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During the impromptu gathering with Vox, Velvet Echo, and Valentino to address a pressing issue discussing Jumin, a robotic mixologist named Kitty efficiently distributed beverages to each attendee.
"Currently, we find ourselves in a challenging position. Jumin's actions are leading him down a perilous path, one that could see him close to Lucifer's protégé. As such, our prior focus is to avert any sort of deal or pact between that infernal rascal and the anomalous individual who appears to be fixated on felines." Vox seemed quite agitated as he spoke, slamming his hand on the table to emphasise the urgency of the matter.
Echo responded indifferently, her attention still fixed on her phone screen. "So, how do we even stop that?"
Valentino, as he meticulously adorned his revolver with glitter and marbles, sneered, "Stuff 'em with something. That's how I make those bitches fall in line."
Vox: "Perhaps tapping into our own ranks wouldn't be remiss. Do you suppose Zen might be amenable to the task?"
Valentino: That skinny bastard wouldn't even bother to pick up my damn calls.
"We require someone even Little Mister Softie would welcome," Vox remarked, scratching his chin in contemplation.
"Someone... utterly forlorn, grasping at straws, with no conceivable connections to our circle?" Velvet Echo said with a smirk.
Valentino quipped, "I hire every pitiful loser who's ever crawled out of the gutter. Who the hell else is even worth considering?"
Vox's expression twisted into a dark sneer. "I believe I have... precisely the right candidate."
As Vox slowly pivots around, the water in the shark tank swirls, the sleek predators gliding up to his shoulders, their dark forms accentuating his ominous presence. His left eye, mesmerising and hypnotic, gleams with a sinister glint, a malevolent grin curling his lips as he contemplates the diabolical plan he has in store.
—-
Back at the hotel, Jumin's black and white demons are diligently repairing the hole in the wall, their stark forms contrasting against the room's decor. As V and Saeran return, V collapses onto a nearby couch, visibly drained and exhausted from whatever ordeal they had just faced.
Zen inquired eagerly, "Soooo? How'd it go?" Zen looks around and notices no sight of MC "Hey, where'd that unni disappear to? I never got around to signing her forehead."
Saeran looked around the room, his exhausted eyes scanning the faces of the people present. With a weary sigh, he spoke up, his voice tinged with exhaustion. "It's the same old faces, no one new," he lamented. "Aish. That unni - I don't even know her name - she left the hotel as soon as the walls were fixed. It seems like she has no interest in joining the hotel's project of redemption."
Zen shrugged a trace of cynicism in his voice. "Yeah, well, who'd waste their final days not screwing and scrapping?"
As Zen checked his phone, Saeran heard a knock on the front door. He ambled over and swung it open, only to discover MC standing there, absentmindedly scratching her head.
" Hello–"
MC was abruptly cut off by Saeran pointing a sword close to her face. She flinched as the blade appeared. Rolling her eyes, MC held up a peace sign gesture in response.
"Whoa there, ease up! I'm just here for a chat, no need to get all defensive with the blade." MC exclaimed, trying to ease the tension.
Saeran: What the hell are you doing here?
V appears behind Saeran, his presence is sudden and unsettling, like a spectre materializing from the shadows.
V's voice cut through the tension like a blade, smooth yet commanding. "Saeran, what's the matter?" He gasped, quickly composing himself at the unexpected arrival of MC. "Well, well, well! Look who decided to grace us with their presence! Hello there!"
MC: "I didn't intend to stir any conflict, especially not with Jumin. I, uh... I heard you're lending a hand to those endeavouring to better themselves?"
V gasped and swiftly rushed over to grasp her hand, guiding her toward the door of the hotel.
V gasped, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. "You heard right! Welcome to our sanctuary of transformation, our refuge of renewal, our-"
Zen appeared from the doorway, interrupting V's enthusiastic introduction.
"Hello, you charming soul!" Zen exclaimed, his tone playful and flirtatious. You practically blew up our walls – literally – a mere six hours ago! And now, V wants to bring you into our little sanctuary. I must say, I like where this is headed. Who knew chaos could be so tantalizingly enticing?"
MC's cheeks flushed with an intense hue of crimson as she laid eyes on Zen. "Oh, my stars... Is it really you? Zen, the outlandish actor, singer, and dancer extraordinaire! I'm positively starstruck to be in your presence! I've admired you for ages, it's surreal to finally meet you in person! Please, would you be so kind as to grace me with your autograph? Sign anywhere you please – if it's my face, I'll be over the moon with absolute bliss!" Her voice brimmed with pure joy and excitement.
V looks at Zen with stars in his eye "Absolutely! This haven of redemption embraces those in need of second chances, and who better embodies that spirit than this spirited, fiery, and remarkable young girl!" V exclaimed, gesturing towards MC with admiration.
"MC, I'm delighted to see your admiration for Zen; it's clear you have wonderful taste," V noted with a warm smile, acknowledging MC's appreciation for Zen's talents.
Saeran's scepticism permeated the air, his brows furrowing as he spoke. "I'm finding myself rather uncertain about this... That girl, whoever she may be, has quite literally bulldozed her way through our wall. My primary duty is to uphold the security and sanctity of this establishment, and I must confess, I'm not particularly inclined to roll out the red carpet for her." His tone carried a weight of suspicion, his eyes scanning the damage with a mix of apprehension and caution.
" My name is MC" MC responded flatly
V pleaded with Saeran, his eyes filled with a gentle earnestness, silently urging Saeran to reconsider and give MC a chance to find refuge within the hotel's walls. After a moment of hesitation, Saeran relented, swayed by V's heartfelt appeal, and nodded in reluctant agreement.
Saeran's exasperated sigh echoed through the room, his shoulders slumping with a touch of resignation colouring his voice." I suppose stripped of her formidable firepower, she loses some of her edge," he admitted begrudgingly, his eyes reluctantly drifting towards MC, who responded with a cocky smirk. "Nevertheless, I remain unconvinced of her benign nature, even in its absence," he pondered aloud, noting the crease forming on her brow, his voice softening ever so slightly in response.
V's elation bubbled over, and without hesitation, he enveloped Saeran in a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around him with a sense of jubilant relief. With a joyful exuberance, he lifted Saeran off his feet, spinning around once in a spontaneous display of pure happiness, their laughter mingling in the air like music.
V's gratitude overflowed as he continued to hold Saeran, his voice filled with sincere appreciation. "Saeran, thank you from the bottom of my heart," he exclaimed, his words punctuated with repeated expressions of gratitude. Turning to MC with a beaming smile, he extended a welcoming hand. "MC, welcome to the Mystic Hotel Messenger!" he declared, his voice resonating with warmth and genuine happiness.
