"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.)
Namjoon gapes at Seokjin. "So... there isn't actually a ghost?"
Seokjin nods, calm as ever. "Yep. Totally human. I checked."
Y/N is right beside him - until Hoseok swoops in and drags her away like she's a sack of rice.
"That means someone locked the doors?" Jungkook asks.
Jimin strolls over, keys in hand. Click. The door swings open. Everyone gasps.
"IT WAS LOCKED WITH A KEY???" Namjoon yells.
"But Seokjin said a ghost did it!" Hoseok points at Seokjin, wide-eyed.
Seokjin gulps, looking around innocently.
"So... Soobin wasn't lying?" Felix asks.
"Nope. Totally human," Y/N confirms.
"And... how did you find out? Some... kissing proof?" Eunwo steps in dramatically.
Hoseok gasps loudly. Seokjin glares at him.
"NO, OPPAAAA! WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!" Y/N shouts.
"I didn't think it necessary to answer a fake priest," Seokjin mutters.
Eunwo folds his arms. Felix sniffles dramatically.
"Look, I'm just happy there's no ghost. I can't get another job - everyone calls me a peeled-off mango! DO I LOOK LIKE ONE, HUH??"
Jungkook hugs Felix, patting him like a worried sibling.
Namjoon claps his hands. "Work hours! Everyone back to work! And if you don't have a room, get out NOW!!"
Hoseok sighs, dragging Y/N out of the hotel. Seokjin tries to follow but trips over a bag in his face.
"DELIVER IT TO ROOM 100 NOW!" Namjoon barks.
Seokjin groans, shuffling to deliver luggage like a grumpy drama king. Felix, Jeongin, and Jungkook dive into work. Namjoon and Jimin do the same. Eunwo grabs his bag and bolts out of the hotel, screaming.
Felix squints at him. "Weird jerk."
Jackson pops out of the elevator, removing his goggles and looking confused.
"Why's the door open?"
"Because... it's open, sir," his guard replies.
"BUT HOW?" Jackson looks around the suddenly busy lobby - everything's back to normal.
"So this mango is a bellboy? I thought he was a sweeper," Jackson mutters, pointing at Felix.
Seokjin storms out of the elevator, panting. Jackson fires his gun in the air. Seokjin winces. People panic.
"Stand back!" Jackson orders a fleeing lady. She freezes.
"WHERE IS MY MANAGER SISTER???" Jackson yells, gun blazing.
Namjoon rushes over. "Sir, calm down. She left with her brother. She'll be back."
Jackson nods, still scanning the lobby with a fake smile. Seokjin mutters curses, secretly slipping out of the hotel. He flags down a cab.
"MY APARTMENT!!" he shouts.
"Do I look like your uncle? Just tell me the address!" the driver yells.
Seokjin huffs. "Yeah... don't yell in your ugly voice," and gives the location.
The cab stops. Seokjin bursts inside his apartment, lights flick on, fridge opens. He exhales.
"Thank God everything's alright," he mumbles, flopping on the couch.
---
INT. Y/N & HOSEOK'S HOUSE - NIGHT
Hoseok and Y/N walk in. Their parents spring up.
"WHERE WERE YOU?!" Mom hugs Y/N tight.
"I... nothing, eomma. Door lock jammed, I was with Hoseok," Y/N sniffles.
"You two okay?" Dad asks. They nod.
---
INT. YOONGI'S APARTMENT - CHINA
Yoongi sips tea, staring at the ocean. Phone rings.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Min Yoongi. Someone wants to pull ten billion from your account," a bank lady informs.
Yoongi chokes on his tea. "Who?!"
The lady hands the phone to Eunwo. "Excuse me, sir, your name?"
"Cha Eunwo," he replies, smiling.
Yoongi jumps up. "Don't give him a penny! I'm coming back!!" He slams the phone down, grabs his tea, and stares at the sea.
Mrs. Wang walks in, tea in hand, dressed as a maid.
"The paper in Hong Kong is signed, right?" Yoongi asks. She nods.
"Now... sweep the floor," Yoongi commands. Mrs. Wang freezes, then trudges away. Yoongi sips his tea like a king.
---
INT. Y/N'S ROOM - NIGHT
Y/N paces, phone in hand. It rings.
"MY MONEY!!" she screams.
Seokjin's voice buzzes through. "ONLY TWENTY MINUTES OUT OF THE HOTEL, STOP ANNOYING MY HANDSOME SELF!!"
Y/N slumps on the bed, whines.
"Did you find the paper?"
"No. But when I do... whoever it is won't escape," Seokjin replies.
Before she can respond, click. He hangs up.
Y/N curses, eyeing his collar ID. Seokjin locks his apartment, hops on his bicycle, and speeds to the hotel like a melodramatic hero leaving work incomplete.
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