Hotel 0: Chapter 8
Title: Hotel 0
Author: chaebol
Length: (8/?)
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 (character death in this chapter)
A/N#2: this may be the freakiest one of yet ;~;
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Chapter 8
Jaejoong woke up with a dizzy headache.
The room curved with some splitting turns and his head automatically followed to set everything right side up again; however, he ended up collapsing back onto the bed instead. The numbing pain didn’t seem to help either when he got up and slipped on pool of water, which Jaejoong could only assume that the ceiling is leaking.
Even the cloudy sky made it harder to tell whether it was the morning, afternoon or if it was still the daytime at all. Though, from what Jaejoong could decipher, it was definitely another day in the hotel.
“Ugh. I must’ve had some crazy dream.” He muttered under his sleepy breath. The thoughts of him calling Yunho to help him change his bandages and resulting with an awesome handjob swirled into his mind. Slowly engulfed by his displaced thoughts like a hurricane swallowing everything in its path and he could see nothing but the room shifting.
Pfft.The man wouldn’t do such a thing, especially for him, he thought.
Grabbing onto the shallow walls, Jaejoong made his way out of his room and to the bathroom until something- someone of another human body, panting, had ran into him.
Jaejoong fell to the ground like a fallen leaf from an old wooden tree branch. He rolled to his sides, his mind still in a daze that he couldn’t snap himself back to earth. The hallway kept turning repetitively and he found his arms pushing him back up to look at his perpetrator.
The messy glob of black hair and the trembling body resembled none other than his frighten friend.
“Y-Yoochun?” Jaejoong breathed, the dizziness returning in twice fold, “Are… you ok?” He placed his shaking hands onto the other’s shoulder and he could have sworn he was seeing triple.
He didn’t realize Yoochun was saying something until he closed his eyes to listen, preventing his aching mind from dislocating his surroundings. “What?”
“H-he’s coming...He’s coming, J-Jaejoong-sshi…” Yoochun whispered suddenly and Jaejoong opened his eyes.
“Who’s coming?”
“…the owner…”
“The… owner?...” Confusion, pain, and irritation welled up Jaejoong’s nerves and he found it extremely hard to breath. He could hear himself heave in and out, Yoochun sliding right side up, and anonymous water trickling down the walls, and then coming back in reverse again.
“The owner is coming, Jaejoong-sshi.” Yoochun’s voice echoes, frighten and it sounded like he was on the edge to crying his eyes out, or he had already done so.
“The owner is coming? Why?” He question.
“The owner…”
“…of this… hotel?”
“The owner is coming!”
“T-the own- “
“Ahhhh! He’s coming!” This time Yoochun screamed and Jaejoong jerked at the sudden outburst with one of his ears going deaf. The volume of his friend’s voice vibrated into his system like a chain of pain, each nerve slowing agitating one after another, as if his brain received millions of electrifying sharp bolts.
It didn’t help much that his dizziness was becoming worse and he wanted to puke his insides out from all the motion circulating around the hallway.
Jaejoong stumbled when he got up, pressing himself against the wall as the words from Yoochun’s mouth never cease to end. He heard another whisper with his deaf taken ears and he turned around to find Miyoung standing there, her mouth moving silently.
“He’s dead, Oppa.”
“Who’s dead?,” Jaejoong said out loud- or thought he did, however he heard nothing. His lips gaping for air, his throat going dry as his eyes became hazy after another blink or two and he wish he could control his senses before they all slip.
“Who’s dead, Miyoung?” He tried again.
Who is dead?
Answer me
Who who who who who?
Yunho? Yoochun?
Fuck! Answer me!
Immediately, the shocks shot up a notch and Jaejoong winced when the extra pain channeled from his body and to his head. He couldn’t tell if he was talking with his mouth or everything came from his head, his mind, this fucking dizziness.
He didn’t know anymore.
The room started to close in on him, walls shifting his view to the sides and he watched Miyoung try to speak again. Unfortunately, he couldn’t read the words coming from her lips as his eyes shut themselves, his mind seeing black and his thoughts going blank with a swift of an eraser.