With a graceful gesture, V led MC towards the ornate door nestled within the hotel's elegant corridors. Each step seemed to echo with a promise of new beginnings as they approached the threshold. "This way, MC," V said softly, his voice carrying a sense of anticipation and possibility. As they reached the door, he turned to her with a reassuring smile, before gently pushing it open, inviting her into a world of mystery and magic that awaited beyond.
MC responded with a laid-back attitude, flashing a confident grin at V. "Thanks, Jihyun, or V. You won't regret letting me in," she remarked casually, her tone carrying a hint of playful assurance. With a nod of appreciation, she stepped through the doorway, ready to embrace whatever adventures awaited her within the Mystic Hotel Messenger.
"You can call me V, MC," he said with a radiant smile, his eyes twinkling with genuine friendliness.
Zen's voice echoed confidently as he joined the conversation, his charismatic presence adding a new dimension to the exchange.
"Hey, no pressure, right?" he teased, flashing a charming grin at MC and V. "But I'm giving you a week, tops, to prove me wrong," he added with a playful wink, already sizing up MC with a mix of curiosity and amusement. His words carried a light-hearted challenge, infused with the underlying belief that perhaps, just perhaps, MC would surprise them all.
As V guided MC through the grand corridors of the hotel, every step seemed to echo with the whispers of history. The opulent decor whispered tales of luxury and extravagance, while the subtle scent of freshly cut flowers danced in the air, adding an ethereal touch to the ambience.
As they turned a corner, V gestured gracefully towards a meticulously restored wall, its once-cracked surface now flawlessly smooth. "Ah, here we have the infamous wall," V remarked with a wry smile, glancing at MC knowingly.
MC couldn't help but chuckle at the memory of their explosive mishap. "It looks brand new," she remarked, feeling a mixture of relief and embarrassment.
Just then, Jaehee appeared, effortlessly juggling a set of small bombs with a practised precision that left MC both impressed and slightly unnerved. "Ah, Jaehee," V greeted her warmly, gesturing for MC to join them. "Allow me to introduce you to our resident expert in bomb defusal."
Jaehee paused her juggling act, giving them a polite nod. "A pleasure to meet you," she said calmly, her demeanour belying the potentially volatile nature of her expertise.
MC couldn't help but marvel at the contrast between the serene atmosphere of the hotel and the underlying excitement that seemed to permeate every corner. With V as their guide and Jaehee at the ready, they knew their stay was bound to be anything but ordinary.
V swept his hand gracefully towards the polished counter, adorned with gleaming glasses and shimmering bottles of liquor. "Welcome to our bar," he announced, his voice carrying a hint of theatrical flair. "Our esteemed bartender, Jumin, is currently attending to other matters, but fear not, as Jaehee graciously steps in from time to time to fill his shoes."
Saeran reaches out to V, gently guiding him to a quieter space, offering comfort once more.
"Hyung, maybe you don't need to share every little detail with her," Saeran suggests gently, his concern evident in his tone.
V: My apologies, I'm just overflowing with excitement about having our first genuine guest!
Zen overhears V and retorts, "Wait, then what am I, chopped liver?"
V nervously smiles, stuttering, "Well, you're like... a vital piece of our little family puzzle, Zen, but umm... uh..."
Saeran wastes no time in stating, "Consistently dragging our reputation through the mud, shamelessly indulging in flirtation bordering on sexual harassment with the staff, and displaying zero inclination towards self-improvement—ever."
V gives a nervous smile, trying to lighten the mood. He gently rephrases Saeran's words, "What he's trying to say is, it's really refreshing to see someone show interest."
As V makes his way back to MC, Zen looking somewhat dejected, likely affected by Saeran's remarks and V's unintentional oversight.
Yoosung is engrossed in playing with Elizabeth the 3rd using a string when V and MC approach. The little feline's ears perk up at the sight of MC, and she darts away with a hiss. Yoosung quickly turns to meet MC, a warm smile spreading across his face. MC feels a twinge of disturbance as memories of Yoosung clinging to her leg flood her mind, but she pushes it aside, focusing on the present interaction.
V happily introduces Yoosung, gesturing towards him with a warm smile. "Over here we have our butler Yoosung. You know him already, MC," V says warmly, then his smile turns a bit sheepish as he continues, "From the time when he was so attached to you, he couldn't help but cling to your leg. We're about 80% sure he's harmless, but that remaining 20% is when he decides to host a lemonade stand with arsenic as the secret ingredient,"
Yoosung's eyes widen in delight. "The bad girl is back!" he exclaims with genuine joy, a playful glint in his eyes
Yoosung walks closer to MC, his expression shifting into something unsettling. He gently places his hand on her shoulder, but instead of warmth, there's an eerie intensity in his soft violet eyes. A sadistic smile forms on his lips, sending a shiver down MC's spine. She feels a wave of unease wash over her
Yoosung leans in close to MC, his voice dropping to a creepy whisper. "Never leave me again or I'll haunt your dreams with the shadows of your deepest fears, whispering in your ear until the darkness consumes you. Every step you take, I'll be there, lurking in the corners of your mind, ready to drag you into the abyss. Cross me, and you'll find yourself lost in a nightmare from which there's no escape," he murmurs, his words sending a chill down MC's spine. His gaze is intense, almost possessive, and MC can't help but feel a sense of fear creeping over her. She nods nervously, unsure of how to respond to Yoosung's unsettling request.
V clears his throat, attempting to quell the palpable tension that hangs in the air. He feels uneasy and nervous, knowing that having Jumin around can be unpredictable at times. V chuckles nervously, trying to lighten the mood, but he almost collides with Jumin in the process. "Oh! Uh, Jumin! Our gracious facility manager is back!" he exclaims, gesturing towards Jumin. Despite his best efforts to redirect the conversation, V cannot help but feel apprehensive about the situation. He knows that Jumin can be difficult to work with, and he hopes that this time things will be different. "You've met our newest guest, MC," he adds, his smile appearing somewhat forced. V hopes that introducing Jumin to MC will help ease any tension between them. "Let's hope we can all coexist peacefully this time... please, no bickering," he implores, his voice tinged with a sense of desperation. V wants everyone to get along and work together, but he knows that it won't be easy. He hopes that his words will resonate with Jumin and MC and that they can find a way to work together harmoniously.
