Hotel Del Luna

The first day at Hotel Del Luna pt 1

When Koo Chan Sung got home, he immediately dashed into his room and found a large package sitting on his desk. He opened it up, hurriedly to find a pair of shiny, blue and white tap-dancing like shoes in it. These were the shoes that Jang Man Wol sent? He was not going to wear these hideous shoes, ever! He threw them out the window, vowing to never wear them.

"God. Why does that Jang Man Wol woman want me to work at her hotel so much? It doesn't make sense! I only just arrived in Korea! Give me a break!" Chan Sung exclaimed, kicking his desk.

"So, how did it all go?" Sanchez asked, curiously as he strolled into the room.

"Well, I dunno. The hotel is huge! It's really really really big inside. It's pretty much a 10 star hotel!

"Really? Do you think I could go stay there?" Sanchez questioned, getting excited.

"Um. Well, no. Not right now." Chan Sung mumbled remembering that only ghosts could stay there.

"Oh. I called Veronica when you were gone. She's doing great. She isn't coming to Korea any soon but she will later in the year apparently." Sanchez informed him about his girlfriend in the US.

"Really? That's nice to hear. Sounds like you really love her." Chan Sung grinned.

"Well duh! Why else will she be my girlfriend? Well, goodnight." Sanchez replied and he left the room.

Chan Sung smiled, softly and got ready for bed. He didn't notice a furious figure standing behind him with his tap shoes that he had thrown out the window.

"Doesn't these belong to you?" The figure muttered. The anger could clearly be heard in the tone she was using. Chan Sung spun around to see..... Jang Man Wol?

"Nice room. But way too plain." She murmured, spreading across his bed.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!" Chan Sung screeched, angrily.

"I'm here to return your SHOES!" Man Wol roared in a high pitched tone.

"Well, go. I am NOT wearing those shoes." He haughtily replied.

"I better see you at work tomorrow at Hotel Del Luna with these shoes on." Man Wol growled as she disappeared on the spot. Chan Sung was left staring after her spot with a blank look on his face, holding the shoes he was to wear tomorrow.

But what if he didn't go? Would this crazy woman do something to him? Who was she anyway? She was basically a stalker! He shuddered as chill creeped up his spine. Perhaps this was all a dream. Perhaps he'll wake up tomorrow and find a pair of odd shoes he'd brought. He'd go to the exact spot where the Hotel was and the hotel wouldn't be there. Yes, maybe that's what he would do.