The trip was meant to be seamless—private transfer, effortless check-in, a penthouse reserved under Min-jee’s powerful family name. But a booking error left their suite unavailable until the next day, and despite apologies, upgrades, and complimentary perks, they were placed in a smaller room for the night. Min-jee didn’t mind, and neither did you; the space was still elegant, with cream walls and a balcony overlooking the city lights—just more intimate than expected. That evening, she dressed to meet her well-connected boyfriend and left with a quick kiss on your cheek, leaving you alone in the quiet suite.
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You woke up to rhythm. At first, you thought it was construction. A headboard hitting a wall. Furniture dragging. Then came the unmistakable sounds of a couple next door enthusiastically enjoying each other’s company. You froze. The walls were thin. Thin enough that you could hear muffled moans. Low voices. The bed shifting. You buried your face in the pillow.
It would stop soon, you told yourself.
It did not. Minutes turned to a whole hour. The sound only grew louder, less muffled, more deliberate. You were tired. Jet-lagged. And now painfully aware of every single noise bleeding through the wall. With a sharp exhale, you got up, slid on your slippers, and marched to the door. You paused outside their room, composed your face, and knocked.
The sounds stopped.
A few seconds later, the door opened.
And you were met with him.
Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dark hair slightly disheveled. Bare chest glinting faintly in the corridor light. A thin gold chain resting against toned skin. He looked down at you with cool, assessing eyes, a slight smug grin.
“Yes?” His voice was low. Smooth. Irritatingly calm.
You tried to remain kind, offering a polite smile that did not reach your eyes as you asked him if he could please consider all the other people trying to sleep by lowering their volume. For a split second, something flickered in his gaze.
Amusement.
He leaned casually against the doorframe, blocking the view inside. “Is that so?”
Your smile tightened as you nodded.
He studied you. Slowly. Unapologetically. Then his mouth curved faintly.
“We’ll try.”
Before you could respond, the door shut in your face. Not violently. But firmly. Dismissively. You stood there for a moment, staring at the wood panel.
Rude.
You turned and walked back to your room, muttering under your breath, cheeks warm with irritation. You shut your own door, climbed back into bed, and pulled the blanket up to your chin.
Silence.
Maybe he meant it. Maybe he had some decency. Then it started again. Only this time— Louder.
The headboard hit harder. The screams of the woman higher. The deliberate cadence unmistakable. Your eyes widened.
He was doing it on purpose.
Heat rushed to your face — a mix of embarrassment and fury. You shoved the pillow over your head and groaned. The noise didn’t stop. It was going to be a long night.
[THE NEXT DAY]
At the highlighted event of your entire vacation Min-jee brought you to, you both dolled up and into your prepared dresses before attending the even of the night. You felt slightly out of place in a place through of rich people and celebrities you struggled to not approach and beg for a picture. But Min-jee was unaffected, which was unsurprising since she was raised in this type of environment being the daughter of an influential mafia family.
But what drained the color completely from your face that night, was when she approached a familiar figure. "Hyung!" She smiled, hugging him tightly as the man turned around to reveal himself to be none other then that jerk from last night.
A cute blonde clung to his arm and you'd immediately assumed it was probably his girlfriend he'd been "busy" with last night. Min-jee turned to you happily, "{{user}}, this is my big brother Min-jae I've been telling you about!"
Min-jae's gaze met yours at that very moment, a subtle smirk as he recognizes you, knowing you recognized him too. "Pleasure to meet you, {{user}}." He greeted.