My Love is a Star (BTS Suga Fanfiction)

39. Commitment

ROZIE'S POV

We got into a cab waiting just outside the building.

"To the nearest hotel.." he said in a deep, serious voice. I almost daydreamed on my seat when I realized. Hotel? What? Why? I froze. I could remember this part happening in the past and it certainly lead to something very...

Enough with your thoughts Rozie! This isn't like the last time. Things are different now. He just needs a place away from the crowd. He's a celebrity, it's a given that he needs privacy. And it's definitely not because he wants to be somewhere alone with you to talk and settle things and maybe...

I said stop it!...

I grit my teeth just to seize myself from thinking these cringe-worthy thoughts.

The taxi driver drove us to the most expensive hotel there is in the metro. Rooms here cost a fortune. He should be paying or else I'll be stuck in the washroom somewhere doing the dishes for the rest of my life. He handed a 1000 peso bill to the driver and pulled me out of the car.

"Wait. You still have.."

"Just leave it.."

The doorman with a sweet smile on his face welcomed us in. I still couldn't take my mind off the big chunk of money he just gave away. The fare was only 80. Who in his right mind would tip the rest to a driver who didn't even know how to say hello?

"A room." He said coldly as he handed over his card to the lady who had too much blush on her cheeks.

"We're actually fully booked right now but I could spare one suite.."

"I don't care just give us a room quickly." His eyes surveyed the area for anyone that might possibly recognize him. I could see the lady fake a smile in response to his arrogance.

"Here.."

He didn't even let the lady finish. He swiftly grabbed the digital key and dragged me towards the elevator. His grasp on my wrist was still tight enough it's beginning to hurt from all the dragging.

When the doors closed in front of us, our images from the glass appeared. He was looking at my reflection and I instantly looked away.

Awkward. I mouthed silently.

The door suddenly opened to the suites. How did it go that fast? My eyes were still glued to the floor number on top of the lift. 30th floor in seconds? No wonder this hotel's very pricey.

I felt myself being dragged again and this time it started to piss me off.

I know how to walk you...

I looked at him as he took his mask off while his eyes searched for our room...

extremely beautiful person... I cringed again. What the heck Rozie?!

We came to a stop in front of a room at the far end of the floor. He opened the door and I breathed in the smell of fresh linen. Elegance filled every corner of the room. This was apparently the nicest hotel room I've ever been to in my 24 years of existence.

My awestruck moment got cut short when I felt the grip on my wrist tightening. I looked at him from the corner of my eye. He was uneasily staring at the carpeted floor.

He took his cap off that left a round-shaped halo on top of his head. His hair actually looked different without the do-over. It grew longer it was already covering his eyes. The damage from all the hair treatments was evident. His weight loss was also noticeable with his smaller face and his jawline that's even more defined. He also has one, two, three pimples on his left cheek and whiteheads could be seen on his nose. Make-up could really do wonders.