Jumin's gaze settles on MC with a cold, calculating look. "Right... I remember you," he says icily, his tone laced with disdain. "You certainly made quite an impression, though not necessarily a favourable one. You have a talent for annoyance," he remarks with a hint of sarcasm, making MC feel uncomfortably scrutinized under his piercing gaze.
V, with a warm and friendly smile, looks at MC as he sees an opportunity for her personal growth in the current situation. He clears his throat gently and begins to speak with a touch of theatrical flair, "You know, this could be a perfect moment for your first lesson." With a sincere tone, he continues, "Let's talk about apologizing." V believes that acknowledging one's mistakes is one of the most important steps towards personal growth and he wants to help MC navigate towards a positive resolution.
MC, on the other hand, doesn't take Jumin's comment too seriously and responds by rolling her eyes. She retorts with a hint of sarcasm, "Geez, I'm sorry if I inconvenienced you in any way." Despite Jumin's cold and intimidating demeanour, MC stands her ground, refusing to be intimidated by his icy attitude. She is determined to maintain her composure and not let Jumin's attitude get to her.
To a bustling group scene as MC is warmly welcomed into the elegant foyer of the hotel.
His vibrant smile lighting up the gathering. "Hi there! My name's Jihyun Kim, but you can just call me V," he chirped, clapping his hands twice for emphasis. "I love singing!" clap "And making new friends is the best thing ever!" clap "So, let's all get to know each other!" clap
"Hey, everyone, I'm MC," she chuckled, giving two playful claps. "I've got a thing for snacks," clap "but you know what I can't stand? Expired snacks!" clap She rolled her eyes, finding the absurdity of her dislike for stale treats amusing. clap
When Zen's moment arrived, he seemed disconnected, his gaze drifting up reluctantly from the glow of his phone screen, as though torn from a captivating world of digital allure
Zen, with a disdainful sneer, muttered, "This is some grade-A idiocy."
V gritted his teeth, forcing a strained smile as he retorted, "This... is not... stupid!" His words were punctuated by sharp, deliberate claps. "It's just a game!" Clap. Clap. "MC aced it, now let's see you give it a shot!" Clap. Clap.
Zen, his expression one of exasperation, muttered, "I'm way too sober for this nonsense."
Saeran, dripping with sarcasm, quipped, "Well, better get used to it and learn the rules, 'cause this is gonna be your entire day!" His words were emphasized by sharp, mocking claps.
MC's eyes pleaded with Zen, silently urging him. "Please, Zenny," she implored, a silent plea amidst the tension.
Zen felt his cheeks flush as MC shot him that pleading look. "Oh, for the love of all things sacred," he muttered to himself, his inner beast stirring. "That level of cuteness is downright criminal!"
Zen, donning a sleek trench coat and a fedora, is immersed in his role as he peruses the script with a theatrical flair. Meanwhile, MC stands beside him, embodying the innocence of a child in an oversized sailor suit, her cheeks ablaze with embarrassment as she awkwardly licks a comically large lollipop.
Zen scoffed at the lines before him. "Oh, I'm a bad man on the streets who never got enough hugs, now, where's an innocent kid I can sell crack to?" He shook his head in disbelief. "Seriously, who came up with this garbage?"
V chimed in enthusiastically, "It's brilliant, isn't it? Keep going, Zen!"
Zen: "Hey, you. What's a sweet little thing like you doing out here all alone?"
MC: "Who, me?"
Zen begrudgingly read from the script, his disdain evident in his voice. "Yeah, you look like a kid who could use some... devil's dandruff?" He let out an exasperated groan. "Oh, for crying out loud."
MC interjected, flustered. "Not me! I gotta go home and study, damn it!"
Zen winced at the cringe-worthy line. "Come on, kid, it'll make you cool like me... the crackhead."
Meanwhile, MC, surprisingly getting into the absurdity of it all, retorted with a smirk, "The only cool thing here is to say no to drugs! Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to avoid premarital shenanigans!"
A triumphant trumpet sting echoes in the scene
Jaehee grinned and began to clap enthusiastically at the performance. "Not bad at all. I think it's rather good, especially because it incorporates Zen's flair."
Yoosung burst into the room with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Boo! Was that supposed to be a performance? Where's the blood, the screams, the agony?" He pouted dramatically, then grinned devilishly as he produced a knife seemingly out of thin air. "If you want, I could give you all a little demonstration on how it's really done."
Jumin's expression remained serious as he addressed Yoosung. "As much as I would love to witness the... spectacle you could create, I must remind you that V wouldn't approve of such a display. Therefore, I strongly suggest we refrain from any demonstrations of that nature."
V springs up from his chair, hands clapping together with an exuberant rhythm. "Magnificent! Absolutely splendid!" His laughter dances through the air, a symphony of delight as he gazes in awe at MC's unforeseen performance. "Incredible, MC! With strides like these, redemption seems just around the corner for you."
Zen's cheeks flush with a soft hue after their performance with MC. "I... I'm heading to bed now, but, um," he stammers slightly, "despite the cringe-worthy line, I really enjoyed performing with you."
MC's cheeks tint with a delicate pink as she meets Zen's gaze. "Oh... um... yeah, I also had a great time performing with you, Zen." She stumbles over her words, then offers a sheepish smile. "Oops, sorry, I slipped into nicknames there. Zen."
Zen said, "It's okay, Zenny, I kinda like that nickname coming from you," with a playful wink, causing MC to blush furiously before fainting on the spot.
As Zen headed back up to his room, he couldn't help overhearing V's worried murmurs about MC passing out. Turning back to look at them, he let out a chuckle, "Guess I've got that effect on people," but his laughter faded into a sad smile for reasons even he couldn't quite understand.
V: MC, are you alright?! You passed out!
Jaehee make a joke "Why did the girl faint when her idol winked? Because she realized that wink was more powerful than a double shot of espresso!"
Yoosung peeks out from behind V, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Now that the bad girl is out cold, mind if I borrow her for a little experiment?" he asks with an eerie grin, his tone sending a shiver down your spine.
V with a panicked look " Yoosung NO"
—-
In the serene ambiance of Zen's chamber, the ethereal silence is momentarily disrupted by the soft purring of Jumin's enigmatic pet, Elizabeth the 3rd, gracefully slumbering atop the lavish bed. As Zen carelessly tosses his coat onto the tranquil feline, Elizabeth stirs, emitting a low grunt of disapproval before elegantly extricating herself from the garment's embrace.
Observing Zen's weary countenance, a symphony of emotions dances within the confines of his gaze as he retrieves his phone, a modern talisman connecting him to the world beyond. With a heavy heart, he embarks on the ritual of listening to the voicemails, each notification a reminder of his tangled past.
