Everyone belongs with their own. | Min Yoongi FF (Being updated)

Familiar Features |6|

Songs of the chapter - You Are Enough (Sleeping At Last), Look After You (The Fray) & I Love You (Billie Eilish)

The hotel rose like a palace out of the rain, its golden lights glittering against the soaked pavement as Kyomi pulled up to the valet entrance. She stared through the windshield for a moment, blinking at the grandeur of it all — towering glass doors, marble pillars, polished stone steps. She felt out of place before she even stepped out. The valet opened her door with a practiced gesture, and Kyomi gathered her things, trying not to flinch under the rush of cold, wet air. Her curls, still pinned from the salon, were damp at the ends now. Her nerves pulsed as she stepped inside, the warmth and scent of orchids instantly swallowing her.

Mineso was waiting near the lobby's velvet-backed chairs, tapping away at her phone, her coat already draped over her arm. When she looked up and saw Kyomi, her entire face lit up. "Finally!" she beamed, sweeping in with a hug. "You look so tense. We're going to fix that." Kyomi laughed weakly, still trying to absorb how plush everything felt — the chandeliers, the soft hush of expensive quiet, the scent of something floral and expensive in the air. Mineso didn't give her time to second-guess. She linked their arms and headed for the elevator. "Top floor suite. Ocean view. You're welcome."

The ride up felt surreal — a long stretch of mirror walls and soft jazz humming from hidden speakers. They stood side by side in the elevator, still dripping a little from the storm outside. "Can you believe this place?" Mineso asked, touching up her lip gloss in the reflection. "A client of mine owed me a favor. Well—technically, his wife did. Long story." Kyomi chuckled, finally relaxing enough to lean her head against the mirrored wall. "It's beautiful. I... I don't think I've ever stayed anywhere like this." "That's the point," Mineso grinned. "Tonight, we're not nobodies. We're dangerous and stunning and in control."

The suite was breathtaking — pale gold walls, a velvet couch the color of wine, and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the ocean, black and wild beneath the storm. As they stepped inside, the sound of their heels on the polished floor felt too elegant for either of them. They unpacked slowly, wine glasses already clinking from the minibar, music low from Mineso's phone. Kyomi laid out her outfit on the bed: a light purple corseted top, delicate straps barely holding the fabric together, paired with a short white skirt that felt braver than anything she'd worn in years. Mineso's pink top shimmered slightly, hugging her perfectly, and her lace white skirt matched Kyomi's like a secret plan.

As they dressed and did each other's makeup — lashes fluttering, gloss shimmering, cheeks flushed with excitement — the mood lifted. They gossiped about old crushes, shared smirks over flirty messages Mineso had received, and for a moment, Kyomi felt something close to normal. The mirror caught both their reflections as they posed, laughing too loudly. 

They looked like women who were ready to reclaim something — their confidence, their youth, maybe even their power. 

But just beneath Kyomi's smile, there was still something tense — something hidden behind her lashes as she glanced once more at her phone. The storm hadn't let up outside. And neither had the uneasy pull in her chest.

The car ride was filled with low music and Mineso's endless chatter, her energy buzzing in contrast to the steady rhythm of rain against the windows. They had left the hotel glowing, umbrellas barely shielding their carefully styled hair as they slipped into the backseat of a sleek black car Mineso had pre-booked. "I still don't get why you won't tell me where we're going," Kyomi said with a light laugh, trying to match her best friend's enthusiasm. Her legs were crossed tightly, hands fidgeting with the hem of her white skirt. The wine had relaxed her, but not enough to loosen the knot still sitting at the pit of her stomach.