Sunrise

Chapter 7

On the evening of the flight, we carpool to the airport. I wanted to drive myself, but somehow Taehyung had convinced me that carpooling would be better. The car ride was silent, and our seats were separated on the flight. I barely spoke a word to him until we reached the hotel.

I check myself in and wait for Taehyung to do the same and get his key. I don't know what room he's in, since he doesn't bother to show me his hotel booking, but I assume it's somewhat close to mine. Even though we traveled in silence, I still like him being near, it makes me feel safe.

"What?" I hear Taehyung say angrily. I look up from my phone to watch him. "What are you saying?"

"There is no room under your name, sir."

My eyes grow wide as I hear what she says. Taehyung's head whips around to face me in disbelief. I cannot fathom what is happening right now. Did Janice make some sort of mistake? Or was this a cruel joke she was playing? Either way, I'm telling HR, this is ridiculous.

"There's no way, I was told we were each booked a room."

"I'm sorry sir, there's really nothing I can do. I would offer you another room, but we are completely booked tonight because of the conference." The attendant looks at him apologetically.

Taehyung turns to look at me, his eyes almost pleading. I stare back in confusion. Surely he could find another hotel, there were so many around us.

"Y/N," he says, stalking over toward me. "I know this is a lot to ask, but do you think that maybe-" he clears his throat, "maybe you'd let me share the room with you?"

My mouth hangs as I process what he says. "Absolutely not. Are you crazy? There are so many hotels around us, just go find another one."

"Please Y/N, it would be so much easier if I stayed here. I promise to have a word with Janice about this, but right now I'm so tired. I'll sleep on the couch, or even the floor."

Part of me wants to tell him no. I want to throw him out onto the streets and tell him to fend for himself – that he wouldn't find any charity with me. The other part, the stupidly nice part, wants to tell him that he can share a room with me and that it is all okay. Of course, that stupid part of me wins. "Idiot. You pull anything funny and I'll cut your dick off. Come with me." I grab my suitcase and walk angrily towards the elevator.

He nods and follows me, the perfect picture of obedience. Once we reach the room, I leave my luggage with Taehyung and hurry inside. If he wants a room, he's going to have to work for it. I look around for the couch he mentioned but it's nowhere in sight. Just a decently-sized bed with the sheets pulled tight and a small armchair.

"Taehyung, where's that couch you were talking about?"

"Huh," he says scratching his head, "that lady downstairs said there would be a couch."

"I wonder if she's lying about all this in an attempt to get you and I to share a room together."

"Don't be silly, no one has a secret agenda like that."

"So, do you want me to ask for extra sheets so you can make a little bed on the ground?"

He chuckles slightly and flops back onto the bed, stretching his arms. "Actually, this bed is quite nice. I think I'll stay here."

"You forget who's room you're in."

He props himself up on an elbow and gives me a sly smile. "You agreed to let me share, now stop being so authoritative." He pauses for a moment, thinking, "actually wait, I love it when you tell me what to do." He says, winking.