Don't Play Me! - Jungkook FanFic

02 - The Prank

Chapter 02 – The Prank

Mina

I made a couple of trips up to the front desk, only to turn around and walk away. I was getting suspicious looks from the staff working at the desk and I knew it was only a matter of time before I was asked to leave but I couldn't help calm my nerves.

I only had to go up to the desk and tell them where I am from to get the key card; at least that's what I was told by Alice. I took a deep breath. "I got this." I muttered to myself before making my way to the front desk again. Maybe it's the embarrassment of saying that I'm from an escort service or the nerves from the fact that I was about to enter a total strangers bedroom without their permission but whatever it was I just couldn't get myself to focus. "Think about the money." I was freaking out and talking to myself. Just freaking great.

"Can I help you miss?" The front staff asked me in English, probably guessing from the little pep talk I was giving myself that I wasn't speaking Japanese.

"Yes." I croaked before clearing my throat. "I'm here to collect a key card." I admitted before giving the cold plastic card in my hand to the guy. One look down at it and his gaze snapped up to mine with a silent nod. He probably thought I was here to sex some old geezer up or something equally revolting. I could clearly see the judgment there, until he looked into his system and his gaze widened as if surprised. Okay none of this was helping my nerves, he took his bloody damn time with his little surprised and judgey looks but eventually gave me the key card, telling me it was on the twenty seventh floor.

I picked up my small day bag and started heading towards the elevators. The hushed words spoken behind my back in Japanese was not lost on me. To be honest though I didn't blame the staff, I'm sure even I would have come to the same conclusion if I was working there and a girl with a day bag walked up to the counter with the calling card for a high end escort service called 'Crimson Wings'. I would be judging too but what surprised me was that I expected them to be more used to this type of thing happening all the time. Oh well, I brushed it off my mind while I tried to pick my nerves back up because this was really happening now.

The elevator finally reached the twenty seventh floor and I peeked out when the doors opened. I was given a time frame. A short window and I was really pushing it because I was too chicken shit to go pick up the key card from the front desk. I gave a relieved sigh when there was no one around and I made a mad dash to the room number before fumbling with the key card, trying to get it in the damn slot. I kept looked over my shoulders making sure I wasn't about to be busted. Finally with a merciful beep the door opened and I jumped inside, slamming the door shut behind me. I felt like I was in a freaking bond movie, doing all these sneaky stuff but mission accomplished, I was in the room and no one was here yet. I didn't have much time but I took a minute to look around anyway, taking in the suitcase lying open with a few clothes that still had the tags on. Designer of course. The dressing table was cluttered with cosmetics, perfume and accessories, brand names of course.

I almost felt my eyes rolling. Color me surprised! Not! I guess I should have guessed the privileged pricks who was paying an insane amount for a childish prank had to have enough cash to be living in the lap of luxury.

I heard footsteps right outside the door and panicked for a second thinking, crap! He was about to come in and I wasn't ready but to my utter relief the noise kept fading away as who ever it was kept walking down the hallway.

I jumped into action nonetheless, knowing he could be coming in any minute now. First I hid my shoes away under the bed and kicked my bag under there too. Out of sight, good. Next, I whipped off my shirt and was standing in my strapless bra when I realized the bandeau top I was supposed to change into was in the freaking bag I just kicked under the bed. I was on my knees trying to retrieve it when I heard footsteps again. Hell! I knew I couldn't be lucky twice in a row.