Hotel 0: chapter 7
Title: Hotel 0
Author: chaebol
Length: (7/?)
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(very much later if I come around to it >__>)
A/N#2: finally some smut :D
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Jaejoong couldn’t comprehend what he wasn’t doing anymore. The sound of the rings tickling away with static and he tighten his grip onto the telecom hesitantly.
Maybe this is a bad idea. He second thought himself and before he could come up with a third and a fourth, the line picked up.
”Hello, Yunho speaking. You have reached our service line of Hotel 0. How may I assist you?”
Jaejoong gulped at Yunho’s voice, so rehearsed and undeniably attractive. His mind began to detach himself from reality and breathe heavily into the telecom as he forgot the mental script in his head.
”Hello?”
Blinking, Jaejoong had the sudden urge to just hang up and forget about it until what Yunho said next made him stay on the line.
”Jaejoong sir?”
“Oh, u-um… hi” He stuttered horribly and tried hard not to blush even though Yunho couldn’t see it on his face.
He heard chuckling on the other line and made a note that he never really heard Yunho like this. ”Is there something you would like to request for, Jaejoong sir?” Yunho inquired and Jaejoong felt his throat go dry.
A new room where there isn’t a little girl to interrupt because I want to make out with you even if you’re gay or no-
“Um…” Jaejoong scratched the back of his head subconsciously out of habit and brushed his hand against the bandages around his neck. “Bandages!” he shouted too eagerly into the telecom and slapped himself on the head for sounding a bit desperate.
”Are you sure, Jaejoong sir? Is it just irritation?”
It will be if you don’t get over here, Jaejoong thought “Yes, I’m sure.” He didn’t know where this needy desire to see the other man came from. “I don’t think these are useful anymore.”
A pause and some shuffling were heard on the other end.
“Alright, Jaejoong sir. I’ll be there in a few minutes with bandages.”
Jaejoong nodded to himself, listening to the click and hung up.
He collapsed onto his bed and began to count sheep until Yunho arrive.
--->
After four hundred sheeps, Jaejoong had already lost count when he heard the door knock and rose out of bed. This time double checking the peephole before opening the door to yet another stranger with a dangerously sharp knife at his throat and threatening his life.
Not like he needed one in the first place.
He looked through the hole and confirmed it was Yunho who only smirked in return, as if he knew he was being watched. It made Jaejoong shiver uneasily.
Surprisingly, Yunho wasn’t wearing a hat nor was he wearing his odd fashion suit, but instead a regular black blouse and some clad jeans. Though Jaejoong was glad for the nice change, he still wondered if Yunho had his on and off fashionable days.
He clasped his face a few times in preparation,you’ll be ok, taking a deep breath, just don’t try to kiss him and opened the door.
“Hello Jaejoong sir.” Yunho greeted with a smile and gave a friendly wave, which Jaejoong still believes is totally off in contrast to the man’s polite manners (aside from the formalities) to casually befriending him all over again. However, that wasn’t the part that was bothering him.
He found it absolutely sexy appealing.
“I brought the bandages.” He held up a bundle and Jaejoong notice Yunho’s bare chest were slightly expose.
“A-ah, right. Bandages.” Jaejoong almost completely forgot and led Yunho into his room. He sat down on his bed and before he began unraveling his previous strap, Yunho stopped him.
“Allow me to handle it, Jaejoong sir.”
“Ok”
He laid his hands down and allowed Yunho to work on the bandages around his neck, untying them and each strain one-by-one.
Yunho’s hand burn against skin when he tilted his head and observed his wound, “It’s getting better, Jaejoong sir. Just remember not to touch it.”
“Ok” Jaejoong coughed out, preventing himself from swallowing so hard because he didn’t want Yunho to notice his Adams apple moving along his throat in nervousness. Much less, to show he was terribly uncomfortable with a pair of brown sinful looking eyes gazing at him.
It wasn’t too long before Yunho had started wrapping another roll of bandages around his neck after applying some ointment and making sure his skin had not become infected.
“Finish” Jaejoong instinctively touched his neck to ensure the new bandages were safely secured again.
“Yunho…” He breathed hesitantly.
“Yes?”
