❛ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞. 𝗌𝗄𝗓 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋

❛ :: 𝗎𝗇𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗈𝗌

IF THERE'S ONE THING that Charlie despises, it's lack of organisation of any form. He likes everything to be neat, hence why his wardrobe is designed by colour, type and material — yes. Material. He almost cried once because Seungmin decided to mess with him and placed one of his silks with his cottons—he didn't speak with the younger male for four days. He prefers for his business matters to go according to his planner, which his manager is often so kind to type out for him.

Now, he's not too concerned about one or two things changing; he can simply adjust his schedule. But when the schedule is an absolute mess with no proper planning or care, that's when he starts to feel the trickle of agitation. He's also not fussy about certain conditions, for instance, smaller rooms. It's never been a problem for him, until now.

Jet lag anchored to his bones, weighing down his body as he focused on each step. One step in front of the other. It had been a long flight, and he was already exhausted before even boarding the plane, having rushed straight to the airport after a heavy day of filming. To make matters worse, Charlie struggled to sleep on planes, his mind only drifting into a light stupor for twenty minutes before the rocking of the aircraft reactivated his consciousness.

He was so tired that he found himself leaning into Hyunjin's side, relying on him to stay upright. His eyes fluttered between open and closed, his vision bleary. The poorly lit lobby blurred around him, appearing almost bare. Charlie blamed his exhausted mind for imagining the moss that seemed to be growing on one of the stained walls.

"The organisers should have told you that we'd be staying here. They booked us a whole floor to ourselves to avoid-"

"We are aware. And you have a whole floor as promised with the exception of two rooms which hold other guests. We apologise for the mix up, but there are more than enough rooms on that floor for your party, and I'm sure our fellow guests on that floor won't give you any trouble."

Their manager let out an exasperated sigh but gave in nonetheless. It was 3 a.m., and Charlie was nearly passed out in Hyunjin's arms from exhaustion. The rooms had already been booked, and there was no guarantee that any other hotels in the area could offer an entire floor on such short notice. With no other choice, he gritted his teeth, handed out keys to each member and staff member, and hoped they wouldn't be unlucky enough to share the floor with a potential threat.

"There will be two of you in each room. Hyunjin, are you okay with sharing with Charlie? Will you be able to get him up to the room or do you need someone else to help?"

"I've got him," Hyunjin replied, grasping the key with his spare hand.

Stubbornly, Charlie pushed himself away from Hyunjin and started towards the lift wanting to prove that he wasn't reliant. Everyone — even the hotel staff — rolled their eyes, but no one said anything as Hyunjin followed behind him, shaking his head in amusement.

"This place stinks of urine," Charlie grumbled, entering the lift as the doors parted in welcome. Hyunjun hummed in agreement, following behind him with a crinkle of his nose. It really did smell.

The lift was nothing short of terrifying. The doors jutted open with a spine chilling squeak, halting momentarily before parting completely. Charlie rubbed his eyes, adjusting to the sudden influx of fluorescent lighting, brighter than both the lobby and the lift. The harsh light illuminated the carpet, revealing hairs and several stains. It reflected off the walls, highlighting torn wallpaper and several smears—Charlie was almost certain he saw blood.

Hyunjin grimaced, peering up at the ceiling which looked like it could be moments from caving. "The organisers mustn't be fond of us."

Charlie yawned. "You can say that again."