Baby was in my bed again, she was on her phone while I brushed my teeth, she was waiting for me to finish.
"Is it just me, or is our guard being unprofessional this time? Doesn't he know that I'm also his customer and that what I do or how I dress is none of his business... or that I'm beyond his capabilities?" she said.
"I was practically devouring you with my eyes. I don't know how, but he saw you last night, just as you were dressed when I brought you to my room, so be careful." He made a face, but then looked at me to ask what I wanted to do. He suggested I lie down on the bed for a while and watch TV, since he didn't mind the noise because he felt he needed at least a couple more hours of rest, so I agreed to the idea.
- Yoongi? -
- mmmmh?-
Would it be too much to ask for a kiss?
"What kind of kiss?" My smile made him bite his lower lip.
- I like the way you kiss me, I think I'll definitely enjoy whatever it is -
"Here, catch it!" I said, and blew him a kiss.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, sir," he mocked, "you scared of a poor little girl who asked for a kiss."
She had quickly learned how to tease me, trying to feign innocence but suppressing her laughter, because she knows I enjoy kissing her. I was tempted to show her who she wanted to play with, since I can't forget what it feels like to mess around with her.
- I know you'd like me, but I'm not that easy, Baby - the truth is
"Ugh! Okay, I won't ask you again, see you later," she pouted and turned over to try to go to sleep. I moved a little and kissed her shoulder because she's so sweet.
I watched several programs, but none were entertaining enough to hold my attention long enough, so I turned off the TV and started playing on my phone. She barely moved while she slept; she must have been really tired after so many difficult nights, and I honestly don't know where she got the energy to face another day.
I don't understand myself either. I wanted to be the best version of myself for her, and at the same time scare her by being the worst version of myself. Would she like that part of me? That side I'm not proud of?
My girlfriends wanted to erase what they didn't like about me, even suggesting that I should look more like one of the other members, and that was a point of no return. If she wants me to look like someone else, then she should go with him and leave me alone.
Damn, I have to start the level again because I can't concentrate. I heard a laugh next to me - what's so funny?
"Your face?" she blurted out, as if she were asking me, so I glared at her and she laughed even harder. How dare she?
I put the phone on my lap and used my fingers to poke its sides; it squirmed a lot until it ended up on the floor laughing nonstop.
- Ha ha, I'm crying... oh well... time to get up since you dragged me out of bed - he said, straightening my t-shirt to cover his body and picking up his own, which was tiny, before leaving.
A few minutes later he returns with all his luggage.
"Are you moving? Because nobody has given you permission," I said to tease her.
"This room can be locked, so I want my things safe for when they come to change my mattress. Or did you think I was in love with your sleeping habits?"
- Yes, you love them -
- not enough to invite me to your space -
- Does that mean there's something that will make you love me more?
- Yeah -
- I want to know -
"Will I be able to sleep in your bed regardless of the situation or if the managers allow it?" "That's a difficult question to answer."
- Maybe? I can always kick you out.
"That's not a yes," she pointed out.
- You're very picky - she just stuck her tongue out at me like children do and got dressed in yesterday's yellow sportswear, but swapping my t-shirt for one of hers while I watched her back as she did so.
"What about the bra?" I asked.
"Ninety percent of the time I don't carry any," he said, taking his picks and some tennis balls out of his suitcase.
I asked her and she said to follow her below to see her routine, although she's been skipping it most of the time these last few days.
She rolled her feet over the ball and told me to try it sitting down; it feels great, like a therapeutic massage. She put on a playlist of classical music, but they were all piano compositions. Now she was on her toes while I relaxed by stealing tennis balls with my feet. She made repetitive movements before flexing her body, like she had done once at my house, but on her toes it was more spectacular and probably more difficult since her cheeks were more colorful than before.
After an hour of wandering around the ward, she finished and decided to do her laundry before having to go to the hospital. She asked if there was any dirty laundry, but the only thing she'd worn was what she'd used during her stay at the hospital, and she already knew where it was. She asked the guard, who was wasting time on his laptop (since he had it open), politely but not with his usual friendly expression, and thankfully he said no.
She returned with a pile of dark laundry, making sure the machine was running before going upstairs to clean. I lost track of time as I listened to snippets of my unfinished work, trying to figure out what was catching my attention. I noticed she had her own music playing. After a while in the same position, I went to get something to drink, walking behind the bodyguard who completely ignored me.
From the open-concept kitchen, I watched what he was doing. He was watching a video he'd taken of Baby while she was working out, and I wanted to decapitate the idiot. I grabbed some water and looked up the number on my phone to contact this moron's boss while I went upstairs.
Baby was in my room making the bed after I'd put all my things away in the closet, which was now clean. I sat down to make my call, greeted him normally, and told him everything I'd seen so they could do what was necessary to prevent him from using that video and to control his behavior. I know he'll take it seriously, and if that idiot loses his job in the end, it'll be entirely his own fault.
