Sirenic Menace

①Ignore Him

 
The turbulent wind struck against three young men, who stood at the bow of the enormous ferry and gazed with joyous smiles at their destination.

The said destination was none other than Jeju Island, a place they craved to visit madly. It was also their first vacation together, so the significance it held was even more precious.

The sun poured down like an endless flame, heating up their skin despite the gusts of wind, which carried a damp feeling with them.

“I can’t believe we’ll be here for two whole weeks!” Jimin exhaled a breath of bliss, truly eager to tour the entire island.

“I know, right?” Hoseok chuckled. “It feels like a dream.”

“We’ll be away from everything for two weeks, guys. No work, no responsibilities, no controlling parents.” Taehyung’s stomach did tiny flips of ultimate elation at his own words.

“Yeah, but you’ll keep drawing, so you’ll kind of still be working,” Jimin pointed out.

“I don’t see drawing as a job I have to do. I love drawing. And I’ll get tons of inspiration from this trip.”

“It’s way more fun than working at my father’s real estate agency,” Hoseok said.

“And than working at my father’s law firm,” Jimin added with a chuckle. “I wish I could draw like you.”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t pay well yet.”

“We’re still trainees, so we don’t get paid a lot either,” Hoseok snickered, bumping Taehyung’s shoulder. “You started doing what you love late because your mother pestered you to follow your father’s profession. And for the two years you’ve been doing this, you’re doing great! You’re selling your creations in your physical and online shop.”

“Yes, Tae. And even bigger things are coming. We’ll support you, no matter what.”

Taehyung regarded his two best friends with overwhelming gratitude. They were beside him in everything for five years now, and he loved them more than anyone in this world. “Thank you, guys.”

The two smiled in return. Soon, the announcement that they had arrived captured their attention and filled them with even more excitement.

Once they disembarked, they sauntered towards their hostel instead of taking a taxi so they could browse the place.

The thirty-minute walk was absolutely worth it, even though beads of sweat trickled down their skin by the scorching sun. They wiped their damp foreheads with tissues as they stood outside of the hostel and fixed their hair slightly, wanting to look presentable.

Taehyung pushed the door open, and they trod to the reception to their right. “Hello. Um, we have booked a room for three.”

“Hello, I’m Yoongi, and welcome to our hostel,” he said automatically with no fraction of a smile. “IDs.”

The three friends exchanged a look at his frosty behavior. They placed their IDs on the counter, looking away from his apathetic countenance, except Jimin, who seemed to be captivated by his sharp characteristics.

“In which name was the reservation made?”

“Uh, mine. Kim Taehyung.”

Yoongi typed his name into the system, checked the information, and looked up at them. “As you know, there wasn’t available a room for three and you’ll be staying in a room for four. Someone already stays there and will continue to do so throughout your stay here.”

Jimin waved a dismissive hand as he chuckled. “It’s okay, Yoongi-ssi. We like socializing, anyway.”

“You sure seem like it,” Yoongi muttered with an edge of scorn. He pulled out their key card from the third drawer and passed it over. “There’s a shared kitchen on the second floor where you’ll be staying and a bathroom only for men. If you—”