There's a MONSTER in the elevator, Yoonmin fanfic

7. In this world full of dirty secrets

Warning, It's a bit smutty...

✧ Jimin

The elevator stopped and I took the first step out on the soft corridor carpet. Even here, the colors were as red as the rest of the hotel and there seemed to be a clear overclass aura stuffing the air. Further up ahead in the corridor, two steel black double-doors with golden details on them could be seen. They stood beside each other and as Yoongi and I walked closer, I saw the numbers 4 and 5 neatly engraved onto the blank surfaces. The left one was suite number 5.

By now, I started to feel really nervous. It was as if the entire corridor and even the closed doors right in front of us told me that this wasn't right. That I shouldn't be here. And like that, I quickly spun around towards Yoongi. I was undoubtely seeking comfort, encouraging words. I needed to hear something like "we're going to be fine" and it wouldn't even matter if it was sincerely spoken or not. I just wanted to hear it.

However, when I turned around and my eyes carefully met with the sight of Yoongi's face – I noticed that he was frowning.

He looked distressed, irritated and his facial expression even twitched slightly as if he was in pain.

"Um..." I pushed my own problems aside for the moment and studied him with eyes full of worry, "Are you okay?Should we stop?"

He shook his head and seemed to make an effort to pull himself together.

"I'm okay." He insisted and sweeped past me to smoothly unlock the door with a low beeping sound.

Somewhat, but far from fully, trusting his words; I opened the door and we entered the hallway quietly. The size of the overall suite seemed to be at least as big as a 4 room apartment and the view outside the window displayed Seoul in all of its beauty. If we now had the time to admire that.

I turned to Yoongi again who seemed to had stopped only one step into the hallway and nodded for him to come over. Again, he seemed mysteriously irritated, but did obey anyways.

Really, what was with his mood right now? It's kinda strange.

"I search the bedroom and you take the living room to begin with, okay?" I asked, waiting for him to confirm to which he instead gave me a thoughtful look.

"What are we even looking for?"

Oh.

"We're looking for an USB. It should be gray?"

"Got it."

Did he? I decided that he did and went towards the bedroom which door was located right on the corner of the spacy living room. There, I started digging through the closet, even looking under it and when I didn't find what I was looking for; I walked towards the huge king-sized bed instead.

Just as I was busy feeling under the madras and very carefully arranged sheets, I sensed someone's presence right near me. Looking up, I met eyes with Yoongi who at some moment, when I was busy searching had entered the room. He now stood right by the side of the bed with a very peculiar smile on his lips. It looked mocking but yet like slightly sad. I sat up on my knees with the sheets rustling lowly beneath me. Like that, I found myself feeling strangely nervous.