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⚠️Siwon's Hotel Stay (💙SUJU) (Siwon solo)

⚠️TW: mentions of bl00d, g0r3 & d34th⚠️
Special Appearance: Taecyeon (2PM)
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The morning air was cool and crisp, carrying the faint scent of the ocean as it breezed through the quiet streets. A solitary figure, Siwon, strolled leisurely along the sidewalk, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of change in the usual routine of the sleepy coastal town. His thoughts meandered like the waves, touching on the mundane before retreating to the vast unknown of his dreams.

As he approached the hotel, its grandeur stood starkly against the quaint backdrop of the town. The building's façade, a blend of modern sophistication and classical charm, gleamed under the early light, promising a world of comfort and mystery within its walls. The large, ornate doors swung open with a silent grace, beckoning him to step inside the opulent lobby.

Receptionist Taecyeon looked up from his computer screen, a warm smile lighting up his face. "Good morning, Mr. Choi. Welcome to the Ocean's Whisper Hotel. You have a reservation with us?"

Siwon nodded, his eyes still captivated by the grandeur of the lobby. "Yes, it's under the name of Choi Siwon."

Taecyeon's fingers danced across the keyboard, the clacking sound echoing softly in the spacious room. "Ah, yes, here it is. You're in the Deluxe Suite, Room 317. Would you like me to call for a porter?"

Siwon, feeling a mix of excitement and curiosity, decided to find the room himself. "No, thank you. I'd like to explore the hotel a bit," he replied, taking the key card and a small envelope with the room number printed on it.

The elevator doors parted with a soft ding, revealing a plush interior with polished brass buttons. He stepped in and the doors closed smoothly, the only sound being the gentle hum of the ascending machinery. The ride was swift, the elevator seeming to glide through the building's floors with the grace of a silent guardian.

Once in his suite, Siwon found it to be even more exquisite than he had imagined. The spacious living room boasted a panoramic view of the ocean, the waves stretching out as far as the eye could see. A king-sized bed, dressed in pristine white linens, dominated the adjacent bedroom, with a balcony that offered a more intimate view of the coastline.

As he set down his luggage, something caught his eye - a small, colorful square on the floor. He bent down to pick it up and found it was a photocard of one of his Super Junior bandmates, Kyuhyun, with a cheeky smile and a thumbs-up. His heart skipped a beat. It had been months since he had seen the faces of his brothers in person. The card brought a rush of nostalgia and warmth that filled the room.

Curiosity piqued, he turned on the TV, expecting the usual morning news or a serene beach scene to play. Instead, the screen flickered to life with a scene of chaos - a battle raging in what looked like a dystopian cityscape. He recoiled slightly, the stark contrast between the tranquility of the hotel and the violent images on the screen jolting him.

The images grew increasingly gruesome, the camera lingering on scenes of destruction and despair. The once cheerful photocard in his hand now felt like a stark reminder of the world outside his bubble. The sounds of explosions and screams grew louder, echoing off the suite's walls, making him feel like he was in the midst of the horror unfolding before his eyes. He reached for the remote, his hand trembling slightly as he searched for the power button.

With a sigh of relief, he turned the TV off and stepped out of the room. The plush carpet beneath his feet muffled the sound of his footsteps as he made his way down the corridor. The hotel's serene ambiance returned, wrapping him in a blanket of calm. He rounded the corner and spotted the sign for the "Seaside Café," the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air. The café, located on the mezzanine floor, had a floor-to-ceiling window that offered an unobstructed view of the serene ocean.

Siwon took a seat by the window, his thoughts racing as he reached into his pocket for his phone. Unlocking the screen, he found his gallery filled with images of his bandmates, the blood and gore from the TV momentarily forgotten. But as he scrolled through the photos, his heart skipped a beat. The images had changed. They were no longer the joyful moments he had captured on stage; instead, they were macabre scenes of his bandmates lying in pools of their own blood, their lifeless eyes staring into the camera.

He jolted upright, dropping the phone onto the table with a clatter. His breath came in ragged gasps, his hand shaking as he tried to process what he had just seen. It had to be a glitch, a twisted prank played by an overzealous fan or perhaps a malicious hacker. Yet, the vividness of the images remained burned into his retina, a stark contrast to the tranquil scene outside the café.

With trembling hands, he picked up the phone and checked the photos again. The images had returned to normal, his bandmates smiling and laughing as they always did. But the fear lingered, a cold knot in his stomach. He had to tell someone, get help, or maybe it was all just a figment of his imagination brought on by the eerie TV show.