The messages from Valentino, a cacophony of contradictions, echo through the room, their tones oscillating between honeyed apologies and thunderous threats, a tempest of emotion encapsulated within the confines of Zen's device. With each playback, the weight of unresolved tension hangs heavy in the air, casting shadows upon the tranquillity of the room.
Valentino's voice echoes through the speaker, dripping with venomous fervor:
"Hey, you worthless excuse for a performer, get your sorry ass back here! Can't stand another goddamn minute without you sulking around. Get back before I decide to find a replacement!
You hear me, you spineless worm? If you think you can just gallivant around, I'll make sure you're servicing grease monkeys for the next decade!
Oh, but my sweet, delicate flower, I didn't mean to raise my voice. It's just the effect you have on me, driving me to the brink of insanity!
You filthy, conniving harlot!
Hey, darling, remember our little tiff from before?
I'll gut your entire fucking lineage!
Work's been a real blast, as you can imagine.
You pathetic excuse for a man!
Valentino's disembodied voice cuts through the fury, chillingly calm:
"Think you're capable of redemption? You're as hopeless as they come."
From the shadows of the room, a crimson haze materializes, swirling and twisting as if animated by unseen hands. It coils around Zen, a spectral embrace that seems to constrict with each venomous syllable spat from Valentino's lips, a manifestation of suppressed rage and simmering fury.
As Valentino's tirade reaches its crescendo, the scarlet mist envelops Zen like a shroud, tendrils caressing his form with an otherworldly touch. It tightens, a silent echo of Zen's own mounting frustration, until it clings to his neck and chin like phantom appendages, a silent warning that hangs in the air before dissipating into the ether, leaving behind an eerie stillness in its wake.
"Addict trash like you doesn't change. Count the seconds, darling, until I make good on my promise. You won't know what hit you."
Zen exhales heavily, a weary sigh escaping his lips, as Elizabeth the 3rd gracefully ascends onto the bed beside him, her presence offering a silent solace amidst the storm raging within him.
With Zen being deceased, his cat allergy is no longer an issue.
Zen's breath escapes him in a heavy sigh as he gazes at Elizabeth the 3rd, his expression pained with inner turmoil. "Not now, Elly," he murmurs, the words hanging in the air like a whispered plea in the dark panels of a graphic novel.
Zen knelt down and peered under his bed, the dim light casting shadows across the floorboards. Amidst the dust bunnies and forgotten trinkets, a treasure trove of beer bottles lay nestled. He reached out, fingers grazing the cool glass of one bottle, its condensation forming delicate droplets in the stillness of the room. With a swift motion, he retrieved it, the satisfying clink echoing softly. As he brought it to his lips, the amber liquid within shimmered in the faint light, promising a moment of respite from the world outside.
After a deep swig, Zen's eyelids droop heavily, the weight of exhaustion and turmoil finally overpowering him. With a weary sigh, he succumbs to the embrace of sleep, his form gradually melting into the shadows of the room
—-
After the MC stirred, slowly awakening from her unconscious state, she found herself standing by the door, her mind still foggy from the events that had transpired. As she gathered her bearings, V stood nearby, a silent sentinel bidding her farewell
With a grin, the MC quipped, "Thanks for believing I can actually redeem myself."
V waves his hand with a warm smile, saying, "Oh, you're welcome! At Mystic Hotel Messenger, we believe in redemption for every soul, even those in Hell. It's our ultimate goal!"
Nervously chuckling, the MC admitted, "I never really trusted myself to change." She began to clutch her own arm tightly, a physical manifestation of her inner turmoil and doubt.
V noticed her unease and gently asked, "Hey... everything alright? Need to talk about anything bothering you?"
The MC let out a sigh. "No, thank you. I think I'll head out now. Maybe tomorrow I'll swing by again and who knows, maybe even pack up my luggage to stay at this... quirky hotel of yours."
V couldn't contain his excitement and let out a squeal as he enveloped the MC in a tight hug. "Oh my goodness! I'd be more than happy to have you stay!" V's tone turned earnest as he spoke. "Just one thing, though. Please try not to get into any fights with Jumin, and understand if Saeran seems a bit defensive. He's just trying to protect the hotel."
"Alright then, see you later!" MC go as she wave her hand
—-
In the illustrious confines of the V Tower, nestled amidst the clouds, the dynamic trio known as the Vees—Vox, Valentio, and Velvet Echo, often dubbed Echo Girl when working—gathered around a table laden with an array of confections. Each sweet treat was a testament to Velvet Echo's unparalleled culinary craftsmanship, her delicate hands having meticulously crafted every sugary morsel.
The candies, resplendent in their vibrant hues, seemed almost to shimmer in the ambient light of the tower, casting playful reflections upon the trio's faces. From the tantalizing aroma wafting through the air to the intricate designs adorning each piece, it was evident that these were no ordinary sweets—they were a symphony of flavor and artistry, a testament to Velvet Echo's culinary prowess.
As Vox, Valentio, and Velvet Echo indulged in the delectable offerings before them, their expressions lit up with delight, each bite eliciting a chorus of satisfied murmurs and appreciative sighs. With every taste, they were transported to a realm of pure bliss, where worries melted away and only the sheer pleasure of Velvet Echo's creations remained.
" Vox's voice dripped with sinister allure as he leaned in towards Velvet Echo, his eyes gleaming with malice. "My Dear," he purred, his words laced with a palpable hunger for scandal, "do you have any delectable new whispers to share with us? Something... juicy, perhaps?" The corners of his lips curled into a sly grin, as if already relishing the wicked tales that awaited his eager ears.
Velvet Echo, or Echo Girl, embodies the essence of sweetness and charm with every aspect of her being, from her pastel pink locks cascading down her back like a gentle spring breeze to her captivating bright blue eyes that sparkle with innocence and curiosity. Her dress, a vision of confectionery delight, is a testament to her whimsical nature and love for all things sweet.
The bodice of her dress is crafted from a delicate, pale pink fabric that hugs her slender frame like a gentle embrace. Adorned with intricate lace detailing reminiscent of spun sugar, it creates an ethereal aura around her. The neckline dips into a soft sweetheart shape, adding a touch of femininity to the ensemble.
From the waist, layers of frothy tulle cascade down like a cascade of candy floss, each layer a different shade of pastel pink, blue, and lavender, creating a mesmerizing ombré effect. Tiny sparkling crystals are scattered across the fabric, shimmering like sugar crystals caught in the sunlight.
