Hotel 0: Chapter 11
Title: Hotel 0
Author: chaebol
Length: (11/13)
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
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Jaejoong saw white.
The million of particles filled his vision- a blur with a few fluffy pieces landing onto his article of clothing and delicate skin. It burned like an irritable allergy and he suddenly had the urge to sneeze.
He stood rooted to his spot, a chill running through his spinal cord and down to the very last shivering bone. His foot staggered a step backward and he wonders again just how in the world did he end up in this mess- or rather, why was he here to begin with.
It didn’t matter because what he saw before his very eyes must be a dream.
An absolutely illusionary dream.
The layers of cotton fell from Junsu’s now diminished arm and a few heavy wires- probably used to detain the arm- were dangling to the floor and even ripping a few parts of the carpet.
A nightmare, Jaejoong corrected himself.
Then suddenly, Junsu let out a gasp and stood up in a crooked angle, his breathing becoming harsh and heavy- mostly likely from his displaced arm, Jaejoong assumes.
“G-get out...” Junsu spat out coldly, clutching over his missing arm as he eyed Jaejoong with a menacing glare. “Get out!”
Jaejoong didn’t need to be told twice because he was already a second away from running for his life. Especially from the moment he saw Junsu, it didn’t take a coward to know running away was the best thing to do. Much less when you find out that one of your fellow tenants turn out to have cotton oozing out of his arm and becoming a threat to your now endangered life again.
Screaming, Jaejoong ran out the door, abruptly slamming it behind, not caring as he scrambled his way through the identical hallways in an exhausted manner.
He just wanted to run away.
Anywhere.
If it was possible.
Idly, Jaejoong knew it was a stupid stick in a hairy haystack chance that he could ever find his way out of this intimidating hotel. For one, he hasn’t made the slightest move to exit the damn place and two, he hasn’t had the chance.
Until now.
He reached the lobby and ignored all the formal decorations once he arrives at the same door, the entrance and probably only exit out.
Without hesitation, he pushed the door and jiggled the handle to will it open, however the door didn’t seem to budge and he knew for sure it must’ve been locked. “Fucking piece of shit!” He cursed out loud and didn’t care if anyone heard him because he was already too frustrated of his failure to escape and just started kicking the door.
“Stupid, stupid door!” He banged his fist against it and was close to shedding tears when it didn’t shunt at all. “Open, open, open” He chanted under his breath, repetitively hitting the door, fist after fist until he fell to his knees and started banging it with his head instead.
“Let me out!” He yelled.
He hit his head. “Let” a bang “me” another “out!” He continue to scream and mangle the door until his voice became soar and hoarse to a small whisper.
“Let me out.”
He cried. He actually cried. After for so long, not even in front of his own family had he cried in agony and wanted to escape so badly. Even then, he wanted a normal life without the excessive need to participate in silly political games and just run away.
Yes, just run away.
Run.
Because that’s all he could do.
Closing his eyes, he laid his head against the door, hoping it would still magically open if he gave up, and didn’t give a damn about the clanking footsteps across the lobby, even if he could potentially die.
“Jaejoong sir” He opened his eyes.
It was Yunho.
Jaejoong didn’t move and just stayed positioned at the door, hiding his sobs then said nothing.
It didn’t take long before Yunho kneeled behind him and hugged him around the waist. “Do you want to go to your room?”
A moment later, Jaejoong simply nodded and allowed Yunho to pick him up. He turned around and immediately buried his face at the other’s shoulder in a hug, drenching Yunho’s shirt with his messy tears. He wrapped his legs around Yunho’s waist automatically and his arms respectively around the other man’s shoulders. He could feel Yunho rubbing his back soothingly and later planting a soft kiss on his cheek.
Flushing, Jaejoong liked the comforting affections and hugged Yunho even tighter.
When Yunho started walking away, he didn’t know if he was just seeing things or his tears were creating some blurry tricks on him because once Yunho took him out of the lobby, he saw Miyoung standing at the entrance doorway and staring right back at him. Her innocent eyes looking as if she took pity on him and her once expressionless face simply frowned towards Jaejoong.
