Last Resort - KTH BTS FanFic - ***Completed

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Frankie looked at the woman behind the white counter in disbelief. These reservations had been made months ago. The same reservations she always made, and everything was supposed to go perfectly, just like it always had before. Top floor suite, kitchen, courtyard view, two weeks.

"Your reservation is intact," the woman typed into the computer nervously, "It just has some minor changes." She typed again, "You've just been downgraded from a Presidential suite to an executive suite, at the lower rate of course. It doesn't have a kitchen, but the room service will be on the house for the duration of the stay. Oh!" her eyes light up, "And you have the ocean view!"

"I don't want the ocean view," Frankie sighed, trying hard not to stomp her foot like a petulant child, "I want the kitchen so I can cook for myself! I want to watch the flowers bloom in the courtyard!"

"I know, Miss Carter," the concierge looked at her sympathetically, "But we had a last-minute booking by a large celebrity group. They ended up needing the rest of the third floor so they could stay near one another."

"Celebrity group?" Frankie's voice was equal parts curious and incredulous. Wasn't she, the owner of the largest chain of female-owned, Michelin-rated restaurants in the country, considered a celebrity?

"A boy band from Korea," the woman whispered conspiratorially, "BTS."

"A boy band," Frankie crossed her arms, "I'm losing my four-year-running reservation to a boy band?"

The woman nodded apologetically, "Yes, but we will do everything in our power to make sure your stay is as memorable as the ones before it."

Frankie sighed. She knew it wasn't this poor girl's fault, and she knew she should stop being a dick about it. This was her only real vacation she got every year, and even though it seemed bleak at this point, it was up to her to make the best of it. If she went home, she would be inundated with calls just like she always was. This was her safe-haven, so she wasn't going to give it up any time soon.

"Okay. I'm sorry for my attitude. I know you're trying your hardest."

"Thank you, Miss Carter," the woman blushed, smiling at her words, "We...I...appreciate you working with us."

Frankie signed the paperwork, receiving a keycard for suite 308 and stepping outside to smoke while the porters took her bags to her room. She wouldn't need to go to town for wine or food, at least, meaning she wouldn't be in a position to get signal to her phone. Maybe that was a blessing in disguise. Finishing her cigarette, she tamped out the butt into a nearby silver ashtray and turned to go back inside to the main lobby. As she did, she was distracted by two large vans pulling into the roundabout, playing music loudly.

Several men exited the vans as soon as they stopped, laughing loudly and clapping each other on the back as the drivers struggled to pull out enough luggage to supply a decent-sized village. They looked young, tall, and fit, although she couldn't see their faces well from where she was standing.

"Probably the bitches who stole my courtyard view," she mumbled under her breath, rolling her eyes and going inside.

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