tonight." Suga looks at Doenja. Sarah notices what Suga wants. "But I am still feeling bit bad in my stomach to get alcohol. Suga, could you help me out and take her out for a drink or 2?" Suga nods while maintaining his pride, smiling on the inside at the opportunity. Doenja blushes too.

V promised Mary to take her to the museum on saturday. Emma has been swamped in work since Sarah was out for 2 days. So Sarah is now helping Emma to finalize most of the things. That evening, Sarah is lifting the trash to take it out. Jin runs to her and takes over. Sarah is surprised. "You shouldn't lift heavy things in your condition." My condition? "That's fine, I'm better now." "Better? What do you mean? One does not simply get better just like that. It takes 9 months and then another 9 months to recover." Sarah is confused as fuck. It was just a stomach flu... "No, for real I am fine." Jin comes back and guides her to the couch and places her down. "Look, even if I am not it, I will take care of you." Sarah has literally no clue at all. "What is wrong with you. Of course you are not it." Jin is hurt. "How can you know that?" Sarah is getting tired of this. "Know what?" "Who's it is?" "What is?" "The baby." "What baby?" Jin is taken aback. "The baby in your belly." "There is no baby in my belly." He is shocked. "Did you lose it?" "Lose what?" "The baby." "No, I did not lose it." He is even more horrified. "Did you have it removed?" Sarah is done. She gets up. He grabs her wrist again and pulls her towards him. She lands on his wide chest. "Answer me." "I can't have something if it wasn't there in the first place." Jin is still holding her in a hug. "You don't...?" "I took a morning afterpill. Happy now?" Somewhere, Jin is relieved. Sarah can see on his face that he is relieved. Just as I thought... He doesn't love me at all... She pulls out of his embrace, not finding any need for it anymore. She runs up the stairs, hurt again. Jin is still looking in front of him. That means I still have a chance. There is no external pressure. I still stand a chance to win her heart. He smiles relieved at this thought.