He closed his eyes again and let Yunho take him back to his room.
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“Ah!” Jaejoong moaned.
The moment Yunho had reached his room and placed him on the bed- in expectation to leave him, Jaejoong shamelessly lunged his needy self at the other man. He didn’t want to remember the unbelievable occurrences that happened today, and much less did he want to be left alone with his paranoid mind.
Also, he didn’t care if Yunho can possibly turn out to be something else as well even though he was running the damn hotel with so many people out of their right mind insane.
He wanted to make sure Yunho was normal, perfect and just plain human.
Just like him.
Jaejoong let out another groan when Yunho aimed at his sweet spot and he clutched onto his bed sheets firmly until his knuckles were turning white. He savored the moment and did his best to meet each of Yunho’s thrusts with his own.
Irritably, he ignored all the hints and whispers Miyoung had been sending his way, blocking each scream of ”Run away! Oppa, run!” with his cries of pain.
He didn’t want to hear it.
Fuck it, he thought. Everything she said seems to have led him on and he was tired of listening.
“A-ahh! Yunho! Harder!” Jaejoong moaned shameless, however, Yunho was gladly enough to comply to every demand the pretty man wanted-needed-- without much complaint. It worked for both of them and none of them wanted to stop.
Lustfully, Yunho worked on stroking the other’s cock and Jaejoong worked on his ass. The two continued their rhythm as Jaejoong repositioned himself after every thrust.
Yunho grunted and sped up the pace, indicating he was just about to come as Jaejoong was close to a release himself, both very determined to satisfy each of their needs. It didn’t take very long before they came and stained the bed sheets with their evident love-making session. Yunho fell next to Jaejoong, brushing the pretty man’s bangs and slowly tracing his facial features with his light fingertips.
“Get some sleep, Jaejoong sir.” He whisper, slowly falling asleep himself and Jaejoong remembers to take a good look at Yunho’s brown almond eyes before he drifted off to dreamland.
After all, he’s human.
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Jaejoong woke up with a groan and found Yunho laying kisses on his chest. A very pleasant way to wake up and a great distraction, not that he minded, he welcomes the affections anytime.
“Yunho? What are yo- “
“Do you ever wonder why room 0 never existed? Or why this room is available?” Yunho interrupted him immediately, mumbling against the pretty man’s chest before making a kissing trail up Jaejoong’s neck.
What?, Jaejoong got up, rubbed his eyes quickly and looked at Yunho again.
Was he just hearing this? Did hear Yunho right? Was he really going to start telling him what’s going on?
“N-no, why?” He flinched when Yunho started biting, too shock to process much when the other had actually started a topic about the hotel rather than questioning Yunho himself. “Why, Yunho?”
“It’s because I’ve been waiting for someone like you.” He whisper, licking the shell of Jaejoong’s ear, “such beauty” a hand slid down the pretty man’s inner thighs “and… “
He paused, using his thumb to slowly brush across Jaejoong’s lips.
“Perfection”
And kissed him on the lips.
Jaejoong didn’t understand. More like, he didn’t get what was Yunho trying to point out from ‘waiting for him,’ and for what?
Once Yunho moved away from the kiss and kept staring at his face, Jaejoong looked at him warily and had to ask. “Why were you waiting for me?”
Suddenly, Yunho let out a laugh and repeated “because you’re perfect, Jaejoongie.” He stroked the other’s cheek obsessively and Jaejoong could see Yunho’s eyes gleaming. Even though, there were no longer any trace of his almond soft colored eyes.
“Are you alright, Yunho? Did something happen while I was asleep?”
Again, Yunho laughed, and Jaejoong did nothing but stared at him in confusion. “Nothing happened, Jaejoongie. Nothing at all. Just the fact that I want nothing but you.” He pushed him down onto the mattress and began ravishing Jaejoong’s lips forcefully.
