Night had fallen like a velvet curtain over the city, the moon a pale sentinel in the gloomy sky. A chilly wind whispered along the streets, carrying the faint scent of wet asphalt and distant traffic. Seokjin stepped out of the hotel, shoulders squared, uniform immaculate: his white shirt crisp under the fitted black blazer, black pants falling perfectly, the employee badge glinting faintly under the streetlights. His round doe eyes caught every reflection of the moonlight, his plump soft lips pressed into a habitual expression of restrained amusement, and his reddish-brown hair shone faintly in the dim glow.
“YEAH WAIT FOR ME!!!” Y/N’s voice called from behind him.
“This maid,” Seokjin mumbled, groaning, not turning immediately.
She fell into step beside him, smiling faintly. “Even if you have took money from me, I still consider you as a human being,” she said, walking with him.
He counted the stars above, ignoring her, letting the cold air wash over him.
“If we had a room in our hotel, it would have been eazy for us, right?” Y/N asked.
Seokjin’s eyes slowly glistened. “d-don’t talk ab-about room,” he mumbled.
They stopped walking. She placed a hand lightly on his arm. “Don’t worry. One day we will get it,” she consoled.
He hummed softly and resumed walking. “Today I have swept twenty plus rooms. Namjoon oppa looked proud on me. He will probably give me a room in there,” she added, a note of pride in her voice.
He smiled faintly at her self-satisfaction. “Only his favorite employees could get that,” he remarked, staring straight ahead.
“So? I can also be his favorite employee. I always start sweeping whenever he is in front of me. You don’t know anything about politics,” Y/N replied.
“Shut your mouth y/n, and leave me alone,” Seokjin groaned, gently pushing her away.
“Why are you pushing a women? Should I call the cops?” Y/N asked, pulling out her phone.
“Yes, call, but the asylum for you,” Seokjin replied.
“Are you telling me that I’m mentally ill?” she asked.
He hummed, nodding his head.
“That’s okay. A young women like me works as a maid in a hotel, with some lazy employees, because she never got a job, make fun of me, that’s fine,” she mumbled, kicking a small rock at her feet.
He looked at her, incredulous. “Now why are you bringing that topic?”
“Instead of helping me and marrying me, you are borrowing money from me,” Y/N said, sniffing.
“Cry, shed river from your eyes, I’m not falling for this drama you are going to pull,” Seokjin said, a dry humor in his tone.
She looked at him steadily. “Are you even going to clear your debt?”
He shook his head.
“And I’m not going to marry you. Go and find some chef or sweeper to marry with. UGHHH being handsome is a crime these days,” Seokjin said.
She huffed, pushing him lightly. “You are not that handsome, and that was the deal between us. You will marry me!”
He hissed, standing up and pushing her back slightly. “What kind of shamelessness is this?”
She crossed her arms, eyes daring him. “Return my money or marry me.”
“So you are pulling this marriage act just to make you pay the money back, right?” Seokjin asked.
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Hotel Coro || KSJ
Fanfiction"Behind the door of Room 400, whispers stir and shadows play, What lingers there may change your fate... if you dare to stay." (Everything written in this book is fictional it has nothing to do with the idol's life, thank you.)