But the true showstopper of her ensemble is the skirt, which resembles a decadent candy wrapper brought to life. Made from a glossy satin material in shades of bubblegum pink and sky blue, it is adorned with oversized bows and ribbons in contrasting hues, reminiscent of candy wrappers twisted into playful shapes.
Completing her look are her signature wedge heels, adorned with glittering crystals and bows to match her dress, adding a touch of glamour and height to her already statuesque figure.
As for her hair, it is styled in loose waves that frame her delicate features, with small braids intertwined with pastel ribbons cascading down one side like candy-colored streams. A few delicate flowers, crafted from silk and shimmering with iridescent petals, are tucked behind her ear, adding a touch of natural beauty to her whimsical ensemble.
With her candy-themed dress and enchanting demeanor, Velvet Echo is a vision of sugary sweetness, capturing the hearts of all who encounter her with her irresistible charm and infectious laughter.
Velvet Echo let out a derisive snort, her tone dripping with disdain as she retorted, "Ha! Nothing but some grandma and her blasted cat playing murderers, and a girl stumbling upon the delightful revelation that her beau who she been making out with is nothing more than her long-lost brother. Pathetic, really. Nothing worth our time or interest." Her words cut through the air like sharpened daggers, each syllable delivered with a casual yet unmistakable aggression that left no room for argument.
Vox shrugged indifferently, a hint of boredom tainting his voice. "Pathetic," he remarked nonchalantly, his tone devoid of any genuine concern or interest.
Valentino's voice erupted in a furious growl, his words punctuated by seething rage. "Damn it!" he roared, his fists clenched with barely contained fury. "That bastard Zen thinks he can ignore me? When I get my hands on him, I'll make sure he's begging for mercy, crawling on the ground like the pathetic worm he is! He won't be walking for months—I'll see to it personally!" His threat hung in the air like a menacing storm cloud, charged with an intensity that brooked no opposition.
Vox's voice dripped with callous disregard as he casually brought up the subject of the girl MC. "Oh, right, our little pawn," he remarked, a disdainful sneer playing at the corners of his lips. "Is she still playing the obedient little pet, I wonder? Doing the dirty work we assigned her, like a good little lapdog? She better not disappoint, especially with that task we gave her—installing those cameras in the Mystic Hotel Messenger. If she can't handle it, she's more useless than we thought." His words hung in the air like a toxic fog, a chilling reminder of the ruthlessness that permeated their every action.
Velvet Echo's eyes blaze with fury. "That wench MC better not even think about sniffing around my Prince Zen. I'll make sure she suffers a fate worse than death. And when she crawls back from whatever hole she came from, I'll make her regret ever crossing me."
Just as they're speaking, the door swings open, revealing MC as she timidly shuffles towards the Vees trio.
Vox, not bothering to glance at MC, sneers, "Well, pet, did you manage to fumble your way through installing those cameras in the Mystic Hotel Messenger like we asked, or did you find a way to mess that up too?"
MC gulps nervously before stammering out, "Y-yes, I did manage to get them in, but... there's still so much ground to cover. The damn hotel's huge. Can I maybe go back and install some more? Or is that too much to ask for"
Vox pauses briefly, contemplating. "Yeah, sure, go ahead. But if you screw up and get caught, don't expect us to come to your rescue. We might just leave you high and dry."
"Thanks," MC said, her voice wavering. "But I have to ask... the hotel's trying to give sinners a chance to escape the yearly Extermination. Why are you so dead set against it?"
Blue electricity crackles around Vox as his left eye fixates on MC, its color shifting. "And why's that any of your concern?"
MC try to speak "I–" but Vox cut her off
Vox growls, his voice laced with venom. "That damn Jihyun Kim is a threat, plain and simple. I know for a fact no sinner in their right mind actually wants redemption. But there's a damn possibility, especially with that snake Jumin Han, the Overlord of Commerce, pulling strings at that hotel. They could actually make sinners believe they can change, and that's a threat to my power. The last thing I need is my Vees losing their grip because some idiots think they can turn over a new leaf."
Vox come closer to MC " Are we gonna have a problem?"
Velvet Echo casually flicks her gaze down to her impeccably manicured nails, each one a canvas of midnight black adorned with delicate, iridescent shimmer. " You got a bone to pick?
You've come so far"
Valentino poke at MC's chest " Why now are you pulling on my dick?"
Vox's grip on the MC's face is firm yet strangely gentle, his fingers tracing the lines of her jaw with a mix of urgency and tenderness " I'd normally slap your face off
And everyone here could watch" then Vox push her to the ground " But I'm feeling nice
Here's some advice
Listen up, biatch!"
[VEES]
I like!
[VOX]
Lookin' hot
Buying stuff they cannot
[VEES]
I like!
[VOX]
Drinkin' hard
Maxin' my credit card
[VEES]
I like!
[VOX]
Skippin' gym
Scaring her
Screwing him
[VEES]
I like!
[VOX]
Killer clothes
[VEES]
Kickin' nerds in the nose!
[VOX]
If you lack the balls
You can go play dolls
Let your mommy fix you a snack
[VEES]
Woah!
[VOX]
Or you could come smoke
Pound some rum and coke
In my Porsche with the quarterback
Velvet Echo's fingertips emit a subtle hum as she taps into her holographic prowess, weaving strands of light into an ethereal ballet of candy-colored confections. With a flick of her wrist, a kaleidoscope of holographic candies materializes in the air around her, each one radiating a mesmerizing glow that dances like fireflies on a summer night
[VEES]
Woah! Woah! Woah!
Honey, whatchu waitin' for?
Welcome to my candy store
Time for you to prove
You're not a loser anymore
Then step into my candy store
[VEES]
Guys fall
[VELVET ECHO]
At your feet
Pay the check
[VALENTINO]
Help you cheat
[VEES]
All you
[VELVET ECHO]
Have to do
[VOX]
Say goodbye to Jihyun Kim
[VEES]
That freak's
[VALENTINO]
Not your friend
I can tell in the end
[VEES]
If he
[VOX]
Had your shot
[VEES]
He would leave you to rot!
[Velvet Echo]
'Course if you don't care
Fine! Go braid his hair
Maybe Sesame Street is on
[VEES]
Woah!
[VELVET ECHO]
Or forget that creep
[VALENTINO]
And get in my Jeep
[VOX]
Let's go tear up someone's lawn
[VEES]
Woah! Woah! Woah!
Honey, whatchu waitin' for?