Gasping, Jaejoong attempted to breathe but couldn’t. He could feel something sweep against his skin and resonating against his insides as he tried to shove Yunho off. His fingers clawing onto the other’s tan skin, burying his nails deeply, even though Jaejoong couldn’t tell, Yunho was probably bleeding.
It took a few more struggling when Jaejoong could breathe again, his lungs searching for air as he avoided Yunho’s persistent attempts to claim his lips all over again.
“S-stop it, Yunho! Stop!” He pleads, and to Jaejoong’s surprise, had actually stopped, boring his eyes.
“Oh, but I’m not Yunho, Jaejoongie.” Yunho replied calmly, his smile turning into a smirk, and Jaejoong gulped.
“T-then, who are you?”
He smirked and whisper in a deadly low tone.
“I’m Lee Junki, the ghost of Hotel 0.” Licking his lips, Jaejoong watched him in shock and gave him the opportunity to claim his lips again. He let out a muffled cry, feeling his consciousness drifting away quickly.
A pool of coldness entered his mouth, drowning his lungs with a clogging force, filling every inch of his muscle to every last nerve and bone. It dissolved into his body like a tidal wave, crashing into his insides until he didn’t know which direction the waves would hit next.
He couldn’t move.
He couldn’t breathe.
He couldn’t wake up.
And before he could tell what was going on, darkness fell over his sight and he heard a chant growing louder and louder. His voice no longer available as he tried to scream as much as possible in his head, however, a new voice greeted him.
You’re perfect, Jaejoongie. Just perfect.”
My new perfect body.
A/N: I know you all want to shoot me but just to clarify, Yunho is…
/DUM DUM DUM/
HUMAN \O/
Congratulations to all those who guessed! Also, this chapter is kinda short and weird because I’ve been debating on two scenarios and somehow ended up combining them altogether. OTL Thus, I hope you all enjoyed it and will follow till the end. 8’D /is shot/
Comments, questions and criticisms are all welcome! \o/
Author: chaebol
Length: (11/13)
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
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Jaejoong saw white.
The million of particles filled his vision- a blur with a few fluffy pieces landing onto his article of clothing and delicate skin. It burned like an irritable allergy and he suddenly had the urge to sneeze.
He stood rooted to his spot, a chill running through his spinal cord and down to the very last shivering bone. His foot staggered a step backward and he wonders again just how in the world did he end up in this mess- or rather, why was he here to begin with.
It didn’t matter because what he saw before his very eyes must be a dream.
An absolutely illusionary dream.
The layers of cotton fell from Junsu’s now diminished arm and a few heavy wires- probably used to detain the arm- were dangling to the floor and even ripping a few parts of the carpet.
A nightmare, Jaejoong corrected himself.
Then suddenly, Junsu let out a gasp and stood up in a crooked angle, his breathing becoming harsh and heavy- mostly likely from his displaced arm, Jaejoong assumes.
“G-get out...” Junsu spat out coldly, clutching over his missing arm as he eyed Jaejoong with a menacing glare. “Get out!”
Jaejoong didn’t need to be told twice because he was already a second away from running for his life. Especially from the moment he saw Junsu, it didn’t take a coward to know running away was the best thing to do. Much less when you find out that one of your fellow tenants turn out to have cotton oozing out of his arm and becoming a threat to your now endangered life again.
Screaming, Jaejoong ran out the door, abruptly slamming it behind, not caring as he scrambled his way through the identical hallways in an exhausted manner.
He just wanted to run away.
Anywhere.
If it was possible.
Idly, Jaejoong knew it was a stupid stick in a hairy haystack chance that he could ever find his way out of this intimidating hotel. For one, he hasn’t made the slightest move to exit the damn place and two, he hasn’t had the chance.
Until now.
He reached the lobby and ignored all the formal decorations once he arrives at the same door, the entrance and probably only exit out.