Yunho waited for him to speak and Jaejoong felt like his brain turn to mush under those watchful eyes.
“A-are you…”
Are you gay? Do you like me?
“Are … I-I”
Are you even real?
“I-I can’t sleep”
Jaejoong mentally choked himself for having such a coward’s mouth. He could have gotten some answers right now but he’ll never know if he doesn’t question it.
It’s not like Yunho would have answered him either.
“Would you like a massage then?” Yunho suggested, coming dangerously closer to Jaejoong’s beamingly flushed cheeks, which the other attempted to hide. “I’ll assist you, Jaejoong sir.” He purred in a velvet whisper and Jaejoong could feel the chills running down his spine and even further down to his pants.
“S-sure”
Without much thought about his answer, Jaejoong could feel Yunho eyeing him in appeasement before stroking his cherry bright cheeks, “please lay down.”
Unsure of the procedure, Jaejoong did just that and lay down on the bed, his back on the mattress and watching Yunho expectantly. His breathing coming down higher in anticipation once he felt Yunho slid between his legs and told him to scoot higher, and then flip over onto his stomach instead.
Jaejoong grabbed onto one of the pillows and buried his flustered face, his shoulders tensing unconsciously as he tried to distract himself. It wasn’t everyday he would sought out a massage however, he didn’t want to spend another night with less sleep and more unnatural things to face.
He just wanted to think this was all a dream.
“Please relax your shoulders, Jaejoong sir. It would do you less comfort.” Yunho stated considerately and Jaejoong let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
A pair of hands rubbed his shoulders and inched closer to his neck, where he could feel the pressure of each of the other man’s slim fingers wiggling their way around his skin.
Jaejoong shut his eyes and sighed in content at the loose knots while his muscles turn into sponges.
It was just what he needed and he let out a moan when he couldn’t hold in, considering the fact that it felt so incredibly good coming from Yunho’s expert hands. He felt Yunho continue his ministrations for awhile and soon, the pressure of the other man’s hands came lower to his waist.
Jaejoong shivered with a jolt when Yunho hit a good spot. He sighed and soon purred slowly afterwards as it got better by the minute.
“Ugh. That’s so good.”
He almost forgot the accumulated stress and his mind began to cloud with dreaminess. The urge to vocal his distress and groan sensually underneath the guide’s touches were really beginning to make him horny.
Not that Yunho needed to know that.
Just when Jaejoong was about to doze off, he yelped at the touch of hands on his buttcheeks and groaned loudly. “Y-yunho, what are you doing?”
He turned to look over his shoulder but sadly, he could hardly see because Yunho was holding him down and stilling him. “Don’t move, Jaejoong sir. This will help, I assure you” and he continued to massage the curves around Jaejoong’s hip and back down to his fine ass.
Jaejoong groaned at the sensational touches when Yunho’s fingertips groped his ass and he shamelessly buckled in response.
“A-ahhh… Yunho…”
Jaejoong’s breath hitched as he buried his face into his pillow to drown himself into the comfortable world of fluffiness.
It did work.
For only another five seconds, that is.
Immensely, Jaejoong found himself in another fit of moans until he was abruptly flipped onto his back and was now facing Yunho who peered at him so hungrily. Just like he wanted to devour him nice and slow, which Jaejoong wouldn’t have mind if he knew his absolute preferences.
“You’re look really stunning, Jaejoong sir.” Yunho whispered in a low voice and stroked jaejoong’s blushing cheeks again. Somehow, Jaejoong knew it would turn to a habit sooner or later.
The next moment shocked him. No, shock was an understatement. Jaejoong could feel the butterflies penetrating his stomach for an escape when Yunho’s lips descended upon his and took a generous amount of his breath away.
He kissed him back, however when Jaejoong tried to deepen their kiss, Yunho had pulled away and stroked Jaejoong’s stomach gently. The man’s hand found its way into Jaejoong’s shirt and pinched his sensitive nipple with those slim fingers.
“Ugh.” Jaejoong let out a groan in embarrassment and subconsciously wrapped his arm around Yunho’s neck, fisting the other man’s gorgeously styled hair.
Yunho smiled at the reaction and slid his hand lower across Jaejoong’s stomach and undoing the button and zipper holding the other’s pants together.