Welcome to my candy store
You just gotta prove
You're not a pussy anymore
Then step into my candy store
[VOX]
You can join the team
[VALENTINO AND VELVET ECHO]
Or you can bitch and moan
MC's heart felt like a fragile glass orb, delicately balanced on the edge of a precipice. She trusted them with the vulnerability of her deepest secrets, the echoes of her fears, and the whispered dreams she dared to share. Yet, in a single moment, the illusion of safety shattered.
[VOX]
You can live the dream
[VALENTINO AND VELVET ECHO]
Or you can die alone
MC's memory of the yearly Extermination day is etched in her mind like a scar on a once pristine canvas. As the Exorcists descended from the heavens, their presence alone seemed to herald an inevitable reckoning. She stood among the sinners, her heart pounding with a mix of terror and disbelief.
The air crackled with tension as the Exorcists, their wings stretching ominously against the sky, unleashed their divine fury upon the gathered sinners. MC's pulse quickened, her breath catching in her throat as she watched the scene unfold before her. Each swing of their celestial blades brought forth a symphony of screams, the echoes of agony reverberating through her very soul.
[VOX]
You can fly with eagles
[VEES]
Or if you prefer
[VOX]
Keep on testing me
[VEES]
And end up like him!
Suddenly, the cheerful melody of a phone ringtone fills the air, drawing the MC's attention. With a curious look, she reaches for her phone and swipes to answer, activating the facetime feature. On the screen, V's face lights up with genuine excitement, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.
"I can't wait for you to join the hotel!" he exclaims, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. "Just imagine all the possibilities once you're here. I can already see you making a remarkable impact, maybe even finding redemption along the way!"
As the weight of remorse settled upon MC's shoulders, it wasn't merely a fleeting pang of guilt; it was an anchor dragging her down into the depths of her conscience "Color me stoked!"
V smile widely "I'm so happy!"
[VEES]
Woah!
[VALENTINO]
Honey, whatchu waiting fo—
[VOX, spoken]
Shut up, Valentino!
(sung)
Step into my candy store!
[VALENTINO AND VELVET ECHO]
Time for you to prove
You're not a lame ass anymore!
[VOX]
Oooh woah! Woah oh oh!
[HEATHERS]
Then step into my candy store!
[VOX]
It's my candy store
It's my candy
It's my candy store
It's my candy!
It's my candy store
It's my candy store!
With a chilling smirk twisting his lips, Vox's voice drips with malice as he addresses the protagonist. "The yearly Extermination Day approaches faster than anticipated," he sneers, his tone laden with menace. "And it seems you'll have nowhere to hide when it arrives."
His words hang in the air like a dark omen, a reminder of the merciless reality they face. There's a coldness in his gaze as he regards the protagonist, his eyes gleaming with a predatory glint.
"But perhaps," he continues, his voice low and menacing, "if you prove yourself to be the obedient little pet that you are, completing your task without question, we might consider granting you shelter."
His offer is laced with a sinister edge, a twisted incentive dangling like a poisoned carrot, leaving no doubt about the malevolent intentions lurking beneath his facade of civility.
—-
Zen stirred from his slumber, feeling a bit groggy as he rose from his bed, mumbling to himself, "I need to grab something to eat."
As he made his way to the kitchen, Zen swung open the fridge door, his gaze scanning the shelves for something to satisfy his hunger. Suddenly, his favorite cake, Red Velvet, caught his eye, and he reached in to grab a slice. Just as he did, Elizabeth the 3rd, the resident cat, sauntered over and began to weave around his legs.
Zen glanced down at Elizabeth the 3rd as he savored the Red Velvet cake. "Good morning, Elly! Seems like I woke up too early. I had the weirdest dream; MC was doing some shady stuff, like setting up cameras around the hotel. Crazy, right? What a bizarre dream."
As Zen strolled through the hotel, indulging in his cake, he mused aloud, "MC might seem a bit tough, but I don't think she'd actually do anything like that, don't you agree, Elly?" Elizabeth the 3rd simply responded with a soft meow. Zen chuckled. "I wish I understood what you're saying, Elly."
Then Zen spotted MC exiting V's office room and closing the door behind her. Their eyes met, and for a moment, a silent tension hung in the air. Elizabeth the 3rd seemed to sense it too, her ears perking up as she gazed at them both. Suddenly, the silence was shattered by a collective scream. Zen recovered first, blurting out, "MC, what on earth are you doing?!"
As the MC attempts to flee, a sudden flash of silver streaks through the air, narrowly missing her throat by mere inches. Startled, she freezes in her tracks, only to come face to face with Saeran, his expression twisted with rage.
"I knew from the start there was some slippery bitch like you up to no good, " he snarls, his voice dripping with contempt. His grip tightens around the hilt of the sword, the blade gleaming ominously in the dim light.
Saeran shuffled into the room, his all-black pyjamas looking more like a costume for a depressed penguin than anything remotely stylish. He had stripped off all his cross accessories, except for the one stubbornly clinging to his forehead like a tiny golden beacon of defiance against the impending dawn. His hair resembled a disheveled bird's nest, and dark circles under his eyes could have easily doubled as mini black holes.
Honestly, he looked like he'd stumbled straight out of an emo-themed slumber party, complete with a soundtrack of melancholic indie music playing in the background. If his life were a novel, this would be the scene where the protagonist dramatically declares, "I'm not okay, okay?" while simultaneously tripping over their own existential crisis.
Saeran's voice cuts through the tense silence like a razor, his accusation dripping with disdain. "You're working for the Vees, aren't you?" he hisses, his eyes blazing with fury. "I checked the cameras sneakily while you were busy prancing around, and guess what? Those cameras are a product of Vox."
A cruel smirk twists his lips as he steps closer, his sword glinting ominously in the dim light. "I should have slashed you right from the start," he taunts, his tone laced with venomous satisfaction. "But don't worry, I'll make sure you get what's coming to you."
Zen intervened, his voice calm yet urgent. "Ran-Ran, please, put your sword down." He then turned to MC, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity. "I don't know what you're up to, MC, but I believe there must be a reason behind it."
Saeran glared at Zen, his voice laced with scepticism. "Oh please, Zen, what other reason could there be for MC's actions if not spying on us for the Vees, huh?"
In a moment of panic, MC unleashes her fire powers, shooting out a desperate fireball. The burst of flame forces Saeran to recoil, momentarily loosening the deadly proximity of the sword to her throat. The fireball races past him and strikes the wall, erupting into a fiery explosion that sends sparks and debris scattering across the room.
The sudden burst of heat and light provides a brief, chaotic distraction, giving her a critical moment to gather her bearings. Saeran stumbles back, his expression a mix of shock and rage, as the room fills with the acrid scent of burnt plaster and the sound of alarms triggered by the explosion. This unexpected retaliation shakes the tense standoff, offering her a fleeting chance to reposition or escape as the situation escalates unpredictably.