“He’s dead, Oppa. The owner is dead.”
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Jaejoong woke up with a scream.
Gasping for air, he searched around the room with his wide eyes landing on the familiar textures of his ceiling and clearly above his bedroom. He was laying down on the comforts of his bed, even though he could hardly put his securities into the cushions and mattress as his safety ground.
He gulped, noticing the clearness of his wide-awaken state of mind except for his drenched covered forehead, which was filled with sweat and he found it hard to calm his nerves from coming to a near panic.
“A dream?” He rasped and eased a little to the fact that he could hear himself again. “Just a dream.”
Taking slow breathes; he steadied his intake to calm himself, eventually lying still on his bed.
“Just a dream”
A dream, he reminded himself. If only he was still dreaming when he first landed in this hotel, he swallowed bitterly.
Shifting, Jaejoong covered his face with his palms and began sorting out his thoughts. Mostly the very weird dream, he vaguely remembers the flicker of words and objects, but mainly the strange dizziness. It was to the point where he saw Miyoung and Yoochun, however he still didn’t understand the nightmare and who is the ‘owner,’ his friend had kept pointing out.
Even Miyoung had told him the owner is dead, but isn’t the owner of the hotel Yunho’s parents?
It would be logical, although, Yoochun kept pestering he was ‘coming.’
Unless he meant Yunho.
The back of his mind echoed and his gut feeling told him he might be right. Though, he could hardly believe Yunho had possibly been dead the entire time when he’s walking around and able to touch him, make him lust for him and speak such gratifying words.
He doesn’t know and he probably doesn’t want to find out either.
Brushing the thought aside, Jaejoong got out of bed and just as he opened the door, something landed in front of him.
He flinched, recognizing the figure as a person and a body-not just any body at that and gasped.
“Y-Yoochun?” Jaejoong whispered, slightly reminded of his nightmare; however this looked so much more frightening because his friend wasn’t moving an inch and his face paled like a sheet of paper. His eyes dilated, the curve of his mouth hung open and he was drenched in an enormous amount of blood, as if a rain of red stains had found their way onto his fragile body.
Jaejoong shook uncontrollably, covering his mouth in astonishment and fell to his knees. The bones in his quivering body began to turn cold, his insides giving way and rejecting every little attempt he made to gain control of his sanity.
Tears began to well up in his eyes when his met Yoochun’s and he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. The dizzy headache came crashing to his circuits in mere instants and he puked all over the corner of his room.
The dying cries in his mind urged him to scream and when he opened his mouth, he found out that he couldn’t.
Coughing, Jaejoong moved his trembling hand, shaking the lifeless body until he found the stains of blood-real blood prints on his fingertips and his tears poured down from his face even harder.
His friend was dead.
And he didn’t know how or why.
“You, what did you do?!” Jaejoong turned and saw Changmin, Yoochun’s boyfriend staring at him in shock and leered with every bit of loathing he had. “Did you do this, huh?! Did you?!” He shouted and Jaejoong looked at him in surprise, fear evidently slipping from his eyes.
“I-I-I d-didn’t…no… I-I w-wouldn- “ Jaejoong blurted out quickly, his speech stuttered horribly as he tried to clarify his incoherent sentence. He pushed his weak hands against the ground, too taken aback by the sudden accusations that he didn’t even commit.
“You killed him”
“No, no. I didn’t! I swea- “
“Liar!”
Before Jaejoong could count to three, Changmin had took out a knife-the same knife he used when he first attacked him-and came charging forward.
Then Jaejoong did what he did.
He ran for his life.
Adrenaline rushed through his mind like a sap of butter oozing their way into the life stream of a hummingbird. The pumping of his blood gave way to the clarity of him vision, so he was able to avoid crashing abruptly to hidden walls and extra extended lamps around the hallway.
Although, he couldn’t tell where he was going but all he could think was run run run! or else he’ll be caught and it won’t just be a scar on his neck this time. Also there won’t be anyone to save him either.
Not even Yunho.
He turned a corner, nearly knocking down the lamp-post once he realizes the approximate close distances from his soon-to-be-murderer.
