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She reached her hotel floor with the support of her bodyguard. She was giggling in the elevator as the big bluff man joked trying to lighten up her mood. Nona would always come to him whenever she had fights with the boys. The older man was experienced in his field of work and working with nona for so many years he knew what goes on with her just by looking at her. She usually hides away her inner emotions and feelings under the facade of her happy-go-lucky personality. But he knew better, been working with other idols before her he knew whenever something is wrong. This is why Nona whenever tired and fed-up with everything around her including times when the boys were not of any help like today, would drag her feet towards the older man whining to him. He always knew the correct thing to say. Today too he talked her into feeling better since no one can understand men better than men themselves.
He left her in front of her room's door and walked away bidding her good night. She bowed at him with respect and slowly entered the room. She expected Taehyung to be sitting on the bed or the couch waiting for her. She expected that he would hold her into a tight hug and caress her head comforting her. She wanted to melt into his warm embrace forgetting all the tiredness and just cuddle him to bed.
But she was wrong.
The room was shrouded in darkness. She flicked on the lights and got greeted by an empty silent room. Her phone vibrated, she opened the new message that she got.
Tae💜: I'm sleeping in Namjoon Hyung's room. I need some time away from you and maybe you too need some time to yourself. We already ate dinner. Yours is on the table, eat it up, and take a rest. We will discuss the change in choreography tomorrow.
Nona broke down. Tears started streaming down her rosy cheeks as she cried her heart out. She can feel the muscles of her chin trembling as the phone fell from her shaky hands. She sat on the bed trying to calm herself as much as possible. It was hurting her. She was physically and mentally exhausted. She wanted to crawl into a ball and just cry herself to sleep. She sat there on the bed staring out into the lit-up city. She wiped off her tears and stood up with a determination on her face. After a few minutes, she gathered herself and picked up her phone. She dashed out of the room.
Standing alone by the pavement she hid her face under the oversized hoodie. Her boyfriends' cologne hits her nose as she waited for the car. She was sniffing with her nose clogged and red. A man stood beside her in silence, both of them not saying a word.
"Look kid, the boys are also tired just like you," he said calmly "that's why they said those stuff which they definitely didn't mean at all. You guys just sit down tomorrow and talk among yourselves. Things will be clear once you tell them about your issues. Standing here in the middle of the night is not really that helpful, don't you think so?"
