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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚗 | 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎

| 𝘈, (𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵) 𝘍 | 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳, 𝘏𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳, 𝘚𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘎𝘰𝘳𝘦

| 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 |

↳ 𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 - 𝘑𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘚𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘒𝘪𝘮 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

↳ 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 - 𝘠/𝘕 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘠/𝘕 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘥𝘥 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵.

𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦.

𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘠/𝘕 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴.

(𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 "𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘯" 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴)

𝘛𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 - 𝘖𝘱𝘦𝘯 (𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘬)

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𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷 | 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵

𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 | 𝘔𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

He bought a Crooked Cat

Which caught a Crooked Mouse

And they all lived Happily

In a Crooked House

The drive to the place was way too long when going through with it. Y/N had to make many stops so she wouldn't fall asleep. Well, she wouldn't sleep even if she wanted to. She took a deep breath to prepare for whatever she was going to go through and exited her truck. "Wow, it's so dark out," Y/N huffed out a chuckle. It felt as if the sky was way darker than when she moved into her apartment. the piece of paper and back up at the hotel, Y/N nodded to herself. "This is the place. . .no doubt." she placed the paper back into her bag and looked at the large doors of the place. "Huge place. . .looks like a hotel. Would he be here?" There was a board next to the door, and she leaned back to read it.

Hotel Ruhenheim

Giving you a serene stay.

Y/N pushed the large doors, and the first thing she saw was a reception area. It was abandoned, but it didn't look abandoned. Though when she went around the reception desk to open the door, it was locked. Y/N tried to open the other door on the right, there was wiring that she couldn't get rid of. She blew a slight raspberry, looking at the "Staff Room" sign next to the door. ," she muttered, moving away from the reception desk.

Y/N walked into the left hallway with a line of doors, lightly shaking the handles to see if any of them would open. The fourth door was the first door to open, and she looked around when slowly walking in. Her eyes caught a piece of paper on a dresser, having her automatically move toward it. Y/N chuckled to see a childish drawing of nine tables with a crown over the top right desk.

-

"* Treasure hunt *

Dear Mom Dad"

-

A drawing in the bottom right of a little girl that was labeled "Me" above with an arrow pointing at the little girl. "Treasure hunt, huh," Y/N licked her lips. "I guess some kid staying here drew this. " she let out another chuckle with a shrug. "Sure, I'll look for your treasure." Y/N folded the paper and placed it in her bag before looking around the room for anything. But there was nothing. She exited the room, closing it behind her, and tried to open the remaining doors. The last door at the end was a metal blue door that was locked with a passcode, making her hum in confusion why a door was locked with a passcode. It was labeled "STAFF ONLY," so maybe that was why. But a passcode?

Y/N walked up the stairs after leaving the hallway. Two main doors. The one on the left had the label "Rec Room," and the one on the right was labeled "Cafeteria". this room looked like the drawing. And if the top right table in the drawing had a crown. . .then. . . "The far right," Y/N guessed, walking fast to the far right table at the end of the room and looking around. She got on her knees, raised the cloth, and noticed a key. Not just a regular key, but a gold key. And a piece of paper lay beside it.

"You found the treasure! Congrats!"

She smiled and placed the paper in her bag. Maybe it wasn't something she needed to ensure her that she wasn't crazy when she told Jane about this trip.

Y/N left the cafeteria while looking at the key. She went into the nearest hallway, seeing a bigger pair of doors than the other doors. Walking down, she saw the "bar" label beside the door. Y/N attempted to unlock the door. "Wait. . .how did a kid get a key to one of the locked rooms?" She couldn't help, but question when pausing at the point of removing the key when understanding this key wasn't going to fit . "Maybe I am crazy."

A quick attempt to unlock all the doors, but nothing. Y/N went across the building to the hallway further down. No doors would open until the third showed movements. It was way different than the first hotel room. far right corner, a table the same size as the ones in the cafeteria in the middle with six seats surrounding, and a candlelight. A desk against the left wall. There is a cabinet in the far left corner with a big mirror dresser beside it And there was a scrap of paper on top.

-

"It was our special place. She loved the pretty room with its big mirror. She would wonder what to wear for dinner.

But now it's just me. I thought it might help to come here, but it didn't. There's only emptiness."

-

Y/N frowned, feeling as if this was talking about her. As if it talked about the memories of her and Jeongguk. They didn't have a special place. But her special place was him , cliché or not. to get out of her head, looking back down at the paper. Something caught her eye. The rule on this page. . .it matches the one from my room. Y/N dug into her bag for the paper from her apartment. I wonder if he's still here . She chuckled with no humor. So he got dumped. . .the note at home also mentioned that. And "our special place. . ." he came here with her. , wondering where he could be.

She placed both pieces of paper back in her bag and made her way to the door. Y/N jumped at the sound of glass cracking, turning quickly to see the mirror broken. And she isn't going to deal with that.

So she walked out of the room, not looking back. There is no way she is going to investigate that. She isn't that much of an idiot. . .kind of. Ignoring the fact that she is going out on a whim for a person she only was around her age.

Y/N closed the door behind her and continued down the row of doors, none of them open. Many of them were painted over, so she couldn't use the key. The last door was the same design as the pair of doors of the "bar," and it was labeled "Library." An attempt with the key and the doors were successfully unlocked.

A tiny fist bumped into the air, and Y/N entered the library, briefly looking at the note to pass by.

"Due to employee incompetence and lost keys, the library is temporarily closed. We apologize for the inconvenience."

"Well, a somewhat reason for these locked doors," Y/N spoke with her lips barely separating. Then again, she still needs an explanation for these painted doorknobs. When she entered, a table to her left already had a key lying on. top. It was attached to a label to show it went to room 108.

Well, at least she knows where to go.

The only hallway she hasn't gone as the hallway to the left was rooms 101 to 106. But she didn't leave just yet. A book on another table lay lonely as if it wanted to be read. her to walk to the table and then leave for room 108. Her fingers stroke the hardcover of the book, reading the title. "Cry of the Unseen."

-

"Do you consider yourself kind? You don't get to decide that. It's decided in the unconscious.

Even if you believe you are cold-hearted, you may be warm and emotional inside. . . .And they will sniff it out.

They will be lured by your unconscious kindness, and they will drag you away."

-

Maybe being called to it was not worth it. It was some kind of occult book. Y/N blew a raspberry, "I bet Jane would love this. She's way into this stuff for her age." She looked around the library for more . No other books have caught her attention. But that seemed to be enough for when she heard footsteps running down the hallway on the other side of the door. Her eyes jerked in the direction of the doors, questioning her sanity if she had heard that. or not. Could it be the previous tenant?

Y/N ran out of the library but saw nothing down the hallway.

She frowned but continued her way through the hallway in hopes of seeing a male around her age. And another set of running feet made her slightly pause in her steps. "Is someone there?" her voice echoed through the building, but no response.

She hoped she wasn't going insane. Her adventure had just started.

Y/N exhaled deeply through her nose and continued her way to go back downstairs and into the hallway to the right, going straight to the second door to unlock it. The room was small, like the first room, and she looked around the room . But there was nothing. Y/N's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She looked through the cabinets and the closet, but nothing—went as far as looking at the tables and under the beds and deeply looked through the bathroom, but nothing. Could there be something on top? That's a smart move. Good thing she thought about that. Her mind went straight to the chair and dragged it to the cabinet. There was nothing on top, but she saw a wire cutter on top of the closet. /N had to drag the chair in front of the closet to grab it, but she had it.

A wire cutter. . .

Oh! There was wire around the staff room behind the reception desk.

