Yoongi’s eyes flew open the next morning and the bed beside him was cold. His heart dropped instantly. “Mimi…?” he whispered, sitting up and scanning the empty room. Panic surged through his veins.
He scrambled out of bed, yanking on his jeans and shirt hastily, his hair messy, his face twisted with worry. He stormed out of the room and straight to the front desk. “Did you see the woman who was with me last night? Where the hell did she go?” he demanded breathlessly.

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