Namjoon arrived at the Hotel sapphire because a friend invited him to the city. Sadly he doesn’t have a place for him to stay so he arranged and made sure that there is a room reserved for him in a Hotel. he liked it.
It looked luxurious but the prices weren’t so high that would make you gasp. And his room looked really nice and neat. he didn’t notice many guests but maybe it’s because it was early in the morning when he arrived.
Now he came back and he see some couples in the lobby.
His friend took him to see some newest movie with an actor he loves so much but it simply bored him and because he was tired from the trip, he excused himself early with a promise to bang on his door the next morning at 8. he was lucky when he get into an elevator because he ride it alone and when the door opens on his floor he sigh with relief.
He is not claustrophobic but something about moving metal box doesn’t sit well with him. What if something breaks and it falls? After all he is simply not used to the ways of the big city. While passing the hallway he stop when he notice one room’s open door. he doesn't’t think about himself as a curious type but he sure is one. He stands not really understanding what made him stop. The room is empty and looks just like his. Suddenly from the bathroom a man walks into the room and stops to pour drink into a glass. he was about to walk away when man turns to him an offers him a glass.
“You look like you need a drink.” He says. His accent (is that really an accent?) is slightly funny so you relax.
“Sorry I don’t drink.” Namjoon shake his head ready to walk away but he comes closer to the doorway and while looking into his eyes puts the glass in his hand.
There is first time for everything. I’m Kim Seokjin, owner of Hotel Cortez.” He introduces himself proudly and Namjoon doesn't know why but he start blushing like he just met a celebrity.
“Nice to meet you Mr. Kim. You can call me Namjoon Your hotel is very nice.” he compliment obviously making him happy and he leads him into the room closing the door behind him. Namjoon glance back startled but Seokjin is ready to calm him down.
“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything indecent to you. I’m married, you see? Also, I closed the door because maids are vacuuming the hallways about this time.” He gestures for him to sit on the bed while he takes a chair.
“Oh, I see.” Namjoon feel awkward and slightly nervous and look at the drink in his own hand but don’t feel like tasting it.
“Where is your wife?” Namjoon ask when silence begins to make him feel anxious for no reason.
“She’s shopping. She just loves to surround herself with beautiful things, that’s my wife for you. But you should drink. I poured it just for you.” Mr. Seokjin looks at Namjoon somehow eagerly and he finally take a sip.
The drink is strong ad it burns his throat almost making him cough.“What is this?” Namjoon ask while wiping his lips with the back of his hand and Jin smiles.
“Whiskey, dear. Just whiskey. It was made by my special request.” He looks happy that Namjoon tasted his whiskey.
“Sorry, I’m really not an expert in drinks. I can’t tell if this is a good one or bad one.” Namjoon smile apologetically and March waves his hand.
“I’m just happy to share it, that’s it.” He says and he take another sip. This time it doesn’t burn him strongly like the first time and he start tasting something in it that he didn’t before. It makes Namjoon uncomfortable. It makes him feel cold.
“So where are you from? I understand that you’re only visiting my beloved city.” Jin asks but Namjoon don’t care to answer him anymore. His head begins to spin and his vision is blurry already.
“What did you give me?” Namjoon ask and the glass slips from his fingers on the floor. Only now he notice that there are no vacuuming sounds from the hallway.“I told you – a special drink made especially for my guests.” He responds and Namjoon raise his eyes to Jin just to see that he’s still calmly sitting and smiling.
“What… I don’t feel so well.” Namjoon mutter standing up and he waddle to the door slightly surprised that Seokjin doesn’t try to stop him but when Namjoon try the door handle it doesn’t budge.
“What is this…” he breathe out. He never saw him lock the door but now he can’t get out. “Let me out!” he turn and yelp when he see that Jin is already in front of him.
“No way, darling. The fun is just about to begin.” He grabs Namjoon by his shoulders and easily tosses him on the bed. Namjoon scream and try to roll down from it, but while he struggle to move his body Jin tosses his suit jacket on the chair he was sitting on formerly and climbs on top of Namjoon. He leans back kneeling above him and Namjoon see something shine in Jin's hand while with other hand he’s holding him by his hair.
Namjoon try to get his hand off of him, try to roll on his stomach but he can’t. His strength is running out and he is on the border of fainting.
“This sadly is our last meeting, Namjoon.” Jin says and the way he says his name makes Namjoon scream from the top of his lungs.Yet his scream is suddenly cut off when razor in Mr. Kim Seokjin hand swiftly falls opening the huge bleeding gap in Namjoon's neck. Before everything goes black he only see the satisfied sparkles in his killer’s eyes.
THE END~