She hadn't wanted to listen to my conversation, so she was putting my things in the bathroom as soon as she finished making my bed. I'd arranged it in an open style so I could use it just by sitting down and using one hand. I waited for her to come out to tell her about the video and to be very careful with him. She thanked me and said she'd like to keep the room locked before we went to the hospital. She mentioned that the door should have two small keys, but after looking everywhere, there was only one copy.
I quickly sent a message to the guy I had just spoken to, and he told me he had sent another man to handle the situation. If we don't have the other key voluntarily by tomorrow, he will take other measures, and that we shouldn't worry. The new man should arrive in time for my appointment at the hospital, and he also sent someone he trusted.
I asked for help getting undressed and for her to find something nice to wear to the hospital. Then she could use my bathroom to lock the room while I wait downstairs. We still have some time before we have to leave, and we could eat out. There's a market nearby, and we can get some street food while we buy more groceries before heading back home.
I know it's a very small outing, but it's all we can afford because of the virus and the limited time I can be in public. She had chosen something I could put on practically by myself—of course, I made her blush angrily a couple of times—and I also put on glasses and a cap to better conceal my face. I left her gathering her things to get ready.
When I got downstairs, I realized my computer wasn't on the same screen I'd left it on before, so it took me a while to figure out what had happened. Opening the system tool history, I checked what I'd been looking at, my files, possibly to see if I had any pictures of women or sensual videos to copy, but I couldn't find them because I know how to password-protect them so no one can see them (anyway, I don't have that kind of content here). I changed the security settings on all my accounts to be safe, but since I wasn't connecting or downloading anything, I don't think I would have dared to do anything malicious to my computer.
He had already given me a headache; he must have taken advantage of the opportunity to go upstairs while I was busy because I heard voices and something I couldn't recognize, and I contacted the security team to make sure we were safe. I couldn't defend myself with one arm. The other bodyguard said he was parking outside and that I should open the door; he would go straight upstairs.
I did as I was told and saw that tall man running towards the house, stopping for a second to locate the stairs but we froze when Baby shouted something in another language before we heard a loud sound and we both rushed upstairs.
The weird guy was trying to leave the room when he saw us. One of his hands was bright red, and the room was a bit of a mess. The new bodyguard caught him so he could contact the police and told me to go find Baby and stay with her in the bathroom without touching anything in the room. I knocked gently on the door, announcing that it was me. She opened it cautiously, holding a spray bottle of bathroom deodorant, but she relaxed because it really was me, and she started to cry.
She had a bruise and I couldn't believe that guy dared to lay a hand on her. I called the bodyguard to tell him she was hurt. He said he would call for help and that we should call our representatives because there was going to be trouble.
I called PD; he would definitely resolve any issues. He greeted me, a little concerned, because I don't usually call unless it's work-related. I told him what had just happened, and after asking if we were okay, he said to obey the security team and wait before speaking to the police, as he would send a lawyer. He told us to get medical attention first, that he would arrange with the hospital to prevent this from becoming a news story, and that I should send him a photograph of her so he could see what the man had done to her.
I spoke with her, and she wiped away her tears so I could take the picture. On her left side, around her mouth, she had a large bruise that was swollen and turning purple. It hurt her, so I told her not to talk and to tell me more when things calmed down a bit.
A female police officer asked us to follow her; Baby held my hand as she walked behind me. Another officer had to take many photos of her, and then they guided us to the ambulance. The police let us go after we identified ourselves, and since I only heard the noise from the floor below, I asked if the paramedics could attend to us first and we could speak with them later.
She received treatment; she was fortunate that her teeth withstood the blow, but she was advised not to eat anything hard until she felt better. The doctor said she should continue with the evaluation for the police, even though the man had no chance of going beyond what she remembered.
I was about to leave but she wouldn't let me go anywhere so I stayed close looking at the wall until everything was done. She had to hand over her clothes so I'll call to get her something to buy so she can go out.
The officer collecting her clothes asked if she was alone after the attack, and I said I had been with her when they caught the man trying to escape. She said it would help if I also handed over my clothes, and since I hadn't done anything wrong, I agreed. When they started asking questions about whether she had been with any men, she paused.
"Tell me everything," I said, but she stopped every time the questions were related to me, and I simply encouraged her to answer.
She didn't need any help to claim she hadn't gone that far with anyone. The medical examination proves that this was entirely true.
We waited a while until an officer helped me remove my clothes, including the sling; the nurse said she would bring me a new one right away.
The doctor came to see me since our appointment was canceled so unexpectedly, but he still examined me and removed part of the suture as planned. He then told me when and where to have the rest removed. Fortunately, they gave us hospital uniforms so we could leave. I recognized the lawyer and we told him everything. After that, he asked if she wanted to go to the police station now or later. She preferred to do it now so she could go back and get something to eat.
I was really hungry when our delivery arrived at the house. We were supposed to stay here until everything was sorted out. Besides, we couldn't access half of it; he left us with what we'd washed and the new mattress, my computer, the TV, and the stove. There's a small bathroom here that we hadn't used. Luckily, the guy had his own, and the new bodyguard has a lot of things to fix, so he told us to camp here until he gets everything sorted out.