Jaejoong gulped in anticipation, too distracted by the stimulating pleasure when Yunho took hold of his aching manhood, which he found it odd that he was going hard from the simple touches of another man.
He doesn’t even remember if he was straight anymore.
“Ahhh… Yunho…more please.” Jaejoong shamelessly requested, catching his breath when he heard Yunho whispering the words he wanted to hear next to his ear.
"As you wish, Jaejoong sir" and stroked him off quickly.
It sent Jaejoong on a numerous levels of pleasure he couldn’t contain, his throat going dry from cursing so much and half his head sliding down the bedside. Both his blood came rushing in various directions from up his head and down his arousal.
He couldn’t think- didn’t want to think anymore. It was all so captivating until he notices a shadow against the door.
The craziest thing- or at least he wished it was when he spotted Miyoung behind the crease opening of his doorway. Her eyes watching him, intrigued and seeing straight into him, even as if she was trying to burn something onto his terrified soul.
Carefully, Jaejoong closed his eyes and breathed heavily once he felt Yunho pull onto his arousal, softly kissing it and sending tingles up his spine.
Jaejoong couldn’t take it anymore.
He peeked. Not because he was tempted to reopen his eyes again to make sure he was just seeing things, but because he was scared. Too scared he wouldn’t notice the dark smile on her face, the awkward position of her arms hanging around her sides and as if she would dare to come closer to him.
It scared the shit out of Jaejoong to be watched by a little girl while Yunho stroked him off deliriously with an unnoticed child secretly catching her parents in the midst of their private corridors and making love.
And it scared Jaejoong the most when he could hear her voice echoing even though he reached his peak, screaming as he came all over Yunho’s hand and staining a part of his pants with Yunho’s very expensive sleeve.
"He’s dead, Oppa."
A/N: Why hello. :D I’ve been busy with the past few weeks with exams and somehow I found it hard to write this chapter when it was all over. OTL Hopefully, I’ll be able to update soon because this is probably one of the ‘not so scary’ (in my opinion) before more things happen. Sorry for the lack of answers. Please don’t kill me. D: /hides/
Questions, comments and criticisms are welcome!
Author: chaebol
Length: (7/?)
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(very much later if I come around to it >__>)
A/N#2: finally some smut :D
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Jaejoong couldn’t comprehend what he wasn’t doing anymore. The sound of the rings tickling away with static and he tighten his grip onto the telecom hesitantly.
Maybe this is a bad idea. He second thought himself and before he could come up with a third and a fourth, the line picked up.
”Hello, Yunho speaking. You have reached our service line of Hotel 0. How may I assist you?”
Jaejoong gulped at Yunho’s voice, so rehearsed and undeniably attractive. His mind began to detach himself from reality and breathe heavily into the telecom as he forgot the mental script in his head.
”Hello?”
Blinking, Jaejoong had the sudden urge to just hang up and forget about it until what Yunho said next made him stay on the line.
”Jaejoong sir?”
“Oh, u-um… hi” He stuttered horribly and tried hard not to blush even though Yunho couldn’t see it on his face.
He heard chuckling on the other line and made a note that he never really heard Yunho like this. ”Is there something you would like to request for, Jaejoong sir?” Yunho inquired and Jaejoong felt his throat go dry.
A new room where there isn’t a little girl to interrupt because I want to make out with you even if you’re gay or no-
“Um…” Jaejoong scratched the back of his head subconsciously out of habit and brushed his hand against the bandages around his neck. “Bandages!” he shouted too eagerly into the telecom and slapped himself on the head for sounding a bit desperate.
”Are you sure, Jaejoong sir? Is it just irritation?”
It will be if you don’t get over here, Jaejoong thought “Yes, I’m sure.” He didn’t know where this needy desire to see the other man came from. “I don’t think these are useful anymore.”
A pause and some shuffling were heard on the other end.
“Alright, Jaejoong sir. I’ll be there in a few minutes with bandages.”
Jaejoong nodded to himself, listening to the click and hung up.
He collapsed onto his bed and began to count sheep until Yunho arrive.
--->
After four hundred sheeps, Jaejoong had already lost count when he heard the door knock and rose out of bed. This time double checking the peephole before opening the door to yet another stranger with a dangerously sharp knife at his throat and threatening his life.
