Hotel 0: Chapter 12
Title: Hotel 0
Author: chaebol
Length: (12/13)
Genre: mystery, horror, romance, slight humor
Rating:NC-17
Summary: Jaejoong gets stranded on a deserted road in the middle of nowhere and he finds an active hotel. Strangely welcomed into this ominous place, Jaejoong meets Yunho, the host and learns about the tales of the room 0, the room that never was.
A/N: title based on a mini- drama starring Kanjani 8 & Arashi, "Hotel 0."
Warning(s): language, some explicit sexual content and gore
A/N#2: alot of history be wary!
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11
Chapter 12: Interlude
“You’re crazy.” Junki huffed in response, not for a moment did he budge at the sight of his secret boyfriend’s disgust.
“And what does that make you? The bitch’s servant, Jihoon?” and scoffed, evidently taking the seriousness into consideration.
Jihoon sighed and gritted his teeth in order to prevent himself from sending another out lash. “Look Junki, I am not going to arrange this formidably stupid marriage for my son. If he wants to marry another bitch, then deal with it.”
“Ah, that bitch being your wife choosing a bitch instead of my sweet little Miyoungie.” Junki added to his utter decree, ignoring the way Jihoon shook his head in frustration. “Junki, that’s no-“
“Not what it seems? I’m sure, Jihoon. Just like the time you proposed to Jessica and sent me an invitation telling me ‘this is not what it seems’ on the wedding day.” Junki spat with fury, slamming the door right behind him before he could hear another word from the insolent month of a boyfriend.
Of all the things- craziest things, he could have agreed upon, he chose to renovate and soon-to-be- operated a hotel.
In the middle of nowhere.
It didn’t help much that Junki had also just signed the fucking contract to claim joint ownership over useless property outside the city. The nerve of pulling him out on a horrible standing with his family and now he has to ensure this rundown of a hotel didn’t collapse with all his efforts put into it.
And whose idea was it?
Jessica.
Jung Jessica.
Jihoon’s wife.
That bitch.
How did he agree?
His boyfriend.
His secret boyfriend.
Jihoon.
That fucker.
And why did he trust him?
Because he’s a fucking idiot, who still believes that bastard loves him, that’s why.
Sighing, Junki rested his hand over his face, hoping for whatever strange power out there could help him out of this damn mess.
“Appa…”
Removing his hands, he looked down and quickly found his little girl, Miyoung dressed so neatly and nicely in her Sunday dress. Her large eyes watching him curiously and immediately a smile plastered onto his face. Then, in one swift scoop, he picked her up. “Miyoungieeeeee”
He twirled around with Miyoung in the air as she giggled at his lively affections. “How is Miyoungie?”
“Good,” She giggled again after Junki settled her back down. “Miyoungie misses Appa” she blushed and let her small hands played with the bottom of her dress.
Adorable as always, Junki thought. “Good girl” and patted her on the head.
If it was one thing he probably wouldn’t have regretted was having his own child. Even if he couldn’t conceive one with his pathetic excuse of a boyfriend, the experience of having his very own flesh and blood wasn’t such a bad idea.
Not only that, no one said he couldn’t do what he wanted with his own life, even if he had to marry another petite woman to satisfy his parents.
However, even he wanted to arrange something for his daughter- despite it all- he was only preparing Miyoung for her future and he would rather much see her rise than fall. That is, if only Jihoon would actually let her marry his son, Yunho, who just about as anyone would own his father’s belongings in the future.
A heir.
“Appa is looking really hard.” Miyoung said, interrupting his thoughts, where he quickly drew away and smiled again. “That’s because Appa is thinking really hard.” He kneeled down and poked her on the stomach, another giggle escaped her lips. “Why don’t you go play with Yunho and Jihye. I’m sure they want to play with you too, Miyoungie.”
“But they only want to play with the doggy- that pepper.” She pouted and got a pinch on the cheeks. “Aww, I’m sure they didn’t mean it. They probably thought you would play with them too.”
Her pout lessen, “but I wanna play with Appa too.” Miyoung mumbled, looking down on the break of tears and Junki nearly laughed.
