The motel

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Fade into you- Mazzy star ♬♪

His fingers dance across his phone's screen, poised to call for help, but she intervenes before he can make the call. Her voice is a mixture of mischief and challenge,

"Remember wish number 50? Late-night adventure?"

He raises an incredulous eyebrow, "You want us to get killed or something?" Exasperation tinges his words, "Fine, let's just find a motel for the night, and then I'll call my secretary."

Together, they step out of the car, scanning the area for any sign of motels. Fortune guides them, leading them to a seemingly lavish motel, adorned with red hearts. However, the catch is that it's situated in a shady part of town, a place that could be perfect for muder or sex.

As they venture inside, a woman behind the reception desk welcomes them with a smile, "Welcome to our love motel. Are you two newlyweds?"

Sunghoon opens his mouth to clarify the misunderstanding, but before he can utter a word, Yuna places her arm across his mouth, effectively silencing him.

"Yes, we are. We'd appreciate a discount, if possible."

He scowls at her, pushing her arm away with a sharp glare. "We'd like two rooms," he declares, trying to regain control of the situation.

The receptionist regards them skeptically, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes.

"We don't want noise to come out that's why" Yuna adds, trying to keep a straight face.

She chuckles at their request, seemingly familiar with their intentions. "Don't worry, the walls are soundproof here." With a knowing smile, she hands over the room keys, the promise of a discreet stay hanging in the air.

Stepping into their room for the night, their senses are greeted by a new world illuminated in red lights, casting an intimate glow upon every corner. The heart-shaped bed dominates the space, an emblem of the motel's peculiar theme.

Sunghoon fights to suppress any inappropriate thoughts that might attempt to creep in, determined to maintain his composure. Meanwhile, Yuna stands beside him, her cheeks flushed with a combination of shyness and the heated ambiance.

"It's really hot in here," she murmurs, her voice carrying a hint of embarrassment. He merely offers a nod in response, his gaze steadfastly fixed on the surroundings.

She clears her throat, determined to ease the situation. "We should probably do something about those cards,"

Sunghoon returns from the receptionist, who graciously provided them with spare clothes and even surprised them with a genuine horror film CD and not solething else– a welcomed shock amidst the eccentricity of the motel.

Together, they nestle side by side on the sofa, their bodies intertwined in an embrace as they prepare to dive into the unsettling world of the movie.

The horror film unfolds on the screen, their eyes glued to the screen, hands clinging to each other as the tension builds. A jolt of fear courses through them as the movie takes a sinister turn, their hearts racing in anticipation of what might materialize next. As a chilling scene unfurls, their grip on each other tightens, and a nervous laugh escapes Yuna's lips.

"Imagine explaining this to someone from the past," she muses, her voice a mixture of amusement and unease, "sitting in a dark room, watching something until you piss your pants from fear."

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Preparation for the night unfolds as they each find their place. Yuna claims the bed, making herself comfortable beneath the covers, while Sunghoon resigns himself to the sofa, resigned to the slightly less luxurious accommodations.

However, sleep is short-lived for Sunghoon as he's roused from slumber by a gentle tapping on his shoulder. Startled, his heart races for a moment, the echoes of the horror film they watched earlier still reverberating in his mind.

A quick breath later, he realizes it's the girl he cherishes, standing by the sofa.

In a playful yet slightly trembling voice, she murmurs, "Yah, Park Sunghoon, I think I'm starting to see ghosts." His initial fear softens into an affectionate smile, his guard dropping as he recognizes her familiar voice.

"And what do am i supposed to do about that?"

"I'm saying we should sleep together, dummy."

He pauses, considering her proposition for a moment. Eventually, he gathers his pillows and blankets from the sofa, resigning to the inevitability of her presence. In a seamless motion, he places the pillows on the bed, joining her amidst the comfort of the covers.

Seated side by side on the bed, they share an intimate moment of vulnerability. Secrets, once guarded, now flow freely between them, mingling with stories of awkward mishaps and embarrassing memories. With each revelation, the connection between them deepens, a newfound trust blossoming in the dimly lit room.

As their conversations take a more serious turn, Sunghoon begins to peel back the layers of his past, sharing the pain he's endured. Her hand reaches out, finding solace in the warmth of his, and she speaks softly,

"I'm sorry you had to go through that." His gaze softens, his response gentle, "It's not your fault."

Moments stretch between them, their hands intertwined, bathed in the red hue of the room. The intimacy of their connection fosters a subtle tension, a magnetic pull between them that defies words. The air crackles with unspoken desires, heightened by the red lights casting their glow on their faces.

In a heartbeat, Yuna inches closer, the space between them diminishing to mere breaths. Their noses brush against each other, their lips tantalizingly close. Her heartbeat quickens, the sensation of his breath on her lips sending shivers down her spine.

She contemplates turning away, but before she can make a move, his touch electrifies her.

His fingers find the nape of her neck, the warmth of his hand enveloping her senses. In an instant, he closes the gap between them, his lips meeting hers in a fervent kiss that ignites a fire within. Time seems to stand still as their mouths meld together, a symphony of emotions swirling between them, a culmination of longing, affection, and unspoken words.

Breathless and charged, they reluctantly pull away, their noses still brushing against each other.

"Did you just kiss me right now?"

"No."

She raises an eyebrow, her determination unwavering. Taking the reins, she leans in, her lips hovering dangerously close to his. Her voice is a playful challenge,

"You're right. That wasn't a kiss."

Number 30: make a mistake.

Her fingers thread through his hair, sending jolts of electricity down his spine. With a deliberate slowness, she presses her lips against his, initiating a languid, unhurried exploration.

Time seems to dilate as the kiss deepens, morphing into a fervent exchange of desire and pent-up emotions. The urgency of the moment amplifies, their bodies moving in tandem with the rhythm of their heartbeats. They navigate the fine line between intimacy and hunger, their mouths molded together in an intoxicating dance.

As their connection intensifies, they find themselves surrendering to the heat of the moment. The bed becomes both their refuge and playground, the promise of the night hanging heavy in the air.

The room is shrouded in darkness, the city's symphony outside a mere backdrop to the symphony of passion they orchestrate within the confines of their shared space.

Author's note:
I was going to write the kiss scene at his house but i was like nah it needs to be more dramatic i love it when they argue 😘❗️❗️