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The hotel is large, designed like an old, wooden lodge, and has people wearing Yukatas around the property.

Namjoon and I learned there is a bathhouse connected to the hotel and that they are doing a small firework show later tonight to celebrate an old tradition for the hotel.

The driver explained that the hotel has been running for over fifty years, and he knows the owner himself. Considering everything, the hotel seems fun-a feeling I haven't had in quite a while.

Although Namjoon and I are still a little on edge, we manage to get signed in and into our room without arguing, which is good because we don't need to be drawing attention.

We walk to our room without causing attention to ourselves, while thanking the driver once we part ways to head to our rooms which are in different directions.

"There are too many people here," Namjoon admits once shutting the door and walking into the room with widen eyes.

The place looks so traditional it's giving off nostalgic memories from what I can only assume are from movies in my memory, but I can't place the movie scenes in my mind. However, the room itself looks extremely old, but rather well kept for its condition of being fifty years old.

I'm sure the owners have had to redo a lot of the building, but for its age, it looks pretty new to me.

"Namjoon, that's everywhere we go, and we're going to have to start facing it eventually," I remind him while ignoring the room and kicking off my shoes. I walk into the room while tossing my backpack on the floor and sitting hard on my tail when it meets the ground.

"You're right," he agrees, which makes me turn to him with a tad of irritation since I can't tell if he's seriously agreeing with me or not, but I still keep my mouth shut.

He walks forward, kicking off his shoes and coming over to me. Saying nothing, he falls flat on his bottom and lays down right beside me.

"Well, should we go to the festival? I mean, yeah we have to lay low, but we can still enjoy ourselves a little, right?"

"You mean the firework show tonight at the hotel? How is it a festival?" I ask, finding myself leaning closer to him.

"I overheard others calling it a festival. There's going to be hot, delicious food, games, even a fun house or two, lighting lanterns at some point, and then the big firework show at midnight. It's free for guests to get in, but we still have to pay for what we buy." Knowing this, it doesn't sound so bad.

"I know it's probably not the time to be enjoying ourselves with everything, and honestly, I feel bad for even thinking about going. I feel so guilty leaving my father behind, but I have to enjoy myself a little. Is that selfish to feel? I don't know, Emiko. Everything's been... getting to me these last few days,"

Probably more than anyone else I can understand him. I know exactly how he's feeling guilt while trying to enjoy life while also risking everything to live it.

Moving from my sitting position on the floor to laying down beside him instead while staring at the ceiling, I take his hand this time with a soft touch.