Y/N walked out of the room with the wire cutter in her hands. It wasn't a key, but she was still able to get into a room that might get her closer to the former tenant.

Entering the main room of the hotel, notes from a piano were echoing out. Was it the former tenant? Y/N smiled big and ran up the stairs. Okay, there wasn't a piano in the library or the cafeteria. bar is locked along with that staff-only metal door. That would only mean the Recording Room. Y/N opened the door and ran in. "Who's there!"

Her yell may have been a little too much, as a male yelped and turned around at her voice. "I'm sorry," he quickly apologized, his deep voice bouncing off the walls. "II just came in and. . .and the piano looked nice."

Y/N realized her mistake, seeing that her yelling may have seemed like she was a staff. "Wait, wait," she held her hands out to the man, walking up to him. "I'm not a staff for the hotel or anything—sorry I yelled at you."

The man kept a distance from Y/N. A suspicious stare stayed in his eyes. "Who are you, then?" he asked.

"I'm Y/N," she introduced herself with a hand on her chest. "I'm sort of. . .looking for a guy. What about you?"

He didn't answer for a few seconds. "I'm Taehyung," he finally introduced himself. Y/N will not lie. This Taehyung guy looked very handsome. Very tall, brown eyes, very fluffy black hair. a cream sweatshirt tucked into black pants and a long brown coat. Taehyung looked. . .soft.

And she wondered why someone beside her would be here. The hotel is abandoned, no? "Taehyung, then," Y/N bowed her head lightly. "What brings you here? It could be dangerous, you know." It may seem a bit strange for a girl to say that to a guy, but anything could be dangerous for anyone.

"I stayed at this hotel once," Taehyung stated to her. "But I forgot something important, so I came back to get it."

"I see," Y/N hummed, fiddling with her fingers. "Did you find it?"

A sad look on Taehyung's face when he shook his head. "No, I'm still looking," he answered. "It's just this little box decorated with rubies. . .but I'm not leaving until I find it."

"Right," Y/N removed one hand from the other to cover her mouth as she coughed lightly. "Well, again, sorry shouting. I'll probably be here for a while longer, so I could help you find it."

"Oh, that'd be great," Taehyung showed a small smile that looked a bit like a box. "Please help."

What if his smile was the box? Y/N almost spoke that out loud but reminded herself not to creep the guy. "Just do me a favor, too, though," she requested. "If you see a man. . .about my age, would you tell me?"

Taehyung gave her a weird look but nodded nonetheless. "I'll be going, then," he moved his body from the piano. "Uh. . .Y/N, you be careful too."

He walked around her and left the room. Y/N breathed out, which turned into a light chuckle of disbelief. "What am I doing yelling at people," she scolded herself lightly, placing her hand on her forehead. "I feel like the shady one here." she shook her head and tried to prep herself up.

She walked out of the room and looked around to see where Taehyung might be. But he was nowhere to be seen. Did he get to a room so quickly? Either way, it wasn't her business.

Y/N quickly went down the stairs to head to the door with the wire. After a few tries of messing up, the wire was fortunately cut to let her in. And, well, it looked like a standard staff room. thing is the door next to a bookcase had a missing doorknob.

A small red book was laid on the table in the middle of the room, so that could be another odd thing. But there was a key on top. it was information on how the bathroom door in room 106 needed fixing. Y/N looked back at the door with no knob, and that concluded that her next place to go was the room.

Before she left, she looked at the board hanging next to the door. She wanted to explore more of the room before she went to 106. It wasn't much information for her to know. The only thing that stayed in her head was the main note pinned at the front.

-

"Four chapters of the book have mysteriously gone missing. Should you find the pages, please report to the owner."

-

Y/N nodded to herself to keep the information in her head, but she flinched with a light jump at the sound of crying on the other side of the door. "Is someone in there?!" Her eyes widened, and she placed her ear against it to make sure she heard it right. And she was. She looked to see the label "Owner's Room," which made her wonder if this was the owner. "Uh. . .don't worry! I'll find some way to open the door and get you out!"

She ran out of the staff with the key to 106 in hand. Running down the left hallway, she unlocked the door to room 106. If it were mentioned as a door repair, hopefully, it would be useful. Fortunately, it was when she opened the door to the bathroom that she saw a doorknob on the ground in front of a door to, most likely, the bath. What luck this is, as it looked like the same kind as the other door without a knob. Y/N ran back to the staff room and didn't take her time to enter the knob into the door.

Entering, the crying had stopped. And it looked like a normal office. Y/N wanted to call out, but there was no one. And she could see about everything. Investigating everything, she saw another board.

-

"Book of the Month: The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde"

-

"Congratulations, but what about the—" In the corner of her eye, she noticed a loose tile on the floor next to the trash can. "Owner." she stalked up to it and placed one foot on top. Nothing happened when she placed her weight on the tile. Y/N stomped on the tile, and she let out a small scream when hearing metal flying. Holding herself as a reaction, she took a deep breath of relief to discover that the metal door against the far wall had opened. "Just some mechanism in the floor."

Speaking the statement out loud, she felt calm again and went down the ladder. So dark. She complained her head and felt for the lighter in her bag. Lighting it up, she saw as much as she could and moved it around for her surrounding. Boxes, cabinets of unused items, drums of gasoline, random chairs. Definitely a storage room Going around, she heard a groan. Turning, she saw a figure of a man against the wall. Was this the owner? "Hey, are you okay?!" she asked, tilting her head. " but the figure only ground. "Wh. . .what? Are you. . .okay?" she brought her lighter towards the figure, and she felt the color in her cheeks leave. Bones were cracking at movement, and Y/N realized there was blood covering this man. But that wasn't what made her feel sick. This man had a long neck that was crooked, his head was hanging, his black hair was falling, and his eyes were cut out and blacked out. It was as if he hung himself and came back to life.

He was like. . .a Crooked Man.

Y/N gulped down the vomit that was trying to come up. She let out a yell when Crooked Man took a step toward her. "S-Stay back!" she warned. "Don't come near me." 't listen. He took another step and blasted into a full run. Y/N ran off, becoming the chase. She climbed up the ladder, but her right ankle was grabbed. "Let go!" she pleaded, tears forming, shaking him off. "Let go!" she kept shaking her leg and trying to get Crooked Man away, kicking his limp and bumpy neck. Y/N was shaking and kicking wildly, and the monster cried out when she finally kicked him away. didn't look back and kept climbing up.

Finally out, Y/N closed the door and leaned on it. A few seconds later, there was a pounding that made Y/N's body bounce from the impact, but it slowly died down. She panted and shook in fear . . . .all crooked. Was he even a human? She immediately registered the figure as a male, but from what she saw, this figure was most likely an "it" after the incident. Everything is proving that I'm going crazy. . .that thing. . .it couldn't've been real. She groaned and rubbed the temple of her head .

Taehyung.

At the thought of the new acquaintance she had made, Y/N stood up and walked out of the room. "I. . .should at least check what he's up to," she muttered to herself. know that he's okay. "Hopefully, he found what he came for." Even if this were just her imagination. . .it'd be best if he left soon.

Y/N kept telling herself it was in her head, but she couldn't get rid of the filling of its rough skin on her ankle despite it being covered by her jeans. It was as if its touch melted through her jeans and came in contact with her skin.

She looked around the first floor, but there was no sign of Taehyung. It was clawing at her stomach that the monster had found Taehyung. No , no, no .

Going up the stairs, Taehyung wasn't in the recording room or the cafeteria. So that left it with the two upstairs hallways. Y/N ruffled her hair to keep herself sane, but she stumbled with the hotel shaking and a screech following after Y/N ran into the left hallway and went into the hotel room she was in near the beginning, pausing at sight . Taehyung was at the large window, and the ground caved around him, and the floor left out was about to break with his weight. "Taehyung!" she called out, running around the table in the middle to him. "What happened?!"