The door flew open with a violent crash, sending a shockwave through the serene atmosphere of the room. V and his companions stumbled in, dishevelled and wide-eyed, their pyjamas a testament to the late hour and the abrupt disruption of their slumber. V's usually immaculate hair was tousled, strands falling haphazardly over his forehead, while Jumin clutched onto his beloved cat plushie, clad in a whimsical cat onesie complete with a hood sporting adorable feline ears and matching slippers.
Jaehee, still half in the realm of sleep, wore her sleep mask pushed up on her forehead, her expression a blend of confusion and concern. And poor Yoosung, with his dishevelled appearance and a face drained of colour, looked as if he had just seen a ghost.
V steps into the room, his eyes darting quickly from Saeran to Zen and finally landing on MC. His face registers shock as he struggles to make sense of the scene. "What happened here?" he asks, his voice tense with concern.
Jaehee surveyed the fiery explosion that had torn through the wall. "Lads, I know I'm usually tossing around bombs when I'm sleepwalking, but this time I can guarantee I didn't cause this."
Noticing the MC amidst the chaos, V's surprise deepens. "Saeran, Zen, and... MC? What are you doing here?" His tone mixes confusion with worry as he looks at her, trying to understand how she became involved in this volatile situation.
Saeran's voice drips with venom as he answers V, his sword still pointed menacingly at the MC. "This little bitch is a traitor," he spits, his words laced with aggression and contempt. The intensity in his gaze burns with accusation, daring anyone to challenge his judgment as he accuses MC of betrayal.
Zen's expression turned to one of anger as he sharply retorted, "Hey! Don't dare call MC that derogatory term. She might have her reasons for her actions."
As MC's lips parted, a cascade of words spilled forth, each laced with a fragile veil of deceit. "Preposterous!" she exclaimed, her voice quivering with the weight of her own falsehood. "Betray you? Never. You... you are my closest confidants, my dearest allies." Yet, behind her impassioned declaration, shadows danced within her eyes, betraying the very fabric of her deceit.
Saeran scoffed, the scepticism dripping from his voice as he retorted, "Yeah right, then explain this!" With a swift motion, he lifted a book from the pile, revealing a hidden camera beneath. The device glinted ominously, catching V off-guard and drawing a sharp intake of breath from him.
Realizing her charade was up, MC's heart raced as panic set in. She darted away, her movements swift and desperate. Fumbling at her wrist, she brought her watch into view and hastily activated it, her fingers trembling as she made contact with Vox. Her plea for assistance was urgent, whispered into the tiny communicator as she glanced back over her shoulder, fearing pursuit.
MC's breath hitched as panic surged through her veins. "Abort! Abort! S.O.S!" she gasped into the tiny transmitter embedded in her wristwatch. Her voice was a frantic whisper, each word laced with urgency. "Agent MC calling for urgent extraction!" Her eyes darted nervously around, seeking signs of pursuit as she awaited Vox's response, her plea echoing in the sudden stillness that enveloped her.
Vox's voice crackled through the wristwatch, tinged with disbelief. "MC? Wait... you were caught?!"
Panic edged MC's response, her plea desperate and raw. "Please, you have to help me escape!" Her voice trembled, underscoring the gravity of her predicament.
Vox's voice crackled with unrestrained fury over the comm link, "I can't fathom how we ever imagined you competent enough to manage even a trivial task like this! Do us all a favour—if they don't finish you off first, save them the trouble and do it yourself, you abject, pathetic failure!"
Tears choked MC's voice as she stammered, her resolve crumbling. "I... I... just make it quick, I suppose... not that I deserve any better." Her words were heavy with defeat, each syllable soaked in sorrow.
MC lay sprawled on the ground, her breaths shallow and uneven. Above her, Saeran loomed menacingly, a sword poised in his hands, its tip aimed directly at her skull. His voice was icy as he uttered, "Gladly."
Jumin's demeanour remained stoic as he uttered, "I wouldn't be particularly distressed if MC were to meet an unfortunate end. After all, she possesses the ability to revive, though it would undoubtedly be a melancholic event."
Just as Saeran prepared to deliver the final blow, a commanding voice sliced through the tension. V stepped forward, his presence authoritative and unwavering, a barrier between MC and impending doom. "Stop," he commanded, his tone cutting through the air like a blade.
Zen breathed a sigh of relief as V arrived just in time to prevent Saeran from harming MC. He felt the tension in his muscles ease as V's calming presence diffused the escalating situation
V's hand extended toward MC, a silent offer of salvation amidst the chaos. It hovered there, a beacon of hope in the darkness, inviting her to grasp onto the chance for redemption.
It starts with sorry, that's your foot in the door.
One simple sorry, spoken straight from your core.
The path to forgiveness, is a twisting trail of hearts!
But sorry is where it starts!
MC sniffled, tears blurring her vision as she gazed up at V's outstretched hand, her last flicker of hope igniting within her.
MC: Who could forgive a dirtbag like me?
I don't deserve your amnesty.
Jumin strode into the room, each step deliberate, with a Tommy submachine gun gripped firmly in each hand. Saeran followed closely behind, his sword gleaming malevolently in the dim light. Despite their knowledge of MC's ability to revive, a chilling determination etched upon their faces as they advanced, their intent clear: to snuff out her life once more.
Jumin and Saeran: Can't we just kill her?
Shoot her and spill her blood?
V: That's an option you could choose.
Jumin and Saeran: Works for us.
V: But who hasn't been in her shoes? It starts with sorry.
MC felt a tidal wave of emotion threatening to overwhelm her, her heart aching at the sight of V's willingness to forgive. It was as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, yet the burden of her guilt remained heavy upon her soul.
MC: Sorry.
V: Dig down deeper and say one sincere sorry!
MC: I'm so sorry!
V: And your journey's underway!
MC and V: It'll take time to cover your/my vast multitude of sins
But sorry is where it begins. It starts with sorry.
As the song drew to a close, Yoosung stood in the hallway clad in his pyjamas. However, instead of the anticipated enthusiasm, disappointment etched across his features. The melody hadn't met his expectations, and worse still, it signalled a departure from what he deemed the allure of MC's rebellious spirit. She was no longer the 'bad girl' he had admired from afar.
Yoosung's pout deepened into a scowl, his frustration palpable in the air like an electric charge. "I detested that song! Why must you persist in such banality?" he retorted with a fervent edge to his voice, his disappointment cutting through the conversation like a blade.