Slowly, he reached in his pocket and handed her a necklace. “Here Miyoungie” he placed in around her neck- it was a key. “Whenever you want to see me, just use this key and you can go in anywhere you want in the hotel, ok?”
She perked up and smiled. “Ok”
- - >
“Tiffany, get me some water.” Jessica demanded, watching the clumsy woman shuffle across the room in a rush, pouring the water from a jug and hurriedly handed it to other woman.
Delicately, Jessica took the water, eyeing it for something that might be floating in her drink before throwing the content out onto Tiffany’s face.
“I told you to get me some water. I didn’t say I would drink this filth.” She answered Tiffany’s invisible question. “Get me some champagne to drink. It’s hot in here,” and watched the other woman leave the room to clean herself up, hopefully remembering the champagne before taking the jug along with her.
After the door closed, Jessica question, “I don’t know why you keep that girl around here, Jihoon. Obviously this place will be ruined before you know it- especially with those money making connections you have with that Junki.” She huffed.
Ignoring her nonsense, Jihoon looked out the window to distract himself and all the while the whole situation. It was definitely wrong to use his old lover for a stepping stone and to satisfy his wife’s demand, with one stone at that. However, he just couldn’t be a disappointment any longer. Not to his family, not to wife and especially not to his kids.
If it was someone he needed to sacrifice, then it was him.
- ->
Bestow to the two in the room, Junki overheard the conversation loud and clear. Most of it he knew he was a fool and the other, he knew he was an even greater fool for believing in such unless hope.
The things he did out of love.
He clutched his hands tightly, nearly on the brick of bleeding his frustration until he settled for leaving deep scratch marks on one of the replaced furnished wallpapers. Briefly noticing the daughter, Jihye heading towards the stairs and just about to go down herself.
He did what he had to do.
He pushed her down the stairs.
- - >
“Appa! Appa! Appaaaaa!!!”
Jihoon took out a drag and finished it quickly. He contemplated on the idea of having another when he swung the bonded key around his fingers, letting the continuous banging from the other side of the door grow louder.
“Appa! Appa! Help me! Appaaaa-!!!”
The sound of water came running down, almost as if drowning the screaming voice from within and thoughts of how his own daughter might have felt came rushing through his head.
His daughter was found badly wounded from a fall down the stair, her neck twisted nearly at a one eight degree angle and blood spilled all over the floor with a splat. By the time they were able to contact anyone for medical assistance, she had already died the next day, leaving his wife in a weeping state- who soon turned ill for the past few weeks.
And there was no one to blame but him.
He decided to take another, letting it drag on a little longer, ignoring the shrieks and cries resonating behind the bathroom door.
- ->
“Yunho, have you seen Miyoungie?” Junki asked cautiously, knowing full well the boy’s mother must have filled him with dreary thoughts about him. He could guess amongst them contained the word ‘dangerous’ which he knew would make Yunho just as uneasy.
“No, I haven’t seen her, sir.” He turned and began walking away slowly.
“Oh, then that’s alright.” He followed after the younger boy, “because I wouldn’t want her to see this anyway.” He flung a knife at Yunho, who barely escaped it with a scratch over his shoulder, knocking onto a lamp and it fell on Junki’s toe.
“Fuck!” He yelped and fell to the floor, watching Yunho make a run for it and stabbed on the sleeve at the end of the younger boy’s pants, stopping him in his tracks. The knife dug through the ground, holding Yunho in place with nowhere to run when he found Junki pull himself up, dusting his sleeves from his ungracious fall.
“You basta-Ah!!”
Before Junki could finish his sentence, a heavy sharp metal landed on his back and blood gushed everywhere, painting the rusty walls in its bright glory. He fell down to his knees and collapsed a moment later onto Yunho’s leg.
“Appa…” Yunho whispered when he spotted his father, Jihoon holding onto a rather large axe- now covered with blood from the previous assault. The fresh blood landed on his clothes and it looked like he had some dry ones at the corner of his shirt with some wrapped around his hand. He took the drag out from his mouth, eyeing the body before him and turned to his son.
Yunho flinched.