Without hesitation, he pushed the door and jiggled the handle to will it open, however the door didn’t seem to budge and he knew for sure it must’ve been locked. “Fucking piece of shit!” He cursed out loud and didn’t care if anyone heard him because he was already too frustrated of his failure to escape and just started kicking the door.
“Stupid, stupid door!” He banged his fist against it and was close to shedding tears when it didn’t shunt at all. “Open, open, open” He chanted under his breath, repetitively hitting the door, fist after fist until he fell to his knees and started banging it with his head instead.
“Let me out!” He yelled.
He hit his head. “Let” a bang “me” another “out!” He continue to scream and mangle the door until his voice became soar and hoarse to a small whisper.
“Let me out.”
He cried. He actually cried. After for so long, not even in front of his own family had he cried in agony and wanted to escape so badly. Even then, he wanted a normal life without the excessive need to participate in silly political games and just run away.
Yes, just run away.
Run.
Because that’s all he could do.
Closing his eyes, he laid his head against the door, hoping it would still magically open if he gave up, and didn’t give a damn about the clanking footsteps across the lobby, even if he could potentially die.
“Jaejoong sir” He opened his eyes.
It was Yunho.
Jaejoong didn’t move and just stayed positioned at the door, hiding his sobs then said nothing.
It didn’t take long before Yunho kneeled behind him and hugged him around the waist. “Do you want to go to your room?”
A moment later, Jaejoong simply nodded and allowed Yunho to pick him up. He turned around and immediately buried his face at the other’s shoulder in a hug, drenching Yunho’s shirt with his messy tears. He wrapped his legs around Yunho’s waist automatically and his arms respectively around the other man’s shoulders. He could feel Yunho rubbing his back soothingly and later planting a soft kiss on his cheek.
Flushing, Jaejoong liked the comforting affections and hugged Yunho even tighter.
When Yunho started walking away, he didn’t know if he was just seeing things or his tears were creating some blurry tricks on him because once Yunho took him out of the lobby, he saw Miyoung standing at the entrance doorway and staring right back at him. Her innocent eyes looking as if she took pity on him and her once expressionless face simply frowned towards Jaejoong.
He closed his eyes again and let Yunho take him back to his room.
-->
“Ah!” Jaejoong moaned.
The moment Yunho had reached his room and placed him on the bed- in expectation to leave him, Jaejoong shamelessly lunged his needy self at the other man. He didn’t want to remember the unbelievable occurrences that happened today, and much less did he want to be left alone with his paranoid mind.
Also, he didn’t care if Yunho can possibly turn out to be something else as well even though he was running the damn hotel with so many people out of their right mind insane.
He wanted to make sure Yunho was normal, perfect and just plain human.
Just like him.
Jaejoong let out another groan when Yunho aimed at his sweet spot and he clutched onto his bed sheets firmly until his knuckles were turning white. He savored the moment and did his best to meet each of Yunho’s thrusts with his own.
Irritably, he ignored all the hints and whispers Miyoung had been sending his way, blocking each scream of ”Run away! Oppa, run!” with his cries of pain.
He didn’t want to hear it.
Fuck it, he thought. Everything she said seems to have led him on and he was tired of listening.
“A-ahh! Yunho! Harder!” Jaejoong moaned shameless, however, Yunho was gladly enough to comply to every demand the pretty man wanted-needed-- without much complaint. It worked for both of them and none of them wanted to stop.
Lustfully, Yunho worked on stroking the other’s cock and Jaejoong worked on his ass. The two continued their rhythm as Jaejoong repositioned himself after every thrust.
Yunho grunted and sped up the pace, indicating he was just about to come as Jaejoong was close to a release himself, both very determined to satisfy each of their needs. It didn’t take very long before they came and stained the bed sheets with their evident love-making session. Yunho fell next to Jaejoong, brushing the pretty man’s bangs and slowly tracing his facial features with his light fingertips.
“Get some sleep, Jaejoong sir.” He whisper, slowly falling asleep himself and Jaejoong remembers to take a good look at Yunho’s brown almond eyes before he drifted off to dreamland.
