The Tour Hotel | BTS fanfic

The Tour Hotel | BTS fanfic

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You slowly walked towards the main reception of the hotel you grew up in. You dad, the owner of the hotel, wanted to speak to you. "I'm leaving you in charge while I go to America." He explained "Why me? Why not mum?" I shouted "Your mother is coming with me and I trust you the most out of everyone." He said calmly "Fine!" I said my voice full of annoyance. "The rest of your group can move in as well." He assured "Really? That's great!" I laughed "One more thing, floor 3 will have a band living on their." He said happily "Who?" I said intrigued
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I-ji is chasing her dream of becoming a hair colourist, packing up and moving from London for a working-holiday to study at Seoul Beauty School. Happy to begin a new chapter of her life, she is unwilling for others to find out about the past that troubles her. During a night shift at the convenience store, she unexpectedly meets Min Yoongi, member of the worldwide successful boyband BTS, and together they devise a plan to quit smoking together. Throughout their ultimately unsuccessful attempt to quit, they find unexpected friendship and solace in one another. Will their relationship prevail over the curveballs that life throws at them? Read to find out. Preview: "A pack of Marlboro Reds please," he said while placing down a bottle of black americano. "May I see your ID?" He rummages in his pockets, and holds his card up to me. 'Min Yoongi 9 March 1993', it read. "You've got a lovely baby face, Mr. Customer. You don't look a day over 18," I said with a smile on my face. "You ought to stop smoking, sir. I'm sure you know it's bad for your health," I continued, as I checked his shopping out. "I don't think nagging your customers is part of your duties as a part-time convenience store worker," said customer quipped with a hint of impatience. I simply smiled, deciding to pull out a card from beneath the counter for special customers like him. "Here's a quit smoking hotline, sir. I wish you good health and happiness," while handing over his shopping." "Stop working so hard, 알바생", and with two long strides he left into the dark night, leaving a lingering sound of the wind chimes as the only proof that he was ever there. Status: Rapidly updating. God knows that I'll procrastinate and eventually forget that this book exists if I don't finish it in two weeks. Update: Took much longer than two weeks, but it is now complete.

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