"II went to the window, and the floor gave away," Taehyung stuttered out, trying to stay still as stone. "What. . .what should I do?"

Y/N gulped, knowing the possibility of the risk. But it was the only option. "Taehyung, jump over," she tried to speak calmly, opening her arms out. "It's dangerous over there."

Taehyung shook his head, trying to keep his feet from slipping off. "N-No, I can't," he was too scared to jump. "I'm slipping!" he was moving too much despite trying to stay still as a stone. "And I can't possibly jump that far! A gap this big—"

"This is no time for pessimism!" Y/N cuts him off in urgency, shaking her hands. "It's going to crumble soon! Hurry, I'll catch you." Her arms were out, and Taehyung didn't have to be told for a third time. He jumped into Y/N's arms, having the two fall back. Y/N cushioned Taehyung's impact as her head and upper back hit the table behind her. She moaned slightly in pain after grunting. "Way too close. . .that was—are you okay, Taehyung? Hurt?" she had to cut herself off when reminding herself that it wasn't just her. But he didn't say anything. "Taehyung?"

"Scared," his deep voice came out, slightly breaking. "I was. . .scared." he held onto Y/N, slowly cuddling into her. "No more. . .I don't like the dark." he was slowly going into stutters, not able to create words with his shoulders shaking and warm tears forming and dropping onto Y/N's turtleneck when he brought his face into the crook of her neck.

Y/N hesitated but raised a hand to lay across Taehyung's fluffy locks. "It's okay, Taehyung," she murmured. "I'm sorry, I know you were scared. . .but it's fine now. Please don't cry. "

That must've gotten Taehyung to realize their position, and he removed himself from her. The two were now sitting across from each other on the floor. "Sorry," he apologized.

"It's alright," Y/N assured with a light chuckle. "I'm glad you're not hurt." she rolled her shoulders back to get the pain away. But while doing so, she remembered something. "Did you find what you were looking for?"

"No, not yet," Taehyung answered. "It wasn't in the room we stayed in." her brought his hands up to his face and let out a slight groan. "I wonder where it could be. . ."

Her eyes lingered on him a little bit. "It must be important if you came all by yourself," she commented. "You could always just give up on it. It's not entirely safe here."

"I can't give up on it!" Taehyung yelled, making Y/N flinch slightly. "I have to find it."

Maybe it wasn't the best thing to say. And Y/N didn't know if she should mention what had happened earlier. "What exactly is it?" But if what she saw wasn't her imagination, still trying to tell herself it was, then maybe Taehyung shouldn't be here. "Sorry to ask, but I've been wondering. . .was it a present, or?"

Taehyung stared at Y/N for a little longer but looked away. "It's a present from my girlfriend," he muttered. "It's the most important thing to me, after my own life. . ."

"I see," Y/N gave Taehyung a look of sympathy. "Sorry if I was rude. I'll keep looking for it too."

He didn't say anything in response, but he did look back at her. "You're looking for someone, right?" he asked. "I haven't met anyone yet, but. . . can you tell me more about them?"

"Er, well. . ," Y/N grimaced lightly when he mentioned it. "I don't know that much either. Just that he's a man about my age."

"Huh?" Taehyung blinked a few times. "You know that little about the person you're looking for?" Y/N gave him a crooked smile, not knowing what to do as he now knew the only details. "You' re a strange girl, Y/N."

"I'm not," Y/N weakly defended herself, but he had a point. "There are just some things I want to ask, and I don't know how he looks because, um—"

"Strange, but very kind," Taehyung cut her off with a warm smile. "I would've been hurt badly if you weren't here. I'm grateful to you for saving me." he stood up from his spot, holding his hand out to Y/N. It took her a moment to realize what he was doing, and she grabbed it. The two stayed in their spots until Taehyung let go of her. "I should get going. Take care, Y/ N." he nodded at her and walked off. "I'll see you!"

And he was gone.

Y/N didn't like how this had happened a bit after what she had gone through in the basement. And that's where she had gone first. Opening the door and into the owner's room. And like that, she felt fear. "The basement door's open," she whispered to herself, slowly walking around. Y/N looked down, but it was dark. Every fiber in her body was telling her not to go down. But she still went down. Her curiosity was too much to ignore. Her lighter was quickly fished out so she could look around for the monster.

There was no monster.

Only a key was in its place.

She left after there was nothing, and she closed the door. Hopefully, there will be nothing else for her to go back to. Looking down at the item in her hand. It was a bronze key labeled "bar." Y/N calmed herself down before leaving and heading up to the bar.

The key fit the lock, and she entered the room. Not much to expect from a bar. Tables with abandoned drinks of beer. And one table had a book. The closer she got to it, it looked to be more of a journal. The handwriting was sloppy, and it looked as if whoever wrote this was rambling on.

And Y/N read the last page.

-

"A toast to our owner, who left his employees and fled into the night! We'll drink all the beer we've got— hell, it's the only good thing here!

Being out of a job's no good, but at least we don't have to see his mug anymore! We were SO sick of that egghead always trying to flaunt his intelligence!

Installing weird stuff for the basement door, having a number lock on the food storage. . . All his silly crap made the place impossible to run!

Plus, the passcode was this thing with a book which he changed up every month! What the hell do you do if you forget?! Maybe it 's good for him, but sure as hell, not us!

Ah, whatever! Once we're done with the booze, we're out of here! A toast to our bright futures!"

-

Y/N leaned on the table with a bite of her lip. "Passcode," she was beginning to think of the doors. "The door is at the far end of the first floor, right? A passcode on food is pretty absurd. " she pushed herself off the table and looked around more. Still, there was nothing off. Every bottle was empty besides these two giant wine bottles that were full but opened up. Very. . .Brandy. It has a lot of alcohol in it "I might catch on fire if I drank both." She did have her lighter, after all.

But that made her think.

There was a thought in her head. The passcode was related to a book the owner changes every month. And that made her think of the books she had thought of when in the staff room and owner's room before going down to the basement. The Strange Case, wasn't it? Y/N made her way to the other side and went into the library. Her fingers gleamed across the spines of the books in a hurry to find that one book. She slowed down when in the "S" titles. And she found it. Pulling the book out, she had to think about what would be the passcode. The chapters? Y/N remembered reading how four chapters were ripped out of a book and reporting it to the owner. this book? Skipping through, she noticed missing chapters, as the board had mentioned it.

3, 6, 7, 9

Okay, that has to be the code. If this is the same book both journal and board had mentioned, then this has to be the passcode. Y/N nodded to herself and put the book back. hallway. But she froze at the sound of a growl. Her eyes stayed staring ahead, and she gulped in fear. No, no, no. It can't be. It was her imagination. It had to be her imagination. 't real.

But it was.

The same figure walked into her vision, showing itself at the door of the hallway. "The monster. . .did it really—" Y/N cut herself off as it had its upside-down smile widen at the sight of her. She gulped and took a step back. As far into the hallway, she was next to the room she had saved Taehyung and the library behind her. It slowly stalked up to her. It 's coming this way. ran into the room, and the first thing in sight was the candle, and she grabbed it. Even if she closed the door behind her, it was opened up seconds after. Running around the table, she tripped on the leg of a chair, almost falling into the hole.

Y/N looked at the hole, wondering what would've happened if she had fallen. What would've happened if it fell through? The monster was coming up to her. It reached out for her, and Y/N slammed the candle into the monster's side. Not much impact, but it did stumble to give her time to raise her arms, slam them both into its side, and push it into the hole.