“Appa?” He gulped, hoping his father would respond to him endearingly, however, he only recieved a low murderous tone.
“Son…” Jihoon swung his axe around, flipping it from one hand to the next, his eyes never leaving Yunho, who is still inevitably grounded to the floor with the knife.
“Appa…” He shook his head, but his father didn’t seem to budge and slowly came to a halt. “There’s no one around anymore, son. Just you and me.”
The younger boy gulped. He didn’t know what to do. If he defies his father, he might die and something tells him if he goes along with his father’s wishes, the same result may occur.
No.
He didn’t want to die.
Not now.
Sobbing, Yunho prepared himself for the worst when Jihoon raised his axe, ready to take his son down along with the others he had befallen.
“Do you really want to live that badly, Yunho? If so, will you accept my help?”
It was Junki’s voice and Yunho recognized immediately that it wasn’t coming from the other man’s body at all but rather, in his head.
“I’ll help you if you give me your body, deal?”
Hesitantly, Yunho swallowed.
“Let’s go join them together, son.”
The axe came down.
“D-Deal!”
A loud chuckle entered his mind and soon flooded his head with cold chills throughout his body. The joint in his leg suddenly sprung forward, dodging the axe, he grabbed the knife against his foot and jumped behind Jihoon.
Aiming his knife at the other’s back, Yunho’s hand stabbed his father repetitively, over and over again.
Stab.
Stab.
Stab.
His father stopped moving and soon a laughter unknown to Yunho echoed around the hall, his conscious fading into a dark gloom until he heard the taunts of another voice in his head.
“Like father like son, you’re a fool, Yunho.”
A/N: I’m done with exams and I started my summer break a few days ago but I was on a freedom roll so I didn’t have time to write this until now. :D /is shot/ Anyway, it’s a lot of history and I wrote this in a midst of a headache I can’t get rid of (without glasses so that doesn’t help my irritation e.e) so please disregard all the minor mistakes. Not that there wasn’t any before. So I hope this part explains a lot more of the story and there’s one more chapter left with possibly an epilogue so look forward to that! \8D/
Questions, comments and criticism are welcome! \o/
Author: chaebol
Length: (12/13)
Genre: mystery, horror, romance, slight humor
Rating:NC-17
Summary: Jaejoong gets stranded on a deserted road in the middle of nowhere and he finds an active hotel. Strangely welcomed into this ominous place, Jaejoong meets Yunho, the host and learns about the tales of the room 0, the room that never was.
A/N: title based on a mini- drama starring Kanjani 8 & Arashi, "Hotel 0."
Warning(s): language, some explicit sexual content and gore
A/N#2: alot of history be wary!
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11
Chapter 12: Interlude
“You’re crazy.” Junki huffed in response, not for a moment did he budge at the sight of his secret boyfriend’s disgust.
“And what does that make you? The bitch’s servant, Jihoon?” and scoffed, evidently taking the seriousness into consideration.
Jihoon sighed and gritted his teeth in order to prevent himself from sending another out lash. “Look Junki, I am not going to arrange this formidably stupid marriage for my son. If he wants to marry another bitch, then deal with it.”
“Ah, that bitch being your wife choosing a bitch instead of my sweet little Miyoungie.” Junki added to his utter decree, ignoring the way Jihoon shook his head in frustration. “Junki, that’s no-“
“Not what it seems? I’m sure, Jihoon. Just like the time you proposed to Jessica and sent me an invitation telling me ‘this is not what it seems’ on the wedding day.” Junki spat with fury, slamming the door right behind him before he could hear another word from the insolent month of a boyfriend.
Of all the things- craziest things, he could have agreed upon, he chose to renovate and soon-to-be- operated a hotel.
In the middle of nowhere.
It didn’t help much that Junki had also just signed the fucking contract to claim joint ownership over useless property outside the city. The nerve of pulling him out on a horrible standing with his family and now he has to ensure this rundown of a hotel didn’t collapse with all his efforts put into it.
And whose idea was it?
Jessica.
Jung Jessica.
Jihoon’s wife.
That bitch.
How did he agree?
His boyfriend.
His secret boyfriend.
Jihoon.
