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taehyung wakes up with a crick in his neck, wincing as he lifts his head up. he's the first one up, jeon and jimin are sound asleep on the couches, faces snuggled into the backrest. great, he could leave without them noticing. and he wouldn't have to explain to them that his rich parents had sent a private driver to save him from the end of the world. as quietly as possible, he changes into a fresh set of clothes, and some sneakers. he doesn't own any normal brand name clothes, so he opts with a tracksuit from versace. he zips up the zipper and puts away his belongings in the ridiculous heavy backpack.
well, his little adventure with jeon was over now. why am i kinda sad? with a toothpaste covered finger, he brushes his teeth to the best of his ability, swishing water from his bottle to not make any noise. taehyung is definitely not used to such low standards of living, as preppy as that sounds. peeking into the small living area to confirm that both boys are still sound asleep, taehyung swings his backpack over his shoulders and heads upstairs.
he can't hear anything from outside, but he can make out the faint light of day. he's surprised to see his phone is still at 65% when he goes to call his mom. the phone rings a couple times before a voice answers. "hello, this is suriya. how are you taehyung?"
ah, the master of keys at the kim manor. "hi, i'm good. uh, is my mom around?"
"your father and her left to japan a couple of hours ago. they stopped here after their trip abroad, and your mom left her phone. do you need something mister?"
japan? huh? taehyung frowns, "oh. uh, no, thank you. i'll see you later."
he hangs up.
his plan of leaving is almost perfect until he realizes he doesn't have the keys to unlock the door. he tries jiggling it around, but it doesn't budge. where the hell did jimin leave them? setting down his bag, he goes behind the counter and crouches down, instantly regretting it he feels a surge of pain develop in his ankle. it's not as bad as yesterday, but he can still feel the damaged tendons.
searching for the keys was a hard task, he couldn't not make noise as he opened drawers and patted around for the metal object, almost knocking over a bin of medicine. he could try the windows. . .
"looking for these?"
taehyung whips around, coming face to face with jimin. the latter looks adorable in his oversized clothing, courtesy of jeon. jimin holds the keys in front of him, "why didn't you just wake me up?"
taehyung looks at him as he inserts the key into the keyhole. "i didn't want to wake you."
the door opens.
outside, there's litter scattered around the streets and the remnants of the aftermath of last night. but it's empty. too empty. taehyung picks up his backpack, "well, i'll be off. thank you jimin, and tell jeon— actually you don't have to tell him anything, he doesn't care. uh, take care."
taehyung steps out. jimin puts his hand on his shoulder, "taehyung. if he didn't care he wouldn't of brought you here with him."
oh jimin, i wish it were like that. taehyung gives him a small smile and waves. "you can always come back if you want, i'll be here!"
and with that, taehyung proceeds down the freakishly empty streets.
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when he reaches solar hotel, there's a lot more people present. it seemed as if the whole street downstairs had been closed off. taehyung approaches the clerk, "hi, i'm kim taehyung, owner of this hotel. i think my mom called in."
"id please."
taehyung hands her his identification. her eyes widen a little, and he tells right off the bat that she grows nervous as she realizes who's standing in front of her. "oh yes, your penthouse is ready, here's your key."
with a polite thank you, taehyung enters the elevator and ascends up to the highest floor with courtesy of his single key. a little tune plays on the elevator, something that has always annoyed taehyung. he catches his reflection on the glass walls and almost grimaces at his appearance. no wonder the clerk had looked at him in disbelief. his skin was dry and his hair was starting to get greasy. how had he not seen himself before?
the elevator doors open, and taehyung steps out of it, entering the luxurious room. the large window wall outlooks the city, which seems to be just as busy as ever. they've got it under control. he closes the large doors behind him, completely closing himself inside. the first thing he does is step inside the bathroom.
he's yearning for a shower, desperately turning on the handles and discarding his clothing onto the floor. the hot water cascades down his honey skin, taehyung wastes no time in lathering himself up with soap and shampoo; lavender and chamomile. he unwraps the gauze from his ankle and throws it away, gently massaging the tender area. the brunette doesn't get out of the shower until his skin is red and raw.
after dressing with the clothes that were already in the closets, he sits down on the couch, sighing contently at the plush material. he turns on the tv, surfing through the channels until he spots the news. his phone rings, the caller id unknown.
"hello?"
"taehyung— safe— train—," once again, the same static from the train ride call reappears. he can't make out anything that the caller is saying, ". . . "
he hangs up, frowning. the news didn't show anything related to the zombies. should he be worried? it was only 6:23 in the morning, his driver wouldn't arrive until another two hours. a little pang of guilt hits him: he could've asked jimin and jeon to come with him to this luxurious suite. there was two extra rooms and plenty of food for the three of them. i never erased jeon's number off my phone. . .