The yell echoed in the hole, and Y/N dropped the candle for her fingers to rake through her locks. "What is that monster?" her breath was staggering when everything was pouring into her mind. "What. . .what I saw earlier." she brought herself up to her feet, telling herself to calm down. "To think that thing actually exists." Y/N turned to look at the hole. "But still. . .there's no way it's coming back from that fall. And the room under here's locked tight." she realized the best opportunity she had with Taehyung. She groaned to herself. "I should warn Taehyung when I see him. I knew it would be dangerous for him."

It wasn't time to scold herself and hit her forehead. She had to get to the food storage. Y/N walked out of the room and down the hallway. It was hard to get the image of the monster out of her head in the light. Somehow, it was more creepy in light than in the dark. Push it to the side. . .push it to the side. After another deep breath, Y/N was already in front of the metal door. Her eyes blinked a few times to realize where she was.

3, 6, 7, 9

The door unlocked, and Y/N entered. Well, it looked like a food pantry—nothing interesting in this room besides a knife on the countertop in the corner with a sink. Something shunned in her eyes, and she looked in the area to notice something was on top of the boxes. Y/N turned to see a ladder next to the door. She probably wouldn't've been noticed if she didn't swoop around. She brought the ladder to the stack of boxes and climbed up. It was a key, and it was for room 209.

Another room to unlock.

"How many rooms do I have to unlock?" Y/N asked herself with no humor, going down the ladder. Her way to the room was normal. No growls or yells. And the room was normal when entering it. paper near the two beds. No, it wasn't paper when Y/N walked up to it and kneeled down. "Was this a photo?" she picked up the burnt pieces but couldn't figure out what the photo was. But there was something under the pieces—a scrap from a notebook.

-

"I don't need her memory anymore. Because I know she won't come back.

I have to erase everything, good and bad. And all the memories inside of me, too."

-

A ringing in her head began to play, and Y/N dropped the scrap and burnt pieces of the photo to bring them up to the temples of her head. She was shaking in pain, trying to get rid of it. A few seconds and it began to ease up. But tiredness was taking over. "Sheesh, I'm exhausted," Y/N spoke, getting to her feet after picking up the scrap and burnt pieces. "So he burnt this photo to mend his broken heart , huh." she chuckled at the fact that this previous tenant could do this. "I know I couldn't do that. I'll never forget. . .never." the memories of her and Jungkook taking so many pictures played through her mind. "According to Jane. . .that makes me a pansy."

The sound of a door creaking made Y/N turn around and see Taehyung at the door. "Oh, there you are, Y/N!" he smiled with a greeting, walking up to her.

Y/N smiled back lightly. "Did you find the box?" she asked.

"No, I can't find it," Taehyung's smile lightly turned sad. "There are a lot of rooms I can't get into, so it might be in one of those." he stayed silent, taking in the details of Y/N's face. And his smile fell with concern. "What's wrong, Y/N? You look kind of pale."

"Oh, it's nothing," Y/N tilted the pieces of photo and scrap of paper, so Taehyung didn't notice. "But Taehyung, you should really leave soon." she took a deep breath. "You may not believe me , but. . .there's some kind of bizarre monster around. I found it in the basement." it was a reminder to herself, and the feeling of the monster's hand on her ankle came back. "I was attacked by it earlier. You 'd definitely be in danger too. . .so I think you should go."

Silence endures them both. It was hard to figure out what expression was on Taehyung's face. "Look, I don't like the dark, scary places either," he spoke, making Y/N flinch. "But there's no need to tease me like that. I'm not a kid afraid of the Boogie Man, okay?"

He didn't believe her.

"Sorry," she apologized. "But I'm not trying to tease you! I'm telling the truth!"

Taehyung let out a laugh before Y/N could ramble on about how she was not lying. "Don't worry, I'm not mad," he assured. "You don't seem like a dishonest guy, so I'd like to believe you, but. . . .a monster?" he placed a hand on her shoulder. "Maybe you mistook something in the dark? You could be susceptible to seeing things when you wander around in the dark like this."

"I'd like to think you're right," she admits. "All right, if you insist." Even if she admitted it, she pushed his hand off her shoulder. "But be careful, okay?"

"I know," Taehyung smiled at her. "Well, I'll go looking elsewhere." he waved her goodbye.

Y/N waited a little longer to follow Taehyung out. She put the pieces of the photo and scrap of paper into her cross-body bag. While she went down the hallway, a crash made her stop in her mid-step and look at the doors of the bar. Did Taehyung stop by the bar and drop something off? Y/N walked into the bar, but Taehyung wasn't there. There was writing on the far end when she looked around for what caused the crash. went down on her knees to lean down to read the smears.

Was this here before? Y/N didn't even want to know if this was written in blood from how red this was.

-

Leave me alone Please leave me alone Come to me I'm waiting for you

-

Sounds pretty inconsistent. Y/N commented in her head. Taehyung couldn't have written that. . .so who could've? As if her thoughts were a cue, a growl made Y/N jump to her feet and turn around at the sight of the monster opening the doors with its arms widened out. "W-Why?" She stuttered out with a whine. "I dropped you down a pit!"

Y/N slowly walked to the table on her left, grabbing the wine bottle for protection. It walked up to her. They stared at each other, wondering what would be the first action. moved to the side for it to run forward. It almost ran into a chair, but it turned again for her. The hand reached out for her and grabbed her arm. Y/N slammed the bottle on the monster's arm to bring it to the ground.

But its grasp on her brought her down with it. The monster was on the bottom, and her on top. Y/N was trying her best to get off the monster, but it kept its grasp. An attempt to bring her down as its mouth was wide open. Sharp teeth were shown, blood staining nipping into its mouth. She had attempted to dragged her arms away, but it was dragging her close to its face. It was covered with the wine, drenching her as well in the process . Y/N got a bit on her, but with her straddling the monster and being pulled with her body against it, she might as well of be the one to have gotten hit.

Her right arm was favored for being closer to its mouth. Which meant it let go of her left arm so it could have both hands on her right arm. Y/N grunted, trying to pull her arm back and her free, holding his to let go. Come on, think! She was telling herself, but it was hard to think. Covered in wine with flammable alcohol—

The wine.

She did have a lighter in her bag. But it was a possibility that the fire could trail onto her as she was drenched in the wine. What choice did she have? Y/N licked her lips and let go of the arm. The struggle became harder when she let go and dug her free hand into her bag. Her arm was brought closer and close to the mouth of the monster. With the advantage, the monster brought its sharp teeth into her arm. Y/N yelled in pain but tried to focus on fishing for the lighter. It was like the monster was chewing on her arm as if it was food. She had to turn down all her instincts to remove her arm right at the point of feeling the lighter in her hand.

Y/N grabbed the lighter and ignited the light. It was breathed onto the monster, and the fire began to roar loudly. Roaming to every bit of the monster. And her arm was let go for the monster to yell in pain. It pushed Y/N off of it before getting to its feet and running out with cries of pain. The fire had extended to Y/N, but she was able to pat it down. A breath of relief left her, but the pain in her arm wasn't being nice. She looked at her arm to see holes in the sleeve of the hoodie. Well, that's unfortunate. "I should be glad that he ran away," she told herself as a reminder, getting up from the ground. "What the hell is that thing. . .why is it changing me?" so many questions were going through her head that she didn't know what was real. "How did it survive before?" that was a good question. She locked it in the basement. It somehow got out. She pushed it down a hole into the first floor of locks, and it still somehow got out. "I might need something to defend myself. . .even just a knife could help. Was there one of those around?" thinking deeply, she now remembered. There was a fruit knife in the kitchen.

