fog of vengeance | h. ran

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 10
ᴅᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟɪᴇɴᴛ

"Ahh," Y/N yawns, curling her spine as she stretches her arms. She looks down, finding a white blanket covering her. It's weird, because she remembers she didn't ask for any blankets. She stands up, folding the blanket in her. She glances at Ran's seat, figuring it's empty. He probably goes somewhere else or is fucking the workers. She enters the food cabin, looking for a worker. "May I help you, Mrs Haitani?"

"Ah," Y/N hands the blanket. "It was one of you who placed this on me. Thank you. Here," The worker's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Yet she still takes the blanket. "It wasn't us. It was Mr. H—" "It was them who placed the blanket. You were snoring too loud, they were afraid you might interrupt the pilot." Ran speaks up, appearing behind Y/N. "I snorted?"

"Yes. Very loud. Annoying."

"I didn't ask you."

"I replied for their party."

Y/N glares at him, folding her arms. "Do you have some water?" The worker bows down, before going to a box with a bottle of water. "Here, Mrs." Y/N snatches the bottle, murmuring thank you before walking past Ran and intentionally hits his shoulder. "We'll be arriving in 20 minutes." An announcement comes from tht speaker as Ran goes back to his seat.

Y/N's sitting in the car, she's at left, Ran's at right, leaving an empty space in the middle. "It'd be easier if you have your own assistant." Ran folds his arm, his shoulder leans against the door. "I have Touma." Y/N's fingers are typing fast, she messages her Mother's assistant about the hotel information. "He is your Mother's assistant. Not yours." Y/N shuts her lips into a thin line, holding herself from cursing at him. "Mr. Head to this place." Y/N leans to the front seat. Showing their driver to the hotel.

Touma
Mrs.

Y/N looks down at the screen in her hand.

Y/N
Yes?

Touma
You won't be happy to hear this.

Y/N
What is it?

Touma
President only booked one private guest room.

Y/N
WHAT.

Touma
Yes.

Y/N
Oh, it's okay. I can book another room.

Touma
No. Mrs.
There's only one private guest room at this hotel.
Besides, it's a holiday now. So it's a little..
Um, hard to find any empty rooms.

Y/N
I'll live in another hotel.

Touma
No, please, Mrs! President will scold me for this!

"Shit," Y/N holds her phone.

Touma
Please, you can just sleep other places then on the bed. The room is big! Don't have to share the same bed with him.

Y/N
But still I have to share the same room with him!
Ah
I hate Father.

"Arrived." The driver says, getting out of his car. He raises his hand up, signalling the hotel's workers to come. They bow down, knowing it's the VIP. They help with the luggages as Y/N targets the counter. "안녕하세요, Mrs. Haitani." Y/N places her arm on the counter. "I want to book another room. Still available?" She sounds out of desperation. "Let me check it first, Mrs." The receptionist stares at the screen of the computer, so focused, clicking the mouse. "I'm sorry," Ah, shit.