POKER CHIP | myg sb!au (18+)

[PART 20]

After a pleasantly calm ride through the glittering city, Yoongi pulled the car up to the valet station on the roundabout of an elite hotel. Instantly the door was opened for you, and you carefully exited without spilling any of your celebratory drink.

The man standing under the rented roofing outside of the door was dressed in a white shirt topped with a maroon vest, and black bow tie. He was smiling brightly, bowing deeply as he greeted you.

"Welcome back to the Tres Spades Mr Min, may I take your car?" He asked politely.

The Tres Spades. The same place this all started. They must've had places all over the world no doubt.

"The car belongs to my woman, but here you go," he accepted impassively as he passed him the key and scooped you up instead, arm around your waist so he could lead you up the carpeted, marble steps.

The lobby you were brought into was even more impressive to say the least. White and black marble checkered the floor with a grand staircase stopping half way for the elevators, before splitting left and right to reach the mezzanine. To your left was a large seating area, with velvet sofa's, glass coffee tables, and fireplaces extending underneath the balcony. Then on your right where you were headed, was the reception.

On the front of the desk in gold plating was the hotel's name again in a fancy cursive font. Underneath, their logo of an ace of spades, underlined by five stars.

Of course.

"Right away sir," you zoned back in just in time for the neatly dressed woman behind the desk to pass over a black and gold card with the same logo on both sides.

Once you had boarded the elevator to the fiftieth floor, you got an almost panoramic view of the city and gasped in awe of it.

"Just wait till you see the view from the room," Yoongi commented mirthfully, and you grinned as you turned to him.

"My expectations haven't been let down yet," you teased, watching his tongue peak out between his lips to wet them.

"And they never will," on queue with the end of your conversation, the doors parted and he took your hand to show you inside.

When the room lit up automatically, you took a moment to survey what you had. A large living area with a kitchenette on the right side and a door to the bathroom nearby. Then on the left you spotted another door close to the floor-to-ceiling windows, which had to be the bedroom.

"It's gorgeous, how often do you stay here?" You asked curiously, following him further inside while passing him the bottle. He could finally have a drink now that you were home for the evening.

"Once every few months? The owner holds an event here a few times a year, called the IVC's," he explained between his swigs, leaning casually against the back of the sofa.

"Is that why we're here?"

"Not just for the convention, no. But you'll see on Saturday," he smirked mildly, and as much as you wanted to ask and find out what else would be going on, you knew better.

Clearly Yoongi enjoyed seeing the surprise on your face whenever he showed you something magnificent and you didn't want to take that joy away from him.

"I'm gonna go have a shower, you hungry?" He suddenly looked from the end table nearby, where there was a fancy tablet sitting on top, then back to you.

"Starving," you groaned, only for him to crack a wide smile because he had the solution.

"You can use that tablet to order some room service, get whatever you want but I have a feeling you won't want anything else when you see their fried chicken," he chuckled to himself, passing you the bottle back so he could step around you, disappearing into the bedroom.