Seokjin stepped out of the elevator after a long, exhausting day, a wide grin on his face. He clapped his hands, opened the door to Room 400, and tossed his luggage inside. The door clicked shut behind him. Lights on. Music in his head. He jumped on the bed.
“I always thought those kids were brats… but they’re angels,” he muttered, surveying the room.
After arranging his things, he grabbed a fresh set of clothes and stepped into the bathroom. He turned the shower on, applied soap to his face… but no water came out.
“YEAH, MY HANDSOME EYES ARE BURNING!” he yelled, slapping the showerhead.
Suddenly, water poured from behind him. Spinning, he blinked. “So the shower is—here?” He rubbed his eyes. Nothing. The shower was still where it had been.
Wide-eyed, he muttered, “I wasn’t dreaming. I don’t drink enough to hallucinate… then what in the world—?” He bolted from the bathroom, panting, slippers clattering behind him.
Cautiously, he peeked back. The shower ran by itself. He turned it off, put on his pajamas, and collapsed on the bed. Pulling out his phone, he tried to turn it on—but nothing.
“How? I charged it 100% today!” He replugged it. Still nothing. Frustrated, he tossed it aside.
He flicked the lamp off. Nothing. It stayed on. He whined. “What kind of luxurious life is this?” Pulling the cord, it finally went dark… only to flick back on seconds later.
Seokjin groaned, rubbing his face, when thunder rattled the windows. The windows themselves slammed open and closed. The blanket slid off the bed. The wooden swing chair began swinging by itself.
“I didn’t sign up for this… if this is a Jungkook prank, he’s dead,” he muttered, eyes wide.
He hurled the lamp out the door, slammed it shut, and lay back on the bed. The lights flickered. The shower ran again. His phone rang—dead. He plugged it back in. The chaos continued, relentless.
Exhausted, Seokjin eventually drifted off, hugging the blanket like armor.
Morning arrived. He yawned, pulled the shades, and sunshine streamed in. He rushed into the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, then changed into his bellboy uniform. Watch on, hair styled, reflection checked.
“Handsome,” he whispered, winking at himself.
Stepping into the elevator, he found Felix handling calls. “What kind of room is that, huh?” he asked.
“What?” Felix blinked.
Jeong In burst in, munching on carrots. “That room’s lights are mentally ill! The shower runs by itself! The lamp works without electricity! And the windows… they dance!”
Seokjin groaned. Jeong In threw himself at him. “MY EOMMA LOVES YOU!”
Seokjin pushed him back. Felix crossed his arms. “MY ROOM’S LAMP DOESN’T EVEN NEED ELECTRICITY! THAT’S UNFAIR!”
“I’m talking about my pain, and you’re complaining about yours?!” Seokjin shouted.
“It was closed for years, that’s why all this happens,” Felix shrugged.
“My eomma won’t kill you,” Jeong In added.
“WHO IS YOUR EOMMA?! Why does he talk like that all the time?” Seokjin asked, exasperated.
“Leave him. That room is the most expensive in the hotel. We saved all our Mongos’ money for it, and here you are yelling!” Felix pouted.
Suddenly, Y/n and Jungkook barged in.
YOU ARE READING
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.)
