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“is booking a room in this hotel really necessary?” yoongi groaned, dragging his two suitcase that contained few of his things while he unwillingly followed seokjin with heavy steps.
seokjin’s stopped in the middle of the lobby so he could stare him down with a judging look. “your apartment is flooded, is it not?” the older asked.
“well yeah--"
“and whose fault was it?” seokjin asked his younger cousin. his hip cocked to the side, left eyebrow raised. and yoongi would have laughed because seokjin totally looked like a naggy mother but he didn't. not when the said naggy mother was about to scold him.
“it wasn't even my fault!” yoongi immediately said in defense. he had been repeating the same words for the past few hours but seokjin wasn't the least convinced. “it was the old pipes. not my fault that it decided to burst today.”
lies!
(yoongi fell asleep while filling up the bathtub that caused the flood in his apartment. but seokjin didn't need know to know that. but joke's on yoongi because seokjin totally knew it.))
and now, twenty years old min yoongi was homeless. well, for a few days at least, until someone fixed his apartment.
“keep telling yourself that, little cousin.” seokjin snorted before resuming their walk towards the reception. “and i don't understand why you're complaining. it’s not like you're going to pay for your stay here anyway.”
“it’s not that,” yoongi frowned, “i mean, why can't i just stay at your own apartment? to which, may i point out, is only five minutes away from my own. like, why do we had to have a twenty minute drive and waste time and gas for a single, over-priced room?”
“oh, shut up yoongi! just admit that you're just too lazy to go out and too awkward to socialize with other people.” seokjin sassed, “you think i don't know you, yoongs?”
yoongi couldn't help but blew out a frustrated sigh because why is freakin’ naggy seokjin always right?
he was just about to voice out his sentiments when a tall, blond lanky man in bellman uniform approached seokjin.
seokjin and the tall dude, who, for some reason looked really familiar to yoongi, started talking to each other completely ignoring him. and yoongi watched in slight disgust when the talking turned into awkward flirting.
yoongi could only take so much so he cleared his throat. and was thankful that they got the hint.
the lanky dude tugged his suitcases from his hands with a dimpled smile. “i’ll take your luggage for you.” he said. yoongi thanked him and only when the lanky dude started walking away with his luggage that it clicked.
“so, hyung...” the younger grey-haired man started, a playful smirk present on his face, “did you really bring me here to give me a free room?” his eyes went to the bellman and then back to seokjin, “or you just needed a reason to go back in here to see him?”
seokjin gaped at him for a second, only to deny yoongi’s latter accusation afterwards, “i don't know what you're talking about.” the older said, face turning pink.
this time, it was yoongi’s turn to snort, “don't lie hyung. i saw your snaps with the dude. he’s namjoon, right? i recognized the dimples. and you're all heart eyes on him. you think i don't know you, hyung?” yoongi added teasingly, wittingly repeating the words seokjin used for him a while ago.
“brat!” seokjin retorted, and started dragging yoongi towards the reception area.
“oh look! hoseok’s still here.” the older pointed at the front office manager who was on his way to his office. “and jiminnie too. you haven't met him yet. he’s new and--" seokjin continued to babble, trying to distract yoongi from the topic of him and namjoon. but it seemed like seokjin didn't need the distraction at all because his cousin was already distracted enough, busy being heart eyes at jiminnie.
yoongi was just teasing seokjin with his blooming love life a few moments ago. and the next thing he knew, beethoven’s ode to joy was playing inside his head as he gawked at the most beautiful and the cutest thing he’d ever had the pleasure of laying his eyes on.
min yoongi was a lot of things, but not smooth. but he still found himself breezily sliding in front of jiminnie, leaning coolly on the counter, looking like one of those smooth motherfuckers he always see in movies.
“hi.” yoongi greeted, making his voice a little husky hoping it came out sexy as he openly and shamelessly stared at the receptionist.
the receptionist blinked at him, overwhelmed by yoongi’s “smoothness” before smiling, small eyes curving into crescents and poor yoongi had to bite his tongue to stop himself from squealing at the cuteness.
“hello, sir! how can i help you?”
goddamn!, yoongi thought, he didn't only have a cute face and cute smile. he got the cutest voice too!
“do you have any available rooms?” yoongi might have not wanted a room a while ago. but he definitely wanted one now.
“lucky for you we do have, sir.” jimin chirped, typing something on his computer. “what type of room do you need?”
“please give him one of the VIP rooms, jiminnie.” seokjin cut in from behind, making yoongi frown. couldn't seokjin tell that he was busy talking to jimin? “and put it under the company’s city ledger.”
“hey. mr. kim. i thought you already left?” jimin asked seokjin.
“oh, i did. but i had to go back and take this idiot here because--oww!" yoongi knew it was childish, but he kicked seokjin in the shin anyway before he could blab about him and his misfortune.
“i can check-in by myself, hyung.” the gray-haired man hissed at seokjin, “go be busy somewhere else.” he added, shooing his older cousin to where namjoon was standing with the bell trolley. “sorry about that,” yoongi said, turning his attention back to jimin.
“it’s no problem.” the reception assured him with a smile. “can i borrow your i.d, sir?”
yoongi took his driving licence out from his wallet, thanking the heavens that he looked decent on the photo.
jimin did his thing, booking him a room while yoongi watched. not a minute after, jimin handed his i.d back and gave yoongi the registration form.
