Hotel Coro || KSJ

chapter 7

Late night. Rain hammered against the hotel windows. Yoongi smirked, reloading his gun as he stared out of his room. Stretching, he opened the door and stepped out.

Meanwhile, Y/n and Jungkook exited the elevator, dressed casually. Y/n held a plastic bag—they were here to deliver dinner to Seokjin.

They were about to knock when the door swung open on its own. Seokjin stumbled out, panting, clutching his chest.

“Th-there—” he stammered.

“There what?” Y/n asked, gripping his shoulders.

“Ther—”

“THERE WHAT???” Jungkook panicked.

“Is a… cockroach,” Seokjin whispered, trembling.

Jungkook sighed, shaking his head. Y/n rolled her eyes. “I thought it was something serious,” she muttered, stepping inside.

Seokjin hesitated, following them. “Where?” Y/n asked, pulling off her slipper.

Seokjin gulped. “T-there… d-d-down the b-b-bed.” He pointed, sweating.

Y/n crouched, peeking under the bed. Seokjin screamed, hugging the window shade like a lifeline. Jungkook sat cross-legged on the bed, amused. The cockroach scuttled into view. Y/n stomped it flat with her slipper.

Seokjin shrieked again, eyes squeezed shut. Y/n high-fived Jungkook. He scooped up the dead insect and tossed it out the door.

“YOU!! STAY AWAY FROM ME!!” Seokjin yelled, jumping onto the bed.

“It’s just a cockroach. In my house, my Eomma would’ve killed me if I didn’t squash it,” Y/n said, ignoring him. “She says if one escapes, it lays eggs, then there’ll be more. Wardrobes, cupboards—all infested. But now… I’ve killed them all. Even a flying one with my bare hands.”

Seokjin’s eyes widened. He scrambled backward. “GET OUT OF HERE! YOU’RE DIRTY! I JUST TOOK A BATH! UGHHHH! SHE’S DISGUSTING!” He hugged the window shade, trembling.

Y/n ignored him, opening the cup of ramyun and pouring hot water. She slurped as Seokjin continued panicking.

“ASK THIS DIRTY GIRL TO LEAVE, JUNGKOOK!!” he yelled.

Both Y/n and Jungkook giggled. “Look at your face. You’re literally crying,” she teased. Seokjin touched his cheek—sure enough, tears. He buried his face into the shade.

“Have dinner, hyung, then we’ll go out,” Jungkook said.

“W-where are you both going in the middle of the night?” Seokjin asked.

“Night club,” Jungkook replied.

“Your oppa wouldn’t kill you now, huh?” Seokjin asked.

“Oppa is asleep,” Y/n replied.

“And your Eomma wouldn’t spin you inside the washing machine?”

“She’s out with her old friends,” Y/n said.

“And your Appa wouldn’t crucify you for going out with Jungkook?” Seokjin asked.

“I never said he would crucify me,” she replied smoothly.

Seokjin narrowed his eyes. “I-I meant… hang you from the fan, that’s it.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, trying to look innocent.

“Jungkook, drop this mental home,” Seokjin ordered.

“Why??” Y/n gasped.

“You don’t know anything about those clubs. Go home and sleep,” Seokjin said, stepping closer.

“I don’t care! I’m going with Jungkook!” she declared, grabbing his wrist.

Seokjin sighed, following behind them. “Ugh… why is my handsome self running after them?” he muttered.

They entered the elevator. Y/n rolled her eyes, Jungkook smiled nervously.

“Your oppa and Appa are strict only about money, but not now?” Seokjin scolded.

“Then don’t take my money back,” Y/n quipped—cut off by a loud scream.

Their eyes widened. “It’s coming from that room!” Jungkook said, pointing. Y/n twisted the knob, but it was locked.

“Yeah, Mrs. Wang’s room. Yoongi oppa must be…,” Y/n whispered.

Seokjin stopped them, shaking his head. Suddenly, a loud thud echoed.

“Omo… what is he doing with her?” Y/n muttered, hiding behind Seokjin.

The door burst open. Yoongi appeared, two men holding Mrs. Wang by her shoulders—but she was fine, laughing and struggling.

“Oh! Y/n!” Yoongi called. She zipped her mouth shut as Seokjin smacked her lightly.

Yoongi handed some papers to Seokjin. “I’m leaving the country with this lady for a while. Keep her safe. I’ll return for the rest,” he said, walking away, Mrs. Wang trailing behind, yelling theatrically.

Yoongi disappeared into the night. Y/n yawned. “I should go to sleep,” she muttered, heading for the elevator. Jungkook followed.

Seokjin glanced at the papers. “I don’t have space in my wardrobe… and this Yoongi,” he muttered, groaning as he entered the elevator.

Back in his room, he tossed the ramyun cups into the dustbin. “At least she’ll sleep… I should too.” He pulled the blanket over himself.

Suddenly, the blanket was yanked off at lightning speed. Seokjin shot upright, grabbed it from the floor, and muttered, “This room sucks… but at least it’s better than that pigeon apartment.”

He lay back down. Pillow flew into his face. “NOT MY HANDSOME FACE!!!” he yelled, turning the lights on, banging his head lightly on the wall, then dramatically flopped onto the floor like a dead body. Closing his eyes tightly, he finally fell asleep, utterly exhausted.