Her mind wasn't around the bite as she went straight to the kitchen. And there it was. She told herself to take it and that it was just for self-defense. Her life felt a bit safer now that she had a weapon. Y/N placed the fruit knife in her hoodie pocket and left the kitchen. A smell of something iron hit her nose, and she looked to her left. "Blood?" there was a trail of blood ahead, a path out of the hallway . "This. . .wasn't here earlier."

Did something happen to Taehyung?

With that thought in mind, Y/N began to worry about the other person in this hotel. She followed the trail of blood to the right hallway of the hotel and saw it leading into a room. Wasn't it locked before? it unlocked now? Y/N opened the door to see Taehyung's back facing her. He was sitting on a bed and looking at his arm. Was he hurt? Did he get hurt when the monster ran away? She jogged up to Taehyung, and with the sound of her feet, she got Taehyung's attention. "Taehyung, what are you doing here?" she looked right at the arm he was looking at before she came in. "Your arm's bleeding. . .so it was your blood. Were you hurt?"

Taehyung was quiet. He was looking as if he was piecing together what to say in his mind. "My arm caught on something," he finally said. "It's not that big of a deal. Don't worry about it."

"It's bleeding a lot, though," Y/N commented, trying to push more into it. "And you've been resting here, right? What if you get anemia?"

"I'm just a little tired," Taehyung avoided the questions. Y/N easily caught it, but he probably didn't want to talk about it. "I've been walking around a lot. Really, don't worry .” and she’ll respect that.

Still, he was bleeding. Y/N did have something in her bag. "Give me your hand, Taehyung," she gently instructed. Getting down on one knee, Y/N took off her bag and backpack. She dug through her backpack for the first-aid kit she had stored at home. It was unfortunate she had to use it. There was no plan for her to get hurt and chased by a strange monster covered in blood and inhumanly sharp teeth that used to bite on her arm . But here she is, in that scenario.

Y/N looked through her kit to see the low supply of bandages—and her lucky handkerchief. Well, it could be used for her arm. If she were to use the bandage, there wouldn't be any left for her wound. handkerchief wouldn't be much useful. . .but she didn't want to be selfish. "Here, I have a bit of bandage left—"

"That's okay. You can use the handkerchief," Taehyung spoke over her, looking at the first-aid kit.

Y/N wanted to argue lightly that he may need it more, but he did insist. Also. . .why was her handkerchief there? Maybe it really was a lucky handkerchief. but loud for Taehyung to hear. Y/N grabbed Taehyung's hand and cleaned his wrist before wrapping the handkerchief around. An easy fix as he had already taken off his coat, and his sleeve was rolled up. "Doesn't hurt?"

"It's fine," Taehyung attempted a smile. "Thank you. You're so kind, Y/N."

Again, Y/N had noticed it. Maybe she should comment on it. "You. . .don't seem so well," she let out after thinking. "Did something happen?"

"It's nothing," Taehyung tried another attempt at a smile. "I've just been so silly."

"Silly?"

"It's silly that I'm wandering this dark place all alone, falling in holes, cutting my arm, all to find some measly box," he let out. Y/N widened her eyes for a second before letting go of his hand.

"Measly?" Y/N repeated again. "But it's important, right? A memento from your girlfriend?"

He looked at his wrapped arm before looking into Y/N's eyes. "Well, she's my ex, to be exact," he corrected. Y/N let out a sound of slight shock. "She left me quite a while ago. . .but while we were dating, this hotel was our special place. That was when I lost the box. . .I've been worried abotu it ever since, but I only just worked up the courage to come look. forget everything about her. . .but it was no good. Coming here just brought back all these memories."

"Why did you break up?" Y/N asked. It may've been a sensitive question. . .but she was curious.

"I don't know," Taehyung shrugged. "Maybe that's why I won't give up. She said she appreciated my kindness, but when we broke up, she said it was 'all I had.' And she was exactly right , so I couldn't reply. . ." his arm dropped to the bed, eyes turning into a sad emotion. So melancholy. "I really am a wimp. No wonder she'd break up with me. Even I'd hate a guy like me." he looked back up at Y/N and cleared his throat at the realization of her being there. "Sorry, I know I'm just annoying you. I'll rest her a while longer. I'm a little dizzy." he made a third attempt at a smile, and, fortunately, the ends of his lips twitched up the slightest bit. "Thanks for your help, Y/N. Oh, and here. "he reached his good hand into his coat and brought something in front of Y/N. "I found this. I'm not sure where it goes, though."

"Thanks," Y/N wasn't able to say anything. She felt like she was in Taehyung's shoes when he spoke the short story of how he and his girlfriend broke up. "Uh, don't strain yourself, okay?"

"Be careful," Taehyung called out, watching her clean up the first aid kit. "It's dark. And make sure to wrap up your arm."

Y/N looked at Taehyung and at her arm. She guessed it was noticeable that she was hurt with these bite marks on her hoodie. "Thanks, I will," she nodded at him. "I'll look for your treasure, too "

She stood up and paused when hearing Taehyung let out a slight chuckle. "You sure are nice, Y/N," he complimented again. "You might be growing on me." Y/N's cheeks had a light red brushing against it.

A forced chuckle came out of her, not knowing how to react. "I. . .don't know if such a wonderful guy would suit a loser like me, sorry," she denied the compliment. Taehyung wasn't able to say anything as Y/N ran out of the room. Her heart was racing, and she leaned against the door. But it didn't last for long as the memories were flooding in.

-

"Why are you always like this?"

Kuu looked up from the table and at her fiancé. "Like. . .like what?"

"You're always such a yes-woman. Just go with the flow," he continued on. "Do you even have a personality." he let out a sigh and sat across from Y/N, leaning into his hand.

"I. . .don't mean to," she spoke quietly, trying to read his facial features. "I mean, I try to think for myself. "

"I don't see it that way," he spoke honestly, still not looking into Y/N's eyes. As if he was hiding from her. "You're not kind. You're just indecisive. You'd treat anyone else the same way, right? That's why I can't trust you."

Her heart was breaking more and more at every word he spoke. "Look, please, just listen," she was ready to get down on her knees and beg. "I'm always thinking of you, I promise. Please. If I 'm a pain, then I'm sorry." her hands went together and intertwined.

His head jerked up, finally looking into Y/N's eyes. Hand towards her as if motioning to her body. "There you go again," he almost raised his voice but kept it balanced. "Thinking you can just apologize and everything will be fine. You don't understand a word I'm saying."

"Then what should I do?" Y/N asked. "You just don't trust me, is that it?!"

They kept eye contact, but he let go first by hanging his head. "Maybe it's hopeless for us," he whispered. "I hate for it to end this way. . .but I think we would both be worse off staying together any longer." he stood up and went for the front door. Why did the front door have to be right there? "Thanks for everything, Y/N." his hand was on the doorknob, and he opened it without hesitation. "Goodbye "

Y/N got up from her seat and ran for him. "W-Wait! We can talk this out!" she begged, but he closed the door before she could chase after him. A sob left her, and she fell to her knees. "Jeongguk!"

-

"Kindness is all you have," Y/N repeated Taehyung's words, staying leaning against the door. "Taehyung and I are the same like that. Timidly refusing to forget. The moment I realized he didn't love me, I felt like I was nothing but worthless. . .I wonder if Taehyung felt that way, too?" she let out a sigh and looked at the key in her hand. "I think this key goes to the door by the receptionist desk. . .the only locked door I can remember."

