Señorita ✤ Choi Minho

✤chapter 7

you walked in and it felt everything will be fine

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With the jacket wrapped around, Hyuna stepped in as the wind grew stronger. Vigorous dock moments made her stomach jittery. The weather turned dark, the moon no longer noticeable. Occasionally the harsh ocean waves hitting the barge, making it swing.

The crew went back and forth, getting voice commands and reporting back. Minho yawned, unbothered by the noise in the control room. Hyuna walked over and dropped into the spot next to him.

The man shifted aside, making a sufficient space between them. Resting his head sideways on the aluminum walls. Hyuna, pondering over if she could meet BoA, without the burner phone.

Soon, the thoughts swept away as the electronic wailing increased. Startled by the sound, she shook Minho's arm. 'What's that?'

'Siren,' Minho answered, his eyes still shut close.

'Does that mean the ship's drowning?'

'This isn't titanic'

A member of the crew came forward to ease the tension and inform, they will stop by the lighthouse because of the storm. The captain's gentle nod convincing Hyuna.

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Even after repeated insistence, the captain made sure the lovebirds got a room of their own. He claimed to a modern man despite his age. The lighthouse keeper mentioning a nearby motel only fueled the matter further. So here they were, past midnight, accompanied by a senior crewmate, walking into the old lodge reception. The entry board missing letters, read something in japanese.

'We need a room,' the member requested, watching a middle-aged lady walk into the area. She scrunched her nose, adjusting the oval glasses. Pulling out the register, she checked the entries. 'Only one room.'

'That's enough, I'll go back,' the man told, handing her few notes. The receptionist peered over at the two behind him. Newlyweds. A sweet smile crept on her lips. 'I'll come an hour before we leave,' the sailor said, passing the room key to Minho.

'Is this Japanese?' Hyuna enquired, looking closely at the hanging scroll. Minho shot her the Shut-the-hell-up-I-am-getting-a-migraine look. 'I mean, it could be Chinese,' Hyuna smiled hesitantly, realizing he wasn't in a mood to converse.

Her interest peaked, observing Minho converse with the warden lady. Minho turned around, sensing the eavesdropper behind him. Forcing the key into her palms, he asked her to leave first.

'I'll knock thrice,' He stated, watching her head towards the staircase, before switching his language to Japanese.

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The adjoining streetlight illuminated the corridor to the first floor. Might be one of the reason, the owner didn't bother to switch on common lights. Hyuna checks the number again on the engraved key.

'Strange, it's not here' She paused at the last room, reading the door number. After a slight check, she found the corner leading to the next set of rooms.