That fucker.
And why did he trust him?
Because he’s a fucking idiot, who still believes that bastard loves him, that’s why.
Sighing, Junki rested his hand over his face, hoping for whatever strange power out there could help him out of this damn mess.
“Appa…”
Removing his hands, he looked down and quickly found his little girl, Miyoung dressed so neatly and nicely in her Sunday dress. Her large eyes watching him curiously and immediately a smile plastered onto his face. Then, in one swift scoop, he picked her up. “Miyoungieeeeee”
He twirled around with Miyoung in the air as she giggled at his lively affections. “How is Miyoungie?”
“Good,” She giggled again after Junki settled her back down. “Miyoungie misses Appa” she blushed and let her small hands played with the bottom of her dress.
Adorable as always, Junki thought. “Good girl” and patted her on the head.
If it was one thing he probably wouldn’t have regretted was having his own child. Even if he couldn’t conceive one with his pathetic excuse of a boyfriend, the experience of having his very own flesh and blood wasn’t such a bad idea.
Not only that, no one said he couldn’t do what he wanted with his own life, even if he had to marry another petite woman to satisfy his parents.
However, even he wanted to arrange something for his daughter- despite it all- he was only preparing Miyoung for her future and he would rather much see her rise than fall. That is, if only Jihoon would actually let her marry his son, Yunho, who just about as anyone would own his father’s belongings in the future.
A heir.
“Appa is looking really hard.” Miyoung said, interrupting his thoughts, where he quickly drew away and smiled again. “That’s because Appa is thinking really hard.” He kneeled down and poked her on the stomach, another giggle escaped her lips. “Why don’t you go play with Yunho and Jihye. I’m sure they want to play with you too, Miyoungie.”
“But they only want to play with the doggy- that pepper.” She pouted and got a pinch on the cheeks. “Aww, I’m sure they didn’t mean it. They probably thought you would play with them too.”
Her pout lessen, “but I wanna play with Appa too.” Miyoung mumbled, looking down on the break of tears and Junki nearly laughed.
Slowly, he reached in his pocket and handed her a necklace. “Here Miyoungie” he placed in around her neck- it was a key. “Whenever you want to see me, just use this key and you can go in anywhere you want in the hotel, ok?”
She perked up and smiled. “Ok”
- - >
“Tiffany, get me some water.” Jessica demanded, watching the clumsy woman shuffle across the room in a rush, pouring the water from a jug and hurriedly handed it to other woman.
Delicately, Jessica took the water, eyeing it for something that might be floating in her drink before throwing the content out onto Tiffany’s face.
“I told you to get me some water. I didn’t say I would drink this filth.” She answered Tiffany’s invisible question. “Get me some champagne to drink. It’s hot in here,” and watched the other woman leave the room to clean herself up, hopefully remembering the champagne before taking the jug along with her.
After the door closed, Jessica question, “I don’t know why you keep that girl around here, Jihoon. Obviously this place will be ruined before you know it- especially with those money making connections you have with that Junki.” She huffed.
Ignoring her nonsense, Jihoon looked out the window to distract himself and all the while the whole situation. It was definitely wrong to use his old lover for a stepping stone and to satisfy his wife’s demand, with one stone at that. However, he just couldn’t be a disappointment any longer. Not to his family, not to wife and especially not to his kids.
If it was someone he needed to sacrifice, then it was him.
- ->
Bestow to the two in the room, Junki overheard the conversation loud and clear. Most of it he knew he was a fool and the other, he knew he was an even greater fool for believing in such unless hope.
The things he did out of love.
He clutched his hands tightly, nearly on the brick of bleeding his frustration until he settled for leaving deep scratch marks on one of the replaced furnished wallpapers. Briefly noticing the daughter, Jihye heading towards the stairs and just about to go down herself.
He did what he had to do.
He pushed her down the stairs.
- - >
“Appa! Appa! Appaaaaa!!!”
Jihoon took out a drag and finished it quickly. He contemplated on the idea of having another when he swung the bonded key around his fingers, letting the continuous banging from the other side of the door grow louder.
“Appa! Appa! Help me! Appaaaa-!!!”