Y/N walked out of the hallway and placed the first aid kit on the desk. She rolled up her two sleeves to see the bite. It somehow didn't hurt anymore. It did when he ran away. the memory with Jeongguk made her forget about it. It just stung now. Y/N cleaned the bite marks and blood and wrapped the bandage around it. Note to self, get more supplies. she mentally noted, closing the kit and putting it in her backpack.

Once she had everything and her backpack on, Y/N walked around the desk and insert the key into the doorknob. It was to the back of the hotel. The night sky and gentle wind were something she needed. the fresh air and let out a light smile.

Such fresh air.

Y/N closed the door behind her and walked to the fountain in the middle with benches around it. Something shining caught her eye when walking around the fountain. Her eyes blinked a few times before realizing it was a brown box in the clear water. "A box?" she questioned. However, it didn't take long to put two to two together. "Maybe this is the one Taehyung lost." she shivered lightly when her hands entered the cold water. Inspecting it, Y/N noticed the details. "It has to be. It's decorated with rubies. Did someone throw it away or what?"

It didn't matter. She had Taehyung's box.

She ran into the hotel and ran fast to the hotel room, but Taehyung wasn't there. "Did Taehyung leave already? But he's wounded," she spoke her question out loud, putting the box into her backpack with a quick slide off one shoulder. And that's when she heard the same yell as before. "Taehyung?!" Running out, she looked through every door that was open, and she finally got into the recording room to see the monster stalking up to Taehyung. "

Taehyung was slowly walking backward till his body hit the wall. "No. . ," he was shaking in fear. "Stay away!"

Y/N ran around the monster and stayed in front of Taehyung. "Stop right there!" she held her arm out to the monster. "Back off, monster!"

"Y/N?" Taehyung looked at Y/N in surprise.

The monster only had its smile and grew in response. "Damnit," Y/N cursed under her breath, her hand moving slowly into her hoodie pocket. "Taehyung, get out of the hotel." Taehyung tried to call out to her, but Y/N talked over him. "I said run away—I'll take care of this." She brought out the fruit knife. "Hey, monster!" she pointed to the monster with the fruit knife. t know what the hell you are, but don't you lay a finger on Taehyung!"

Taehyung gulped and ran around the two with an easy exit from the room. It wasn't surprising that the monster didn't leave to chase Taehyung. It was after Y/N, for some odd reason. Y/N took a deep breath and tried to swing at the monster, but it dodged. She swung her bad arm behind her to hit it away with a kick. It hissed out at her, trying to grab her. Keep him away. told herself mentally, backing into the couch when the monster tried to swing at her. Y/N looked back at the table and grabbed a flowerpot with fake flowers, and threw it into the monster.

She watched the monster run into the piano, the pieces of the flowerpot sticking into its body. It went after her again, but she went towards it as well. The fruit knife stuck into the monster's shoulder, having it yell at her. She pushed her body against the monster, ripping the knife out of its shoulder. And she kicked it into the piano, ran after it, and raised the knife high. Slamming it down into the back of the monster, hearing the loud cries of pain.

Y/N didn't want to give it any chance of getting away from her.

It was swinging back to elbow her off. But she brought the blade with her to stab more into him. And again and again. She kept him from struggling and getting him down to the ground. Y/N straddled the monster's back, trying her best to stay on, and stabbed again. Going and going until the blade of the fruit knife broke apart. It wasn't as if she was doing it so many times. She really only thrust the fruit knife a few times.

That is probably what a psychopath would say.

But the monster wasn't moving. Y/N raised her arms lightly to make sure she wasn't moving them. She stayed still for a few minutes before getting off the monster. Y/N didn't want her eyes to leave the monster. If it escaped locked rooms, she was scared it would come back. So did the thought of her killing this thing. But she'd rather do that than have it come back and terrorize her and Taehyung.

Taehyung.

He was probably worried. Y/N walked backward till she hit the doorknob. It still wasn't moving. Maybe that was a sign. She got out of the room and ran down the stairs—bursting through the front doors. too rough as she stumbled down the steps. Luckily, she caught her balance. "Y/N!" Taehyung's voice called out. "Y/N, are you okay?!"

Y/N huffed out a breath, catching it from the run. "Yeah, I don't think it'll chase us anymore," she assured, turning around to look at Taehyung. He was on top of the staircase. N wondered if she hit him with the doors when passing through. "I'm fine. . .I'm not hurt." she gave him a tired smile. "But never mind me, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I'm not hurt," Taehyung responded quietly. "But. . ."

After a few moments, Taehyung fell to the steps. His eyes were leaking out tears, raising one hand to try and wipe them away. "Taehyung! What's wrong—are you not feeling well?!"

"Why. . .why did this happen?" he whispered. "Why did I have to go through this? Why did that monster attack me?" he was digging himself into his arms. want to forget her. I just wanted to have my memory of her, at least!" Taehyung's body was shaking with the sobs passing through. "Is it because I'm such a wimp? Is that why this happened? Can I. . .can I not even love her?!" his head was shaking. "No, I hate it. Someone. . .somebody, help!"

"Taehyung," Y/N weakly called out to him. Memories flooding of them that had only happened tonight. She wanted to tell him not to cry, but was that something he needed to hear? "What's wrong with being a wimp?" this would have to be a start. That had caught Taehyung's attention, his head moving up from his hands. "You may feel like a sissy for not being able to forget him, but. . .is that such a bad thing?" her chest rose and fell deeply. "You know, I was dumped a few months ago, too. . .I was sure we were going to get married."

"You. . .too?"

Y/N gave him a crooked smile. "I was rejected," she told him before looking down at her hands. "Even now, it still pains me. I don't think I can truly forget it. I've. . .always hated how I was such a coward. I'm a terrible excuse for a woman, especially in romance." her fingers fiddled with each other. "I couldn't even be happy when my best friend got married. And it made me hate myself more and more." Y/N looked back at Taehyung. "But looking at you, I've come to think. . .maybe it's not bad to keep thinking of someone? In fact, maybe it's a wonderful thing. I decided. . .I wouldn't give up, either. And it's thanks to you, Taehyung. Thank you."

"Y/N. . ," Taehyung called out her name.

She walked up to him, grabbing the box out of her bag. "This is your treasure, right?" she asked, relieved to see that it was not damaged midst of her fight with the battle. 'd be a shame to throw it away." she placed it in Taehyung's hands when he held them out. "Take good care of it, okay? I'm sure the one you love will understand. And I know I'll always support you."

He brought the box close to his chest and hugged it dearly. "Thank you, Y/N," he bowed his head to her. "I. . .I'll try a little harder. I hope things go well with you too " Taehyung moved the box around, and his eyes turned to confusion. "Hey, Y/N. Did the box come with a key?"

"A key?" Y/N repeated in confusion with him. "No, I didn't see one."

"Strange. The box needs a key to open, so. . .though I didn't lock it,"

"A key. . ," she repeated to herself again. An idea hit her head. "Wait, hold on." she dug into her bag for the key she found in the crack in her room. "Maybe this brass key. . .” she then laughed at herself from the stupidity. “Nah, of course not—”

"Yes, that's the one!" Taehyung exclaimed with glee, grabbing the key from Y/N's hand. "Where did you find it?"

Y/N was shocked, not knowing how to form words. "Wha—r-really?" she looked at the key and the box and repeated before telling herself to answer Taehyung's question. "Er, I picked it up. . .around here." it was best to lie.

A key from my house opens Taehyung's box. . .so the former tenant's involved with the box? What does that mean?

"I wonder why it's locked," Taehyung hummed. "Let's open it!" he inserted the key into the lock, and he raised the lid. "Oh? There's a piece of paper."