Not like he needed one in the first place.
He looked through the hole and confirmed it was Yunho who only smirked in return, as if he knew he was being watched. It made Jaejoong shiver uneasily.
Surprisingly, Yunho wasn’t wearing a hat nor was he wearing his odd fashion suit, but instead a regular black blouse and some clad jeans. Though Jaejoong was glad for the nice change, he still wondered if Yunho had his on and off fashionable days.
He clasped his face a few times in preparation,you’ll be ok, taking a deep breath, just don’t try to kiss him and opened the door.
“Hello Jaejoong sir.” Yunho greeted with a smile and gave a friendly wave, which Jaejoong still believes is totally off in contrast to the man’s polite manners (aside from the formalities) to casually befriending him all over again. However, that wasn’t the part that was bothering him.
He found it absolutely sexy appealing.
“I brought the bandages.” He held up a bundle and Jaejoong notice Yunho’s bare chest were slightly expose.
“A-ah, right. Bandages.” Jaejoong almost completely forgot and led Yunho into his room. He sat down on his bed and before he began unraveling his previous strap, Yunho stopped him.
“Allow me to handle it, Jaejoong sir.”
“Ok”
He laid his hands down and allowed Yunho to work on the bandages around his neck, untying them and each strain one-by-one.
Yunho’s hand burn against skin when he tilted his head and observed his wound, “It’s getting better, Jaejoong sir. Just remember not to touch it.”
“Ok” Jaejoong coughed out, preventing himself from swallowing so hard because he didn’t want Yunho to notice his Adams apple moving along his throat in nervousness. Much less, to show he was terribly uncomfortable with a pair of brown sinful looking eyes gazing at him.
It wasn’t too long before Yunho had started wrapping another roll of bandages around his neck after applying some ointment and making sure his skin had not become infected.
“Finish” Jaejoong instinctively touched his neck to ensure the new bandages were safely secured again.
“Yunho…” He breathed hesitantly.
“Yes?”
Yunho waited for him to speak and Jaejoong felt like his brain turn to mush under those watchful eyes.
“A-are you…”
Are you gay? Do you like me?
“Are … I-I”
Are you even real?
“I-I can’t sleep”
Jaejoong mentally choked himself for having such a coward’s mouth. He could have gotten some answers right now but he’ll never know if he doesn’t question it.
It’s not like Yunho would have answered him either.
“Would you like a massage then?” Yunho suggested, coming dangerously closer to Jaejoong’s beamingly flushed cheeks, which the other attempted to hide. “I’ll assist you, Jaejoong sir.” He purred in a velvet whisper and Jaejoong could feel the chills running down his spine and even further down to his pants.
“S-sure”
Without much thought about his answer, Jaejoong could feel Yunho eyeing him in appeasement before stroking his cherry bright cheeks, “please lay down.”
Unsure of the procedure, Jaejoong did just that and lay down on the bed, his back on the mattress and watching Yunho expectantly. His breathing coming down higher in anticipation once he felt Yunho slid between his legs and told him to scoot higher, and then flip over onto his stomach instead.
Jaejoong grabbed onto one of the pillows and buried his flustered face, his shoulders tensing unconsciously as he tried to distract himself. It wasn’t everyday he would sought out a massage however, he didn’t want to spend another night with less sleep and more unnatural things to face.
He just wanted to think this was all a dream.
“Please relax your shoulders, Jaejoong sir. It would do you less comfort.” Yunho stated considerately and Jaejoong let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
A pair of hands rubbed his shoulders and inched closer to his neck, where he could feel the pressure of each of the other man’s slim fingers wiggling their way around his skin.
Jaejoong shut his eyes and sighed in content at the loose knots while his muscles turn into sponges.
It was just what he needed and he let out a moan when he couldn’t hold in, considering the fact that it felt so incredibly good coming from Yunho’s expert hands. He felt Yunho continue his ministrations for awhile and soon, the pressure of the other man’s hands came lower to his waist.
Jaejoong shivered with a jolt when Yunho hit a good spot. He sighed and soon purred slowly afterwards as it got better by the minute.
“Ugh. That’s so good.”
