“All right,” she conceded. “One meal.”
Hobi slipped out of the car and walked around to her door. He opened it and held his hand out to her. “Come on. Let’s find you more than chocolate to eat.”
“But I like chocolate,” she responded sheepishly, giving him a tiny smile that shot straight through his heart. She reached for his hand and used his strength to steady herself before she stood up.
He grinned. “Shall I carry you again?”
Mortified, she stared up at him. “You c-carried me?”
“A whole block.”
“Oh, my gosh! Are you okay?”
His eyebrows flew north. “I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be? You’re a tiny bit of a thing.”
She stared down at her chubby body. “Tiny? No one has ever called me tiny.”
“I just did. Because you are. So, shall I carry you?”
She shook her head firmly. “No.” She inhaled sharply. “Thank you. I can walk.” She gave him a weak smile. Then she took a step forward and stopped as a wave of dizziness descended upon her. Her grip on his hand tightened.
“Still feeling woozy?” Concern lacing his voice, he bent towards her. He tightened his hold on her hand. “Come here.” He slipped his other arm around her waist and drew her up to his side. Then he released her hand so they could walk comfortably side by side. “I’ll help you get inside.”
He maneuvered her into the building and towards the elevator. Once they entered the elevator, he leaned them both up against the back wall. They rode the elevator in silence to his floor. He escorted her to his room. Once she was safely ensconced in a chair, he handed her a room service menu.
“Tell me what you will eat. You can have anything you want.”
She glanced at the menu. “Eggs and bacon.”
He glanced sharply down at her. “You need some carbs.”
She shook her head.
“Sakura, I don’t want you passing out again. Do you want me to take you to the hospital?”
She sighed. “No. All right. I’ll have some toast too.”
“Perfect.” He grinned and crossed to the phone to place the order.
A minute later, someone knocked on the door.
Hobi glanced at her. “That was quick.” He answered the door.
Jimin greeted him, “Hobi, ready to go?” He peeked around his friend at the cute girl seated in a chair in his hotel room. Then Jimin’s eyes grew wide as he realized that Hobi had a girl in his hotel room. His eyes flew to Hobi’s. “Hobi?” Clearly, he was wondering if she’d spent the night.
“Sakura and I met a breakfast today,” Hobi smoothly answered Jimin’s unspoken question. “She blacked out. I brought her up to my room to keep an eye on her.”
“Uh…we need to leave, Hobi.”
“I have the other rental car. I can meet you all there in a few minutes. She needs to eat some food before we go.”
Jimin wrinkled his brow. “Is she coming with you?”
Hobi nodded.
Strange. This whole situation was strange. Jimin hoped Hobi didn’t get them all into trouble. If any reporters got a hold of any footage of her entering his hotel room, the press would go wild. So would the rumors.
“Be careful, Hobi.”
“It’s all right, Jimin.”
“I hope so. You remember what happened when they found the tape of Jungkook sharing a meal with his tattoo artist friend.” He cleared his throat, before finishing, “And that didn’t involve a hotel room.”
“I know, Jimin. But I’m not gonna leave the girl to fend for herself,” he murmured in his friend’s ear. “She fainted right into my arms.”
Jimin eyed her suspiciously. “I think I should stay with you. Or at least one of our staff members.”
Hobi brightened. “That’s a good idea. Get Eunjeong. She can stay with us.”
Jimin pulled out his phone and called Eunjeong. “I’m not leaving you until she gets here. Oh! There’s your food service cart.” He intercepted it and tipped the server before sending him away. He didn’t get a look into Hobi’s room. Jimin carried the tray into the room and set it on the table next to Sakura.
“Here you go, milady,” he intoned, trying to tease a smile out of her.
She glanced up at Jimin’s friendly face and wondered what planet these kind boys were from. “Thank you.”
“Eat up,” Hobi instructed.
She picked up her chopsticks and began to eat her breakfast. Slowly. But surely. This time.
Hobi watched her to make sure she ate every morsel. Jimin watched Hobi observing Sakura. He bent towards his friend’s ear and breathed, “You’re really worried about this girl. Why?”
Hobi shrugged. He wasn’t about to explain his concerns in front of Sakura. Suddenly, a knock sounded on the door. Jimin walked up to the door and called out, “Who’s there?”
“Eunjeong,” came her soft reply.
Jimin swung the door open. “Eunjeong! Come in! Come in! You’re going to babysit Hobi and his new friend. You’ll escort them to the stadium. We’ll see you all soon. Right, Hobi?” Jimin quirked a dark eyebrow as he turned towards his friend.
“Of course,” Hobi murmured.
But he wasn’t looking at Jimin. He had eyes only for the girl seated in his hotel room. She was eating every bite of the breakfast Hobi had just bought for her. He would make sure of it.