That caught Y/N's attention really fast. "That's—Taehyung, can I look at that?" she asked quickly. Taehyung nodded and handed it to her. Y/N grabbed the other scraps of paper to compare. . .it matches with the notebook pages. . .which means he. . .”

"I don't get it, but I guess the guy you're looking for put this paper in here?" Taehyung guessed, making Y/N look up at Taehyung.

She looked back down at the papers. "Yeah," she agreed. "He wasn't here. . .so I'll check there next."

"Okay," Taehyung hesitated in his word. "Be careful."

Y/N nodded at him, placing the papers in her bag beside the one from the box while walking toward her car. She heard footsteps behind her. As if he was staying near her to be safe. "I'll escape you home, Taehyung," she turned around, seeing him flinch. "It's dark out, after all."

He stared at her for a few seconds before clearing his throat. "I'll be all right," he assured. Somehow his voice had gotten a bit deeper and more confident. "Thanks, though, Y/N." he looked behind her and took a breath. "Well. . ." Y/N chuckled lightly and moved out of the way for Taehyung. He walked down the path but stopped. N was about to call out to him, but he turned and walked up to her. Taehyung gently cupped Y/N's face and placed his lips on her cheek. "I'm really thankful, Y/N." he separated for their faces to be close. "Let's see each other again sometime!"

"Oh. . .uh, sure!" Y/N agreed, giving him another crooked smile. He waved her goodbye and walked away. "That. . .surprised me." Y/N let out a chuckle, blushing madly. " But he seems happier now. That's good. I feel a little more relaxed myself." she looked down at the paper to read it off. "Lingering Scent of Dreams. . .and is this an address? Maybe that's where he is now. " she licked her lips, deciding if it was worth it or not. . .but it was an obvious answer. "I'll go check it out. I've come this far. . ."

Until I find him. . .I'll go anywhere.

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Hotel Ruhenheim - Taehyung -

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1 year ago

Winter Wonderland | KTH

Pair: Taehyung x F Reader

Summary: This Christmas, Taehyung and you venture back to his hometown, Daegu. Celebrating it with the whole family this time, you hoped to give Taehyung the best Christmas experience in a while. But he had something more special planned. Amidst the soft glow of festive lights and cosy moments, held the core of the magic.

Genre: Fluff, Idolxreader, established relationship au

WC: 2861

You were grateful for the silence and peace you were experiencing as you loaded the luggage into the car. Taehyung had come home early a few days ago, running through the house like a kid who got a present, and told you that the both of you would be heading to Daegu to celebrate Christmas this year. Eomma and Appa had constantly been asking to see the both of you but due to Taehyung’s busy schedules, the both of you had kindly declined them for years.

Of course, you could go on your own but the last time that had happened, you got mobbed at the train station which caused Taehyung to pick up a huge fight with the company. He was determined to give you the security that he, the boys, and their partners got but the company was reluctant as you had not been introduced to the public yet.

The next few days that passed, Taehyung was constantly restless and wouldn’t let you out of the house. It took a lot of communication and patience between the both of you to finally get through that patch. Tae had insisted on introducing you to Army through Weverse Live. After that incident and busy schedules, the both of you hadn’t been able to make it to Eomma and Appa’s for Christmas.

This year, Taehyung took some time off work and you… you were currently in the process of opening a business with a close friend of yours. The idea has always sat in the depths of the basket of ideas but due to the high cost of capital, both of you were afraid to take that risk. Now, both of you having a bit higher stability in your financial terms, have finally decided to bite the towel and start.

Settling into the comfy leather of the car seat, you arranged the snack basket and drinks. Just as Taehyung opened the door and stepped in, you were already arranging the blanket you had brought along with you. Your luggage was placed in the boot while the smaller bags were in the back of the car seat. Taehyung and you had gone on a splurge the day after he told you that you were going back home. More like Taehyung. He stocked up multiple types of foods and clothes and every other thing that he wanted to give his parents and siblings.

It was a once-in-a-blue moon that the whole family would be together for a whole week, celebrating. So naturally, Tae had prepared… too many things. But you didn’t have the heart to tell your boyfriend that he was overdoing it. You knew how much he missed his family and you weren’t going to stop him.

On the contrary, you’d help him. Making signature dishes from your home country, you packed them into containers and placed them at the back of the car, ensuring that it was on a safe and stable platform.

“Ready?” Tae buckled in, a hand immediately going into the basket of food you had prepared to dig out something.

Smacking his hand, you handed him a roll of kimbap, saying, “Have this instead.”

Taking it from you, he kissed your forehead and drove off, wheels screeching against the coating of the road.

Most of the road trip was filled with music softly playing in the background and munching. Tae was always hungry and you had finally managed to pack his favourite snacks, he was beyond overjoyed at eating them. Taehyung looked over to you, smiling as he found you curled up on the passenger seat.

Brows furrowing at the uncomfortable position, Taehyung leaned over to carefully recline the seat, one hand on the steering wheel. You fumbled and whined at the movement and Tae was quick to quiet you down, pulling the blanket higher to your neck. Your hair splayed across the seat and your lips were open, emitting a soft snore. Taehyung lowered further the volume of the music, hand coming to your hair and pushing a few stray strands out of your face.

He was playful once.

And it isn’t that he is no longer playful. No, Taehyung was still a menace in the house, whining and complaining for your attention - that much he knew. But he felt like he needed it. He felt like he needed to know where you were at, what you were doing, how you were doing. He wanted your attention - craved for it. But he also knew that you liked your space and own time. So he holds it in until every few hours when he would just randomly send you a selfie or update you on how practise is going.

You never take long to answer his text messages. You were quick to update him on how work was going as well. However, with you starting a business that was long planned with your friend, you weren’t home as often and when you were, you were always exhausted. It took to a level that Taehyung was worried for your health and mental well-being. He knew how important it was to you but he didn’t want you to overwork yourself.

So he asked - more like forced - the management to let him off for the whole week of Christmas. Then, when Eomma and Appa called to ask if you were coming for Christmas this year, Taehyung felt like he hit the jackpot.

You had never really explored Daegu before and he had always planned to take you there one day so that you could see where he grew up. He would show you all the beautiful places and delicious food, all the playgrounds and parks, schools and roads. He would show you his safest and most secretive places. So, he told Eomma that the both of you would be there a day in advance to help them prepare for the feast the next day.

Taehyung couldn’t help feeling excited.

As you mumbled in your sleep, he felt his lips tilt up into a soft smile. The roads were fairly empty this early in the morning so he placed a hand on your thigh and continued.

The snowfall of the season was always a magical experience and it felt like the whole world had been transformed. Coming from a country with only one season, you were always beyond ecstatic to see snow. It never fails to amaze you with the chilliness and familiarity you feel. As you and Taehyung walk through the streets of Daegu, you observe the lights adorning the city. They seem to twinkle more at a certain angle but that could just very possibly be from your own excitement.

Having never explored Daegu well enough, you took every bit of this opportunity to absorb everything you see and hear. The last time you made this trip, you were alone and afraid. But this time, you were with your beloved, and you are determined to make this holiday a memorable one.

The both of you needed a break and this was just it - with all the festive feels and sparkling lights.

Going home with the groceries that the both of you freshly bought from the market, the both of you drove home. Eomma and Appa were up and bickering together with Taehyung’s siblings groggily drinking coffee and making kimchi. Most ingredients were already ready the night before.

“We’re home!” Taehyung yelled.

“Ah - In the kitchen!”

When you stepped in, you were bombarded with warmth.