“your contact number and signature, please.” jimin asked, checking the part of the form that yoongi needed to fill in.
it was when yoongi was handing the registration form back to jimin that he took the opportunity to use the things he picked-up from scrolling through tumblr at ungodly hours.
“wait, can i borrow your pen again, please?” yoongi began, “so i could right down your number when i ask for it later.”
jimin, who was about to hand him the pen, suddenly burst into giggles. “here’s your room key, mr. min. your room is on the sixth floor. have a nice stay.”
“i’m already enjoying my stay.” yoongi said, taking the room key with a cheesy wink.
“room 604, please.”
“got it!” namjoon said, wheeling the trolley towards the guest lift, almost knocking one of the expensive looking vases that was displayed in the lobby while he was on his way.
“is he going to be okay?” yoongi asked skeptically as he watched namjoon tripped on his own feet again, suddenly fearing for his dear life when he realized that he was going to be in the same lift with the clumsy bellman. "should he really be allowed to use that trolly?"
seokjin seemed to think about it for a while before shrugging nonchalantly. “na~ he’s fine. he’ll live.”
“i don't think i will though.” yoongi mumbled making seokjin laugh.
it had only been twenty minutes after receiving his room key and yoongi was already back at the reception. glad to see that jimin was still on duty.
“is there any problem, mr. min?” jimin asked in concern once he caught sight of yoongi.
“do you have the wi-fi password?” yoongi asked, award winning smile plastered on his face as he "smoothly" leaned once again on the counter. “because i’m feeling this connection between us.”
jimin was shaking his head in amusement as he wrote the password “enjoy&relax" at the post-it note pad that he always kept near him and handed it to yoongi. the password was actually written on the key jacket that yoongi got along with the room key. jimin didn’t know if yoongi saw it or not. but jimin was sure of one thing though, the handsome gray-haired guest's attempt of being smooth was amusing to watch.
ten thirty in the morning the next day, yoongi found himself getting interviewed for a job inside the hotel’s general manager’s office while wearing his kumamon pajamas and the hotel’s fluffy and very comfortable complimentary slippers.
“so, mr. min. why should we hire you?”
“because i’m skilled.”
“and?”
“i graduated top of my class.”
“hmm, continue.”
“and not to brag or anything, but i honestly think that i'm the one you are looking for.”
“did i mention that the we’re currently looking for a housekeeping staff for public area?”
yoongi stared at the perfectly smart dressed seokjin as he fiddled with his pajama pants. “did i mention that i really, really need this job because i think i'm kind of in-like with one of your receptionists? and i kind of need to see him everyday? his name tag says he is jimin by the way.”
“and that's enough of a reason to hire you?” seokjin asked exasperatedly.
“well, no.” yoongi answered sheepishly, “but you being my cousin who also happened to be the general manager of this hotel is enough. and my parents are also shareholders of this hotel, if that helps.”
seokjin hummed, rubbing his chin as if giving yoongi’s explanation some thought. “you have a point.”
“does that means i’m hired?”
“lol no.” the older laughed at yoongi's face. “you don't know anything about cleaning because you are a spoiled brat. you can't even turn off the water in your bath without flooding your apartment. and you haven't even graduated yet, you lying scum.”
“fair point.” yoongi mumbled, slumping on his chair. “well, at least i tried.”
“who even go to an interview in their pajamas?”
yoongi shrugged, “me, apparently.”
yoongi was on his way back to his room when he spotted jimin on the reception. so he marched there instead of going in the guest lift. an idea forming in his mind.
“good morning, jimin.”
“good morning, mr. min.” jimin greeted cheerfully while eyeing yoongi’s pajamas. “cute pajamas.”
“thanks, i guess?” yoongi chuckled, “anyway i forgot my phone in the room. do you mind if i borrow one of your telephones?”
“sure,” jimin said, already handing the receiver to yoongi, fingers hovering over the dial pad ready to dial the numbers.
“i need to call my mom to tell her that i’ve found my next boyfriend.” yoongi stage whispered, there was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he fixed his gaze on jimin and waited for his reaction.
and it was such a precious sight when jimin’s eyes widened, a look of disbelief in his face when it dawned to him, “oh my god! i can’t believe i actually fell for that pickup line.” he exclaimed, and then he was laughing.
did yoongi feel bad about his apartment being flooded? yes. was yoongi happy that seokjin insisted that he stay in the hotel instead of offering his own apartment? maybe. would yoongi fall asleep again while filling the bathtub and flood the apartment so he could go back to the hotel to hear jimin's angelic laugh? totally! because it would be damn worth it.
it was the fourth day and also yoongi’s last day in the hotel. his apartment was fixed and everything was back to normal.
yoongi made his way to the reception, suitcases being wheeled behind his back (he didn't ask for a help from namjoon this time. he didn't want to risk it) all prepared to check-out.
“checking out already, sir?” jimin asked with a pout when yoongi handed him his room key. he was quite sad that the amusing, flirty man was leaving already.
“yeah.” yoongi answered, placing his arm on the reception counter. he leaned closer and cupped his cheek on his palm and stared right back at jimin. “i’ll be back soon though. you know, to check-in in your heart.”