Changmin had been gaining on him and his short legs were incapable of assisting him for his escape.
Heading to the stairway, his options were very slim but Jaejoong took the chance to make a quick getaway and ran down the stairs. He could feel every step falling upon each layer of steps, the wood beneath his feet creaked loudly and that’s when Jaejoong thought he had probably made the wrong mistake.
The footing on the step fell apart, his balance lost to the pits of the broken wood and his feet easily tripped over themselves causing him to slam into the last remaining stairs until he reached ground level.
“Ugh…ahhhh…” Jaejoong winced when he fell with his elbows first. He scrambled around the floor quickly when he spotted Changmin aiming his knife right on his head.
Fortunately missing him by a hair as Jaejoong struggle on his feet and ran around another corner, leading him to a longer hallway and exactly identical to one upstairs.
He didn’t even know where he was going anymore, the adrenaline eased around his bloodstream and he found it hard to breathe. He succumbed to exhaustion and bumped into a wall until something came at him and grabbed him by the collar.
Dragging him to the dark corners of the wall, hidden from the light and he held his breath when he saw Changmin running by. Clearly, losing him on the crazy wild goose chase.
“T-thank you.” Jaejoong breathed heavily, muttering softly to whoever dragged him and saved him from Changmin’s wrath when he wasn’t even at fault at all for his boyfriend’s death.
“You’re welcome”
An unfamiliar voice resonated in Jaejoong’s delicate ears and he wasn’t sure if he should be grateful to his anonymous rescuer.
He gulped and turned around hesitantly.
And once he recognizes just who, what was standing before him, his heart stopped.
It was Tedsu.
A/N: A lot of shocking events and I hope this has given off a different level of crazy/creepy things. Hopefully, I haven’t scared anyone too badly. ^^; And no, I don't hate Chun to kill him off like that! it's for the plot sake! excuses, ikr Also, I’m sorry for the lack of yunjae in this chapter so you won’t see this posted in the yunjae communities! D’: /is shot/
Questions, comments, and criticisms are welcome!
Author: chaebol
Length: (8/?)
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 (character death in this chapter)
A/N#2: this may be the freakiest one of yet ;~;
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Jaejoong woke up with a dizzy headache.
The room curved with some splitting turns and his head automatically followed to set everything right side up again; however, he ended up collapsing back onto the bed instead. The numbing pain didn’t seem to help either when he got up and slipped on pool of water, which Jaejoong could only assume that the ceiling is leaking.
Even the cloudy sky made it harder to tell whether it was the morning, afternoon or if it was still the daytime at all. Though, from what Jaejoong could decipher, it was definitely another day in the hotel.
“Ugh. I must’ve had some crazy dream.” He muttered under his sleepy breath. The thoughts of him calling Yunho to help him change his bandages and resulting with an awesome handjob swirled into his mind. Slowly engulfed by his displaced thoughts like a hurricane swallowing everything in its path and he could see nothing but the room shifting.
Pfft.The man wouldn’t do such a thing, especially for him, he thought.
Grabbing onto the shallow walls, Jaejoong made his way out of his room and to the bathroom until something- someone of another human body, panting, had ran into him.
Jaejoong fell to the ground like a fallen leaf from an old wooden tree branch. He rolled to his sides, his mind still in a daze that he couldn’t snap himself back to earth. The hallway kept turning repetitively and he found his arms pushing him back up to look at his perpetrator.
The messy glob of black hair and the trembling body resembled none other than his frighten friend.
“Y-Yoochun?” Jaejoong breathed, the dizziness returning in twice fold, “Are… you ok?” He placed his shaking hands onto the other’s shoulder and he could have sworn he was seeing triple.
He didn’t realize Yoochun was saying something until he closed his eyes to listen, preventing his aching mind from dislocating his surroundings. “What?”
“H-he’s coming...He’s coming, J-Jaejoong-sshi…” Yoochun whispered suddenly and Jaejoong opened his eyes.
“Who’s coming?”