Not a physical sense of warmth like a hug but rather, a growing feeling in your chest - similar to one where you would enjoy cuddling time with Tae on the couch. A sense of familial warmth. You must have stopped long enough that Taehyung put the groceries on the table and walked back to you. His eyes worried over your frame and his brows bunched up.

“Hey… You okay?” Tae gently took the bags from your hands, placing them on the table next to his. Following his movements, you stood beside him and wrapped your arms around his waist, snuggling face-first into his chest.

Tae’s hand came up to stroke your hair as you hugged him tighter.

“Need a break? We can skip kimchi making if you don’t feel well. I’m sure Eomma will understand.”

You shook your head. You wanted to have this experience with them. Eomma and Appa were kind enough to let you in on the family tradition and you weren’t going to spoil it.

“I’m okay, just… happy.”

Taehyung’s eyes drifted over your frame as he tried to explicitly find out what was wrong. But there was no lie in that sentence. You hadn’t felt this way in a long time and a nolgastic feeling just overcame you at that moment.

“It’s been a while since I’ve felt like this.” You tip-toed, bringing your hand up to ruffle his hair. “I’m okay. Promise.”

Taehyung was sceptical about your reasoning - you could see that. But you most certainly not going to let the feeling wash over you and ruin your day. It was barely nine in the morning and you were going to make this the best Christmas for Tae as possible.

Picking up a pair of gloves, you wore two layers and squatted down, starting to learn from Eomma how to make the perfect kimchi. In each city and each family, they all have what they depict as the perfect kimchi just like how different families have different perceptions of how perfect rice is cooked.

As the sun began to set, the both of you stood on the balcony, staring out into the first snowfall. You watched as the snowflakes fell gently to the ground. Taehyung wrapped his arms around you and you leaned into his warm embrace. Passing you a cup of hot chocolate, you gratefully took it from his hands and blew.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Tae whispered, his breath tickling the edge of your ear.

You nodded. “Perfect, just like you.”

Taehyung chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “Perfect, you say? I got something that might top this.”

“Oh yeah?” With your curiosity piqued you followed him into the living room.

You stepped back into the living room, seeing the beautifully decorated Christmas tree that stood proud at the edge, its ornaments glimmered with the holiday magic. The little bells rang as you glided your hand through the figs of the tree. The scent of cinnamon and chocolate filled the air as you saw the spread of cookies and drinks on the coffee table.

“Taehyung! It’s amazing!” You exclaimed, completely taking in the holiday atmosphere he had created.

His eyes sparkled under the dim glow of the shining star that was placed on top of the Christmas tree. “I thought we could have a little celebration tonight - just the both of us.”

“How about Eomma and Appa? And your siblings?” Growing up, your family never really celebrated Christmas but whenever you see families celebrating, they are joyful - together.

That was the key. It was a time when everybody partied and celebrated togetherness.

“They went out for some drinks. I told them I got something planned for the both of us.”

“But -”

Taehyung pulled on your arm. “Come on, Jagiya. It’s the twenty-fourth not the twenty-fifth. We’ll be spending all the time together tomorrow!”

You huffed. You wanted to celebrate it well this year after not being together for so long. Especially for Taehyung.

But he had a point. The both of you have the whole week to bond. So you sighed and caved in, climbing onto the sofa and cuddling with your bear. From little treats to shoving food competitively down your throats, to laughter and warm embraces, your evening was filled with the glow of the holiday.

The evening quickly turned to night, and with the snow, the darkness embraced you earlier. The both of you panted against the couch, tired from all the chasing you did around the house. The both of you had much to clean - you, for one, didn’t like to leave food out overnight and have the family come back to a messy house.

As the clock struck midnight, you had just finished cleaning the last of the bits and arranging the tables and chairs.

“Jagiya.” You heard Tae call you from the windows. “Come here.”

Turning around, you left the cloth on the glass top, walking over to your bear with outstretched arms. When the both of you touched, you instantly hugged him, hands dragging under his clothes, seeking his warmth.

Taehyung hissed at the coolness of your fingertips but didn’t pull away. Oh, he was soaking in your attention. The past few hours felt like heaven. He didn’t have much time to spend with you due to the nature of both your works. Sometimes when he was home, you weren’t; when he was asleep you were out doing your job. However, on certain occasions when the both of you are home, all the both of you think is ‘the bed’.

So today, the time you spent together made him feel alive again. Alive - in so many different ways. But Taehyung did not prepare this feast without another purpose. Primarily, he had hoped that you would let go and laugh again - play again.

To be a kid again.

To show you the love he has for you.

But at the same time, he had done this… so that he, could do this.

Leading you to the window the both of you looked out, seeing the snow creating a serene blanket of white. It had covered the majority of the roads and you knew that by the time daytime come, it would probably be deep enough to make snow angels.

“Make a wish on the first star you see,” Taehyung said, pointing to a bright star in the night sky.

You closed your eyes and made your wish. Finishing, you turned back to Taehyung and found him holding a small velvet box.

No. Way.

“Before we exchange gifts, there is something I need to ask you. I promise this isn’t the only gift I got you.” Taehyung laughed, eyes nervously skimming everywhere. Taking a deep breath, he looked at you, eyes filled with love and anticipation. Dropping on one knee, Taehyung opened the box and held it out to you.

Your heart pounded in your chest and you could barely contain your excitement. Sitting gently in the middle of the box was a delicate, sparkling ring.

“You’ve been through thick and thin with me - helped me. You had made me a better person than who I was. You taught me so many things and -” Taehyung rubbed his face with one hand. He sighed. “I’m not good with sticking to the script so, just - Y/N, will you marry me?”

Time felt like it stood still after Taehyung proposed to you. It was probably just a few seconds but -

It felt like your memories were flowing past you like a movie.

The first time you met, the first awkward date, the first kiss, first - everything…? You had so many things you wanted to tell him - so many ‘I love you’s to say.

Tears welled up in your eyes and you nodded vigorously. “Yes. Yes, yes, yes - Taehyung, oh my gosh, yes!”

The boxy smile that formed on his face felt brighter than the shine of the star on top of the Christmas tree. He slipped the ring onto your finger, sealing your engagement with a tender kiss.

You had hoped to plan the best Christmas for Taehyung but he most certainly, outdid you. And this magic was one that neither of you would ever forget.

You awoke to the smell of delicious breakfast wafting through the open door. You wrapped yourself in the warm blanket - your only form of warmth right now - and made your way down, following your nose to the source of the mouthwatering scent.

Taehyung was standing at the island, expertly cutting a range of fruits while his brother flipped pancakes. The moment he heard you come in, he turned to you and grinned. “Good morning, fiancèe.”

You couldn’t help but blush at the term. It was something new and exciting. “Good morning husband-to-be.”

“Fiancée? Husband-to-be?” Jeon-Gyu pondered, turning to Taehyung. “So this was your plan last night, hyung?”

Jeon-Gyu carried an offending look on his face. “Hyung!”

Taeyhyung just ignored him and hugged you from the back. “There’s nothing wrong with needing you all out of the house when I proposed. It is a time for Y/N and I.”

“But hyung -”

“Plus,” Taehyung cut in. “I believe none of you would like to have heard what went down too.”

The silence was deafening. You stood rigid against Taehyung, cheeks flaring up.

“No - no, we most certainly wouldn’t.”

Taehyung whipped around.

Eomma, Appa, and Eun Jun stood at the threshold of the door to the kitchen. Eun Jun looked smug as if she knew what was coming while Eomma and Appa looked flustered, walking in on a situation.

Taehyung groaned in embarrassment against your shoulder as your cheeks burned an even deeper shade of red.

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