Blaze

Hot or Cold?

"Nothing looks out of the unordinary," Suho said.

"If something happened," Namjoo estimated, "it couldn't have been on the first floor. This club is pretty big." She turned to look behind them where countless halls loomed on and continued, "It's probably where businesses, private or formal, meet perhaps. That means the private sections are here on the second floor."

Suho turned to glance behind them. There were people dancing by the railing; others calmly chilling and chatting away. Some of them had sophisticated airs about them, like they were just out for a night of relaxation before returning to their life of stress. Like downstairs, there was a crowd, yet the wilder life seemed to be misplaced on the first floor.

"Yea, the VIP area is up here," Suho nodded his head toward their left upon noticing a sign forbidding entrance.

Namjoo followed his gaze and turned to look at the friendly crowd too immersed in their enjoyment.

"We should check it out."

Suho grabbed her arm when she took a step forward, "Don't use your gun, Namjoo. It's going to alert everyone. We don't need to be explaining to Victoria what we were doing here in the middle of the night."

"Alright," she agreed.

They checked around the empty hallway for any security guard that may be present, but found none. Without hesitating they entered the looming hallway with a various amount of closed doors on every side. The pounding music from downstairs seemed more and more distant now.

The carpet was a dark gray and the walls a shade of some almost black color. Rays of dim lights from overhead shone atop the crowns of their heads and all remained deathly silence. There was a stench of liquor and air freshener swimming through the air. His guts barely twisted from the obnoxious smell.

The white doors made him feel like they were walking down some hospital institute. It made him feel nervous with his hair standing on edge. Each door they passed offered a stealthy silence and he couldn't even imagine what happened behind each blockade of the wall. Was there some mischief on the other end or was there really important meetings and celebrations taking place?

He watched Namjoo press her ear gently against a door and step back with a shake of her head. Withholding a sigh they continued on.

"Should we go back?" Suho suggested when they reached the middle of the hallway where there was an intersection.

From down the hallway opposite them Suho could hear loud laughter and cheering. The life of the night club was reaching back to his ears, but Namjoo seemed to be staring at something.

"What?"

"I'm going to go wash my hands. I got them dirty from wiping her makeup off earlier."

"The bathroom's out of order," Suho told gesturing his head toward the sign in front of the women's bathroom. "We can go downstairs to look for the other one."

"I'm just going to wash my hand," Namjoo pressed on. "I'll be quick."

"Ok. I'll wait here for you."

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Namjoo was feeling sick, in a queasy way and it wasn't a very pleasant feeling. Her mind wasn't swirling, but something was spinning inside her stomach and her abdomen hurt a little, for some reason she couldn't decipher.

Pushing the door open she walked toward the sink and immediately turned on the water. Grabbing the sink she leaned forward, heaving a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm her sickness. She feared that if this sickness didn't go away she'd have to leave the searching to Suho, but she didn't want him to do it alone. A sudden noise of some sort of loud thump caught her attention before her head immediately swerved to her left where the toilet stalls were.