“…the owner…”
“The… owner?...” Confusion, pain, and irritation welled up Jaejoong’s nerves and he found it extremely hard to breath. He could hear himself heave in and out, Yoochun sliding right side up, and anonymous water trickling down the walls, and then coming back in reverse again.
“The owner is coming, Jaejoong-sshi.” Yoochun’s voice echoes, frighten and it sounded like he was on the edge to crying his eyes out, or he had already done so.
“The owner is coming? Why?” He question.
“The owner…”
“…of this… hotel?”
“The owner is coming!”
“T-the own- “
“Ahhhh! He’s coming!” This time Yoochun screamed and Jaejoong jerked at the sudden outburst with one of his ears going deaf. The volume of his friend’s voice vibrated into his system like a chain of pain, each nerve slowing agitating one after another, as if his brain received millions of electrifying sharp bolts.
It didn’t help much that his dizziness was becoming worse and he wanted to puke his insides out from all the motion circulating around the hallway.
Jaejoong stumbled when he got up, pressing himself against the wall as the words from Yoochun’s mouth never cease to end. He heard another whisper with his deaf taken ears and he turned around to find Miyoung standing there, her mouth moving silently.
“He’s dead, Oppa.”
“Who’s dead?,” Jaejoong said out loud- or thought he did, however he heard nothing. His lips gaping for air, his throat going dry as his eyes became hazy after another blink or two and he wish he could control his senses before they all slip.
“Who’s dead, Miyoung?” He tried again.
Who is dead?
Answer me
Who who who who who?
Yunho? Yoochun?
Fuck! Answer me!
Immediately, the shocks shot up a notch and Jaejoong winced when the extra pain channeled from his body and to his head. He couldn’t tell if he was talking with his mouth or everything came from his head, his mind, this fucking dizziness.
He didn’t know anymore.
The room started to close in on him, walls shifting his view to the sides and he watched Miyoung try to speak again. Unfortunately, he couldn’t read the words coming from her lips as his eyes shut themselves, his mind seeing black and his thoughts going blank with a swift of an eraser.
“He’s dead, Oppa. The owner is dead.”
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Jaejoong woke up with a scream.
Gasping for air, he searched around the room with his wide eyes landing on the familiar textures of his ceiling and clearly above his bedroom. He was laying down on the comforts of his bed, even though he could hardly put his securities into the cushions and mattress as his safety ground.
He gulped, noticing the clearness of his wide-awaken state of mind except for his drenched covered forehead, which was filled with sweat and he found it hard to calm his nerves from coming to a near panic.
“A dream?” He rasped and eased a little to the fact that he could hear himself again. “Just a dream.”
Taking slow breathes; he steadied his intake to calm himself, eventually lying still on his bed.
“Just a dream”
A dream, he reminded himself. If only he was still dreaming when he first landed in this hotel, he swallowed bitterly.
Shifting, Jaejoong covered his face with his palms and began sorting out his thoughts. Mostly the very weird dream, he vaguely remembers the flicker of words and objects, but mainly the strange dizziness. It was to the point where he saw Miyoung and Yoochun, however he still didn’t understand the nightmare and who is the ‘owner,’ his friend had kept pointing out.
Even Miyoung had told him the owner is dead, but isn’t the owner of the hotel Yunho’s parents?
It would be logical, although, Yoochun kept pestering he was ‘coming.’
Unless he meant Yunho.
The back of his mind echoed and his gut feeling told him he might be right. Though, he could hardly believe Yunho had possibly been dead the entire time when he’s walking around and able to touch him, make him lust for him and speak such gratifying words.
He doesn’t know and he probably doesn’t want to find out either.
Brushing the thought aside, Jaejoong got out of bed and just as he opened the door, something landed in front of him.
He flinched, recognizing the figure as a person and a body-not just any body at that and gasped.
“Y-Yoochun?” Jaejoong whispered, slightly reminded of his nightmare; however this looked so much more frightening because his friend wasn’t moving an inch and his face paled like a sheet of paper. His eyes dilated, the curve of his mouth hung open and he was drenched in an enormous amount of blood, as if a rain of red stains had found their way onto his fragile body.
