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Perfect Reservation (4) — hoonsuk!
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JUST AS SCHEDULED, the autumn months passed by quite swiftly, tearing three sheets off the yearly calendar. The air outside became heavier to breath in, as the nights pulled a longing, devouring more time than in the sunnier days. Hyunsuk became so occupied in the higher demands of rooms and reservations, that one day, on a December morning he paced his way to the hotel, with a cup of lukewarm coffee in his hand. He hadn't comprehended that a crumb of crystal floated into his cup from the azure sky, melting into the liquid. A rain of snowflakes started to decline from the grey clouds, sprinkling the teeming streets and sidewalks.
Now, nights meant warm sips of tea and a tinfulls of gingerbread biscuits, or his favorite, apple berry pies. Even in his busiest time, there will always be a chance of enjoying the blistering month. With new years coming around the corner, all the rooms were always booked, and sometimes added a load of responsibilities of keeping the place as comfortable and home-like as possible. Afterall, the Radcliffe was known for always being welcoming.
Hyunsuk remembered when the blizzard kicked in town, it wasn't the worst they have experienced before, but surely was strong enough to close a few shops down the block and make the roads utterly treacherous. Schools also went on an early break, as the weather became a nightmare outside, and it was Hyunsuk's mission to make his guests snuggle comfortably inside, all safe and sound.
Close to midnight, Hyunsuk had himself busy pampering his fingers on the computer of the front desk. He pressed the enter button, rolling his shoulders back as he relieved a sigh. The manager then glanced at the corner of the screen, closing his eyes for a lengthy moment.
The receptionist next to him chuckled lightly, "You're usually checking up on the stage at this time of the night. No show today?"
Hyunsuk rubbed his palm together and blew his hot breath, "Nope, not tonight. They have a special performance at the grand arena across town, under Mr. Radcliffe's orders,"
She hummed, stacking thin files in one pile, "No wonder," She then slipped them in a filing cabinet under the desk, "Recruiting them has probably been the best thing you've done this year, hasn't it Mr. Manager? Especially that certain singer,"
Her snickers only deepened his furring brows, resting his elbow on the table and caressing his forehead. He groaned, throat all sore from the long hours.
"I really don't feel like arguing with you right now, Siyeon."
The receptionist clicked her heels before opening the lowest cabinet, "I'm only saying, he has swooned over lots of guests and employees," She noted, "Including yourself,"
