monster | baekhyun

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previously:
i frown, as i stare at the packed space in the truck, duffle bags and briefcases filled to the very top.

he knew, didn't he? he was waiting for their arrival.

"put this on"
he gently throws the hoodie into my open arms, reaching down to retrieve one for himself as well.

without any commands, he slams it shut, slipping into the fabric and pats it down before reaching for my hand.

i stay quiet as i give him a part of me, following him to the office.

***

he pushes the glass door open, a whiff of cool air brushing my hair out of my face.

there is a lady loudly chewing on her gum, her back pressed against her chair with the soles of her shoes revealed as she rests her legs on top of the table.

as soon as she catches a glimpse of us, she stiffens, her legs disappearing under her table. she sits up, her posture aligned with the off-white wall behind her.

"oh, welcome in. haven't seen you in a while sir"
she looks at baekhyun with a sly grin, slightly bowing her head to be respectful.

i frown, her eyes transitioning to mine, her grin snatched from her face.

"w-who is this-she?"
she struggles to put words together at the sight of my small figure, her demeanor changing almost instantly.

"give me the keys, will you?"
baekhyun almost demands, with slight annoyance lingering in his words. he let's go of my hand, stuffing his large hands into his pockets.

as if she had been waiting, the girl behind the counter reaches over to the corner of her table, retrieving a key that seemingly belongs to baekhyun.

"here, sir"
she whispers, her eyes fixated on me with rage in her eyes.

is she his side chick? main chick? crush?

i break eye contact with her to avoid the awkwardness floating in the silenced room, watching baekhyun grab the key from her hand with slight aggression.

"come on"
he speaks quietly, perhaps just so i can hear him.

i slightly nod, glad to remove myself from such an awkward and intense situation. following him up a flow of stairs, our steps come to a complete halt by the door belonging to the room at the very end of hall.

the cold breeze that the clouds carry gives me goosebumps, the darkness of the night making it impossible to read the room number engraved into the bronze door.

"who is she?"
i finally break the silence between us, causing baekhyun to let out a agonizing sigh, as he inserts the key into the key hole and turns it to open the door.

"don't worry bout it"
he responds, pushing the door open, revealing a pitch black space.

as if he is familiar with the room, he simply flicks something in the air, the room lighting up like a christmas tree.

my jaw drops as my eyes observe the beauty of the room. compared to the exterior of the hotel, this room looks like it belongs to a mansion.

a large flat tv, a glass display of bottled wines, a king sized bed hugged with untouched white fabric.

"bought this place two years ago, couldn't stand the carpet floors and cum-stained mattress, so i renovated it"
he partially answers the questions in my head, pushing me inside and slamming the door shut behind us.

i stay quiet as i look around, still in awe that this room is hidden away in this deserted hotel.

"is every room like this?"
i ask, carefully sitting at the very edge of the bed, my arms crossed over my chest.

"no one else stays here"
he replies, dropping the duffel bags that were hanging off of his broad shoulders seconds ago.

"consider this your new home. we aren't going back"
he speaks, stretching his arms out before throwing himself next to me on the pearl white sheets.