Yoosung's hand made contact with MC's cheek in a feather-light slap, a gesture more of frustration than force. As MC's fingertips grazed her cheek, she barely registered any sensation, the touch more of a fleeting acknowledgement of the moment rather than a response to pain.
Disappointment flickered across Yoosung's features as he observed that MC no longer seemed to embody the rebellious spirit he once admired. "Not a bad girl anymore," he muttered softly before turning away. But just as he started to walk off, he glanced back over his shoulder, a sinister smile curling his lips into an unsettling curve. His violet eyes bore into MC's, the pupils narrowing to pinpricks. "But don't worry," he whispered, his voice laced with an eerie undertone, "you can still unleash that inner bad girl when you reach your limit." And with that cryptic remark, he vanished into the shadows, leaving MC with a lingering sense of unease.
V let out a contented sigh, a smile gracing his lips. "Good first day," he remarked, satisfaction evident in his voice. Yet, beneath the surface, fatigue tugged at him, a reminder of waking earlier than usual. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I must reclaim my beauty sleep," he added with a playful chuckle, his eyes already drooping with exhaustion.
Saeran let out a frustrated groan. "Fine then, I suppose there was no need for me to go through the trouble of planning MC's demise," he muttered, a hint of irritation coloring his tone.
Jumin offered a rare moment of sympathy towards Saeran. "I understand your frustration," he remarked coolly. "I, too, was anticipating a bit of bloodshed."
Jaehee nudged them gently, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Hey lads, as much as I appreciate a good dose of bloodshed," she began, her tone light-hearted, "let's not forget that MC seems genuinely committed to redemption and embracing the ideals of our hotel."
As V and the others departed, leaving the office behind, a faint glimmer caught Jumin's keen eye. Stepping out from the shadowy depths of the hallway, his expression remained cold and stern as he approached the abandoned wristwatch communicator. With a swift yet deliberate motion, he retrieved the device, his fingers deftly activating it to establish contact with Vox.
"WHAT?!" Vox's voice boomed through the tiny communicator, filled with a mix of shock and alarm.
As Vox's image flickered onto the screen, his initial fury faltered into fear as he recognized the caller. Jumin's smirk was unmistakable, his eyes glinting with a calculated intensity that sent a shiver down Vox's spine.
Jumin's smirk widened as he uttered his taunt. "You'll have to try harder than that next time, old pal!"
With a swift motion, Jumin crushed the watch in his hand, the device crumbling under his grip. Vox's incoherent rage filled the airwaves, but his words fell on deaf ears as the watch became incapable of transmitting audio.
Chuckling softly to himself, Jumin retreated back into the darkness, leaving Vox to seethe in futile frustration.
—-
With a gleam of anticipation dancing in his eyes, V gestured grandly towards the entrance of the room, his smile as radiant as a midsummer sunrise. "Behold," he declared in a voice tinged with theatrical flair, "the sanctum of dreams, the chamber of serenity, your very own haven within these walls."
As MC stepped across the threshold, her eyes widened in wonderment, though she couldn't help but suppress a chuckle at V's dramatic introduction. Nonetheless, she played along, nodding with mock seriousness as V began his tour.
"Here," he announced, sweeping his hand towards a plush armchair nestled by the window, "we have the seat of contemplation, where thoughts are born and dreams take flight." He continued, pointing out each piece of furniture with exaggerated flourish, bestowing upon them extravagant titles that would make even the most seasoned poet blush with envy.
MC followed along with a mixture of amusement and genuine appreciation, allowing herself to be swept up in V's infectious enthusiasm. Though she knew perfectly well what each item was for, there was a certain magic in the way he breathed life into the mundane, turning the ordinary into something extraordinary with his words.
And as they reached the end of the tour, with V's final flourish and a bow worthy of a stage performer, MC couldn't help but smile, feeling a warmth bloom in her chest at the thought of calling this whimsical sanctuary her own.
Tears welled in MC's eyes as she was overcome with emotion at the sight of the room V had dedicated to her. Sensing her reaction, V turned towards her, a gentle concern in his voice. "Hey, MC, are those tears I see?" he asked softly, his eyes reflecting a mixture of curiosity and tenderness.
"No," MC replied, her voice unconvincing as she attempted to mask her emotions. "They're just... tears of... something else. Definitely not because I'm touched by what you did for me. Maybe someone's cutting onions nearby," she added hastily, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the transparent lie.
"Hey, it's okay," V reassured her gently, his voice a soothing balm to her troubled soul. "If you want to cry, then cry." With that, he opened his arms in a gesture of comfort. Without hesitation, MC rushed into his embrace, her tears flowing freely as she allowed herself to release the emotions she had been holding back. It was a cathartic moment, one where she found solace in V's comforting presence, a reminder that she was not alone in her struggles.
After MC had finished crying, V let out a tired yawn, his earlier fatigue resurfacing. With a wave of farewell, he turned to leave the room, but his eyelids drooped heavily, and he stumbled, eventually succumbing to sleep right there on the floor.
Saeran entered the room, concern etched on his face as he approached V. With gentle care, he lifted V into his arms, cradling him in a bridal embrace. Silently, he carried V to his room and laid him down on the bed, ensuring his friend's comfort before quietly slipping out, leaving V to rest peacefully.
As MC continued to take in the details of her new room, Zen made his entrance, Elizabeth the 3rd perched regally on his arm. His trademark confidence radiated as he sauntered into the room, a charming smile gracing his lips.
MC's cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and admiration as she greeted her idol. "Um, hey... there, Zenny, or Zen," she stammered, her words betraying a hint of nervousness. "I guess I probably have the right to call you by 'Zenny' after, you know, I literally dared to betray and worked for the Vees," she added, her tone sheepish yet sincere.
As Elizabeth the 3rd settled comfortably on MC's lap, Zen chuckled softly, a warm twinkle in his eyes. "Hey, it's okay," he reassured her, his tone gentle and understanding. "You may have changed, but according to V, apologizing is the first and most important step towards redemption. And remember, this little tacky hotel is all about redemption," he added, his words carrying a sense of wisdom and encouragement.
Zen's playful smile widened as he leaned in closer to MC. "Wanna autograph from your idol?" he asked, his tone teasing yet genuine, extending a pen towards her with a flourish.
MC's face lit up with excitement, her smile widening into a grin. "YES, TOTALLY YES!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with unbridled enthusiasm. As she eagerly reached for the pen, her fangirl instincts kicked in, and she couldn't contain her excitement at the prospect of getting an autograph from her idol.