He almost forgot the accumulated stress and his mind began to cloud with dreaminess. The urge to vocal his distress and groan sensually underneath the guide’s touches were really beginning to make him horny.
Not that Yunho needed to know that.
Just when Jaejoong was about to doze off, he yelped at the touch of hands on his buttcheeks and groaned loudly. “Y-yunho, what are you doing?”
He turned to look over his shoulder but sadly, he could hardly see because Yunho was holding him down and stilling him. “Don’t move, Jaejoong sir. This will help, I assure you” and he continued to massage the curves around Jaejoong’s hip and back down to his fine ass.
Jaejoong groaned at the sensational touches when Yunho’s fingertips groped his ass and he shamelessly buckled in response.
“A-ahhh… Yunho…”
Jaejoong’s breath hitched as he buried his face into his pillow to drown himself into the comfortable world of fluffiness.
It did work.
For only another five seconds, that is.
Immensely, Jaejoong found himself in another fit of moans until he was abruptly flipped onto his back and was now facing Yunho who peered at him so hungrily. Just like he wanted to devour him nice and slow, which Jaejoong wouldn’t have mind if he knew his absolute preferences.
“You’re look really stunning, Jaejoong sir.” Yunho whispered in a low voice and stroked jaejoong’s blushing cheeks again. Somehow, Jaejoong knew it would turn to a habit sooner or later.
The next moment shocked him. No, shock was an understatement. Jaejoong could feel the butterflies penetrating his stomach for an escape when Yunho’s lips descended upon his and took a generous amount of his breath away.
He kissed him back, however when Jaejoong tried to deepen their kiss, Yunho had pulled away and stroked Jaejoong’s stomach gently. The man’s hand found its way into Jaejoong’s shirt and pinched his sensitive nipple with those slim fingers.
“Ugh.” Jaejoong let out a groan in embarrassment and subconsciously wrapped his arm around Yunho’s neck, fisting the other man’s gorgeously styled hair.
Yunho smiled at the reaction and slid his hand lower across Jaejoong’s stomach and undoing the button and zipper holding the other’s pants together.
Jaejoong gulped in anticipation, too distracted by the stimulating pleasure when Yunho took hold of his aching manhood, which he found it odd that he was going hard from the simple touches of another man.
He doesn’t even remember if he was straight anymore.
“Ahhh… Yunho…more please.” Jaejoong shamelessly requested, catching his breath when he heard Yunho whispering the words he wanted to hear next to his ear.
"As you wish, Jaejoong sir" and stroked him off quickly.
It sent Jaejoong on a numerous levels of pleasure he couldn’t contain, his throat going dry from cursing so much and half his head sliding down the bedside. Both his blood came rushing in various directions from up his head and down his arousal.
He couldn’t think- didn’t want to think anymore. It was all so captivating until he notices a shadow against the door.
The craziest thing- or at least he wished it was when he spotted Miyoung behind the crease opening of his doorway. Her eyes watching him, intrigued and seeing straight into him, even as if she was trying to burn something onto his terrified soul.
Carefully, Jaejoong closed his eyes and breathed heavily once he felt Yunho pull onto his arousal, softly kissing it and sending tingles up his spine.
Jaejoong couldn’t take it anymore.
He peeked. Not because he was tempted to reopen his eyes again to make sure he was just seeing things, but because he was scared. Too scared he wouldn’t notice the dark smile on her face, the awkward position of her arms hanging around her sides and as if she would dare to come closer to him.
It scared the shit out of Jaejoong to be watched by a little girl while Yunho stroked him off deliriously with an unnoticed child secretly catching her parents in the midst of their private corridors and making love.
And it scared Jaejoong the most when he could hear her voice echoing even though he reached his peak, screaming as he came all over Yunho’s hand and staining a part of his pants with Yunho’s very expensive sleeve.
"He’s dead, Oppa."
A/N: Why hello. :D I’ve been busy with the past few weeks with exams and somehow I found it hard to write this chapter when it was all over. OTL Hopefully, I’ll be able to update soon because this is probably one of the ‘not so scary’ (in my opinion) before more things happen. Sorry for the lack of answers. Please don’t kill me. D: /hides/
Questions, comments and criticisms are welcome!