After all, he’s human.
-->
Jaejoong woke up with a groan and found Yunho laying kisses on his chest. A very pleasant way to wake up and a great distraction, not that he minded, he welcomes the affections anytime.
“Yunho? What are yo- “
“Do you ever wonder why room 0 never existed? Or why this room is available?” Yunho interrupted him immediately, mumbling against the pretty man’s chest before making a kissing trail up Jaejoong’s neck.
What?, Jaejoong got up, rubbed his eyes quickly and looked at Yunho again.
Was he just hearing this? Did hear Yunho right? Was he really going to start telling him what’s going on?
“N-no, why?” He flinched when Yunho started biting, too shock to process much when the other had actually started a topic about the hotel rather than questioning Yunho himself. “Why, Yunho?”
“It’s because I’ve been waiting for someone like you.” He whisper, licking the shell of Jaejoong’s ear, “such beauty” a hand slid down the pretty man’s inner thighs “and… “
He paused, using his thumb to slowly brush across Jaejoong’s lips.
“Perfection”
And kissed him on the lips.
Jaejoong didn’t understand. More like, he didn’t get what was Yunho trying to point out from ‘waiting for him,’ and for what?
Once Yunho moved away from the kiss and kept staring at his face, Jaejoong looked at him warily and had to ask. “Why were you waiting for me?”
Suddenly, Yunho let out a laugh and repeated “because you’re perfect, Jaejoongie.” He stroked the other’s cheek obsessively and Jaejoong could see Yunho’s eyes gleaming. Even though, there were no longer any trace of his almond soft colored eyes.
“Are you alright, Yunho? Did something happen while I was asleep?”
Again, Yunho laughed, and Jaejoong did nothing but stared at him in confusion. “Nothing happened, Jaejoongie. Nothing at all. Just the fact that I want nothing but you.” He pushed him down onto the mattress and began ravishing Jaejoong’s lips forcefully.
Gasping, Jaejoong attempted to breathe but couldn’t. He could feel something sweep against his skin and resonating against his insides as he tried to shove Yunho off. His fingers clawing onto the other’s tan skin, burying his nails deeply, even though Jaejoong couldn’t tell, Yunho was probably bleeding.
It took a few more struggling when Jaejoong could breathe again, his lungs searching for air as he avoided Yunho’s persistent attempts to claim his lips all over again.
“S-stop it, Yunho! Stop!” He pleads, and to Jaejoong’s surprise, had actually stopped, boring his eyes.
“Oh, but I’m not Yunho, Jaejoongie.” Yunho replied calmly, his smile turning into a smirk, and Jaejoong gulped.
“T-then, who are you?”
He smirked and whisper in a deadly low tone.
“I’m Lee Junki, the ghost of Hotel 0.” Licking his lips, Jaejoong watched him in shock and gave him the opportunity to claim his lips again. He let out a muffled cry, feeling his consciousness drifting away quickly.
A pool of coldness entered his mouth, drowning his lungs with a clogging force, filling every inch of his muscle to every last nerve and bone. It dissolved into his body like a tidal wave, crashing into his insides until he didn’t know which direction the waves would hit next.
He couldn’t move.
He couldn’t breathe.
He couldn’t wake up.
And before he could tell what was going on, darkness fell over his sight and he heard a chant growing louder and louder. His voice no longer available as he tried to scream as much as possible in his head, however, a new voice greeted him.
You’re perfect, Jaejoongie. Just perfect.”
My new perfect body.
A/N: I know you all want to shoot me but just to clarify, Yunho is…
/DUM DUM DUM/
HUMAN \O/
Congratulations to all those who guessed! Also, this chapter is kinda short and weird because I’ve been debating on two scenarios and somehow ended up combining them altogether. OTL Thus, I hope you all enjoyed it and will follow till the end. 8’D /is shot/
Comments, questions and criticisms are all welcome! \o/