It wasn’t Suga’s alarm that woke him and Mallory. It was the surprisingly, and loud, banging on the door, which made Kirby yelp and hide underneath the couch, Suga open his eyes alarmingly fast, to the point where things were still hazy, and Mallory gasped, holding tightly to Suga’s chest. “It’s okay,” He said softly, pulling her hands from his chest. He stood and started towards the door.

“No, dont!” Mallory hissed, but Suga had already pulled the door opened.

Caleb drunkenly stumbled into the room. “Mal, baby I-” He looked up to find Suga, looking annoyed and tired. “What the hell is this eggroll doing in here!” He yelled, and Suga’s face pulled into a pinched look. Mallory knew Suga only spoke partial English, only terms and certain sentences, but he clearly understood the derogatory statement. “Mallory, you damn !” He said, shooting across the room and towards Mallory, who was standing in the center of the living room, eyes wide with fear.

She lurched back, trying to get out of his reach. “Caleb, stop it-”

His hand slapped down against her cheek, so hard it threw her to the ground. She screamed out, but when her head smacked the hardwood floor, she was immediately silent. And that was when Suga snapped. He shot across the room and grabbed Caleb by the back of his tattered white dress shirt. He pulled him away from Mallory, spun him around, and threw his fist, repeatedly, against his cheek.

He threw Caleb aside, watching as he curled up on himself, holding his cheek. For good measure, Suga kicked him in the gut. He couldn’t have him getting up before the security got there to clean him up. When he knew Caleb wasn’t going to move, he grabbed the phone and dialed down to the desk. “A man just came up here and assaulted the woman who lives in this room. I’d appreciate it if someone came to collect him before he wakes up again.” With that, he hung up.

His next move was to Mallory’s side. Carefully, he rolled her off her stomach and onto her back. Her eyes were opened, but she clearly wasn’t there, so he slid one arm under her knees and the other under her neck, and lifted her. She groaned and lolled towards him, gripping his shirt. “I’d ask if you were okay, but the answer’s pretty clear.”

“You shouldn’t have been here for that.”

“And I’m glad I was. He’s such a jerk, and you deserve better.” Mallory closed her eyes and sighed, her eyebrows pulling together as Suga moved towards her room, and turned towards the bathroom. Whatever Caleb had worn on his finger had torn the skin near her cheekbone, and he planned on cleaning it.

She started trying to pull away from him. “You should go. You have your photo shoot, and I’m a mess-”

“I don’t think so.” He said, sitting her on the counter. “I’m not going anywhere without you. Not after what he just did, I can’t leave you alone now.” He said, opening on of the drawers of the sink. “Now, where’s your first aid kit?”

“Come on guys, it’s time to get up,” The manager called. The other members of BTS groaned and rolled around in their beds. Jimin sat up, the blankets entirely wrapped around him, and looked to the manager, who still lingered in the door’s threshold. “It’s time to get going for the photo shoot. Come on, boys.” He said, turning and starting towards the living room.

Jimin slammed back down onto his bed and groaned, happy that, since he was on the bottom bunk, the light wasn’t blinding him.

Already, Jin and V were leaping from the tops of their bunks, and J-Hope had sat up long enough to tell Jimin to wake Rap Monster, who was still snoring beside him. Jimin did as he was told, by throwing his pillow at the leader and then climbing out of the bed and moving towards the door.

The entire group went about their morning regiments, eating, brushing their hair, their teeth, washing their faces, and then gathering in the living room to get ready to leave. “Uhm,” Jimin started. “Has anyone seen Suga?”

Everyone in the room began to look around. Jungkook looked in the bedroom, Jin looked in the bathroom, and V looked in the kitchen. Rap Monster and J-Hope didn’t bother moving. “He’s going to meet us at the shoot.” Rap Monster said stonely. J-Hope was shaking his head, looking down at his feet.

“Where is he?” Jimin asked, but in his gut, he already knew. Suga was with Mallory. And even though he knew it, he really didn’t want to believe it.

Not one bit.

Zhen was standing behind the camera, fixing the setting, when she heard the shouts of boys from behind her. She knew immediately who had walked into the room, and was a little annoyed that she was their photographer. 

She could hear them filing into the dressing room, and thought she was in the clear, but arms closed around her waist and dragged her away from her camera. She yelped in surprise, and Jungkook laughed, clearly entertained.

She turned in his arms, frowning at him. “We are both working, and last I checked, there were rules against this,” She said, gesturing to his arms around her waist. “In the work place.”

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