Room 541 | Jungkook SMUT

XIII | Room Service

You gradually come out of your sleep—you're tired, but it's incredibly bright in your room today. You roll over and slide your hand under your pillow, searching for your phone, but it isn't there. You move your arm around, trying to find your phone, and it's nowhere to be found. Did it fall on the floor? It's usually under your pillow. You open your eyes to look on the side of your bed to see if your phone fell and—"What?! Where am I?!" you think, shocked. You're in a hotel room, when suddenly, you remember everything that happened last night. You thought it was all a dream. It had to have been a dream. You look to the right of you—you're alone in the bed. You look to the left of you; the other bed is made, completely untouched. You look at the nightstand; it's clean. No wineglasses. There's not even a wine cart in the room. You look on the floor. There are no piles of clothes. There's no sign of anyone else being in that hotel room. You start to panic. What happened last night? Did someone drug you? How did you get here? You get out of bed and go to the bathroom. There are no towels laying around, no extra toothbrushes, but the purple toothbrush is there. You look in the mirror at yourself and pull the neck of your t-shirt down—bruise. Bruise. Bruise. Your whole neck is purple. There's a trail of bruises down your neck and chest. They hurt. You feel tears build up in your eyes. "Who did this to me?" you think, feeling defeated. There's no way it was Jungkook. Someone drugged you. You don't know if you're going to throw up or pass out.

You walk to the window to get some fresh air, and you see your purse on the coffee table. You dig through it and find your phone. "Fuck!", you say out loud, irritated. It's dead. What do you do? You don't know where you are, you don't know what time it is, you don't know what happened to your clothes, and you're certain you were drugged and assaulted last night. Then, the phone on the nightstand rings. You stare at it for a second, nervous. You pick it up: "hello?" your voice shakes. "Good morning! This is room service calling to confirm your order was received and will be delivered to your room within the next ten minutes", a woman tells you. You pause, confused. "Uhh..thank you. Would you mind telling me what I ordered again?" you inquire. "Sure," she says, "We have an iced soy latte and a vegan breakfast platter coming to room 541. Is there a problem with the order?" You're speechless. 541. It's all coming back to you. Room 541. It wasn't a dream. "Ma'am?" she says. "Sorry—um, no there's no problem. Can you tell me what time it is?" you ask. "It's 8:50. Your order was placed at 7:15 to be delivered at 9:00", she tells you. "Thank you very much", you say, and hang up. You're so confused. What do you do? And how in the world did you sleep through someone cleaning the hotel? And what happened to your clothes?! You look down—you're still only in that white t-shirt. Then you remember Joon telling you he's there if you need him. But where is he? You dig into your mind. "I'm in ______ if you need anything" you hear his deep voice in your head. You mentally repeat it over and over to yourself. "I'm in _____ if you need anything", "I'm in.....545!"

You pick up the phone to call the front desk. What if you're wrong? You can always just hang up. You dial "3#" for the front desk. It rings, not even a full ring. "Front desk, how can I help you?" says a man. "Hi," you start, "can you connect me to room 545, please?" "Sure thing", he says, and it rings again. It rings again, and again, and finally "Good morning, Y/n"—it's Joon's voice. You feel so much relief. "Have you gotten your breakfast?" "No, not yet," you smile, "Did you order it?" you ask. "Yes. But Jungkook picked your meal from the menu". You get butterflies in your stomach. You hear a knock on the door. "I think my room service is here now", you tell him. "That's okay," he responds, "I have to run. The boys are staying late at rehersal. Nabi will be there within the hour." Who?? "Is there anything else you need?", he asks, in a hurry, "Umm," you think, "A type-c charger". "Done", he says, and hangs up. You run to the door and open it. "Room service for a 'Y/n'?" says the man, pushing a cart into your room. You get butterflies. "Thank you", you say, and dismiss the man quickly. You're embarrassed that you aren't dressed.

You push the cart over to the corner of the room, by the couch. You pull the curtain all the way back to expose the entire city, and you sit down with your food and drink on the coffee table. You lift the cover of the huge tray and your heart melts. There's a small plate full of fruit—grapes, watermelon, strawberries, pineapple and raspberries. There's a slice of avocado toast—a large slice of sourdough bread with beautifully sliced avocado, radishes, and pumpkin seeds with salt, pepper, and balsamic vinegar. And there's a little bowl of steamed vegetables with cubed tofu—red peppers, asparagus and zucchini. "This is amazing" you think to yourself, as you sip on your latte. It's vanilla. "He must really like vanilla", you think, reminiscing on your shower with him. You lift your forearm up to your nose to see if you can smell it, and sure enough, you have a faint scent of vanilla lingering on your skin. You take a moment to see the city view, taking everything in. You think about your walk you took yesterday morning. You had no idea anything like this would ever come of the BTS concert.

You eat your breakfast and it's incredible. You wish you could thank Jungkook or Joon for this nice gesture. Nobody's ever done something like this for you; then again, you've never been in a situation quite like this one. But who is Nabi and why is she coming? You should shower before she gets there, but you have no clothes to put on. You check the dressers and they're empty. Anyways, you don't really need to shower. You took one five hours ago, after all. You turn on the TV and sit and wait. You put on a show about crime investigations. You get really into it, still sipping on your latte. This bed is so comfortable...and you slept in this bed with Jungkook last night. Unbelievable.

Finally, you hear a knock on the door. Nervous, you run over to it and open it. You expected a woman, and there is a woman...and two men behind her with large suitcases...

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GO VEGAN!

Love, always,

Samantha Michelle