The sound of water came running down, almost as if drowning the screaming voice from within and thoughts of how his own daughter might have felt came rushing through his head.
His daughter was found badly wounded from a fall down the stair, her neck twisted nearly at a one eight degree angle and blood spilled all over the floor with a splat. By the time they were able to contact anyone for medical assistance, she had already died the next day, leaving his wife in a weeping state- who soon turned ill for the past few weeks.
And there was no one to blame but him.
He decided to take another, letting it drag on a little longer, ignoring the shrieks and cries resonating behind the bathroom door.
- ->
“Yunho, have you seen Miyoungie?” Junki asked cautiously, knowing full well the boy’s mother must have filled him with dreary thoughts about him. He could guess amongst them contained the word ‘dangerous’ which he knew would make Yunho just as uneasy.
“No, I haven’t seen her, sir.” He turned and began walking away slowly.
“Oh, then that’s alright.” He followed after the younger boy, “because I wouldn’t want her to see this anyway.” He flung a knife at Yunho, who barely escaped it with a scratch over his shoulder, knocking onto a lamp and it fell on Junki’s toe.
“Fuck!” He yelped and fell to the floor, watching Yunho make a run for it and stabbed on the sleeve at the end of the younger boy’s pants, stopping him in his tracks. The knife dug through the ground, holding Yunho in place with nowhere to run when he found Junki pull himself up, dusting his sleeves from his ungracious fall.
“You basta-Ah!!”
Before Junki could finish his sentence, a heavy sharp metal landed on his back and blood gushed everywhere, painting the rusty walls in its bright glory. He fell down to his knees and collapsed a moment later onto Yunho’s leg.
“Appa…” Yunho whispered when he spotted his father, Jihoon holding onto a rather large axe- now covered with blood from the previous assault. The fresh blood landed on his clothes and it looked like he had some dry ones at the corner of his shirt with some wrapped around his hand. He took the drag out from his mouth, eyeing the body before him and turned to his son.
Yunho flinched.
“Appa?” He gulped, hoping his father would respond to him endearingly, however, he only recieved a low murderous tone.
“Son…” Jihoon swung his axe around, flipping it from one hand to the next, his eyes never leaving Yunho, who is still inevitably grounded to the floor with the knife.
“Appa…” He shook his head, but his father didn’t seem to budge and slowly came to a halt. “There’s no one around anymore, son. Just you and me.”
The younger boy gulped. He didn’t know what to do. If he defies his father, he might die and something tells him if he goes along with his father’s wishes, the same result may occur.
No.
He didn’t want to die.
Not now.
Sobbing, Yunho prepared himself for the worst when Jihoon raised his axe, ready to take his son down along with the others he had befallen.
“Do you really want to live that badly, Yunho? If so, will you accept my help?”
It was Junki’s voice and Yunho recognized immediately that it wasn’t coming from the other man’s body at all but rather, in his head.
“I’ll help you if you give me your body, deal?”
Hesitantly, Yunho swallowed.
“Let’s go join them together, son.”
The axe came down.
“D-Deal!”
A loud chuckle entered his mind and soon flooded his head with cold chills throughout his body. The joint in his leg suddenly sprung forward, dodging the axe, he grabbed the knife against his foot and jumped behind Jihoon.
Aiming his knife at the other’s back, Yunho’s hand stabbed his father repetitively, over and over again.
Stab.
Stab.
Stab.
His father stopped moving and soon a laughter unknown to Yunho echoed around the hall, his conscious fading into a dark gloom until he heard the taunts of another voice in his head.
“Like father like son, you’re a fool, Yunho.”
A/N: I’m done with exams and I started my summer break a few days ago but I was on a freedom roll so I didn’t have time to write this until now. :D /is shot/ Anyway, it’s a lot of history and I wrote this in a midst of a headache I can’t get rid of (without glasses so that doesn’t help my irritation e.e) so please disregard all the minor mistakes. Not that there wasn’t any before. So I hope this part explains a lot more of the story and there’s one more chapter left with possibly an epilogue so look forward to that! \8D/
Questions, comments and criticism are welcome! \o/