Jaejoong shook uncontrollably, covering his mouth in astonishment and fell to his knees. The bones in his quivering body began to turn cold, his insides giving way and rejecting every little attempt he made to gain control of his sanity.
Tears began to well up in his eyes when his met Yoochun’s and he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. The dizzy headache came crashing to his circuits in mere instants and he puked all over the corner of his room.
The dying cries in his mind urged him to scream and when he opened his mouth, he found out that he couldn’t.
Coughing, Jaejoong moved his trembling hand, shaking the lifeless body until he found the stains of blood-real blood prints on his fingertips and his tears poured down from his face even harder.
His friend was dead.
And he didn’t know how or why.
“You, what did you do?!” Jaejoong turned and saw Changmin, Yoochun’s boyfriend staring at him in shock and leered with every bit of loathing he had. “Did you do this, huh?! Did you?!” He shouted and Jaejoong looked at him in surprise, fear evidently slipping from his eyes.
“I-I-I d-didn’t…no… I-I w-wouldn- “ Jaejoong blurted out quickly, his speech stuttered horribly as he tried to clarify his incoherent sentence. He pushed his weak hands against the ground, too taken aback by the sudden accusations that he didn’t even commit.
“You killed him”
“No, no. I didn’t! I swea- “
“Liar!”
Before Jaejoong could count to three, Changmin had took out a knife-the same knife he used when he first attacked him-and came charging forward.
Then Jaejoong did what he did.
He ran for his life.
Adrenaline rushed through his mind like a sap of butter oozing their way into the life stream of a hummingbird. The pumping of his blood gave way to the clarity of him vision, so he was able to avoid crashing abruptly to hidden walls and extra extended lamps around the hallway.
Although, he couldn’t tell where he was going but all he could think was run run run! or else he’ll be caught and it won’t just be a scar on his neck this time. Also there won’t be anyone to save him either.
Not even Yunho.
He turned a corner, nearly knocking down the lamp-post once he realizes the approximate close distances from his soon-to-be-murderer.
Changmin had been gaining on him and his short legs were incapable of assisting him for his escape.
Heading to the stairway, his options were very slim but Jaejoong took the chance to make a quick getaway and ran down the stairs. He could feel every step falling upon each layer of steps, the wood beneath his feet creaked loudly and that’s when Jaejoong thought he had probably made the wrong mistake.
The footing on the step fell apart, his balance lost to the pits of the broken wood and his feet easily tripped over themselves causing him to slam into the last remaining stairs until he reached ground level.
“Ugh…ahhhh…” Jaejoong winced when he fell with his elbows first. He scrambled around the floor quickly when he spotted Changmin aiming his knife right on his head.
Fortunately missing him by a hair as Jaejoong struggle on his feet and ran around another corner, leading him to a longer hallway and exactly identical to one upstairs.
He didn’t even know where he was going anymore, the adrenaline eased around his bloodstream and he found it hard to breathe. He succumbed to exhaustion and bumped into a wall until something came at him and grabbed him by the collar.
Dragging him to the dark corners of the wall, hidden from the light and he held his breath when he saw Changmin running by. Clearly, losing him on the crazy wild goose chase.
“T-thank you.” Jaejoong breathed heavily, muttering softly to whoever dragged him and saved him from Changmin’s wrath when he wasn’t even at fault at all for his boyfriend’s death.
“You’re welcome”
An unfamiliar voice resonated in Jaejoong’s delicate ears and he wasn’t sure if he should be grateful to his anonymous rescuer.
He gulped and turned around hesitantly.
And once he recognizes just who, what was standing before him, his heart stopped.
It was Tedsu.
A/N: A lot of shocking events and I hope this has given off a different level of crazy/creepy things. Hopefully, I haven’t scared anyone too badly. ^^; And no, I don't hate Chun to kill him off like that! it's for the plot sake! excuses, ikr Also, I’m sorry for the lack of yunjae in this chapter so you won’t see this posted in the yunjae communities! D’: /is shot/
Questions, comments, and criticisms are welcome!