F O R T Y
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Spending the day in Bern, the capital of Switzerland, was boring as hell.

No offense. The city was beautiful with all this water, cute houses... but Minho wasn't there, Thomas spent most of his time with Newt (actually Newt forced him because he knew Thomas would cause trouble), and the girls seemed to have pulled an all-nighter, so they were tired and not very talkative.

I had walked next to Fry, who was cheerful as always. He told me about his opinions on the trip so far, bugged me to spill whatever was going on with Minho and I, and suggested stores to go.

And now it was my last night sleeping in the same room as Minho... sadly. When we got back from the city, he wasn't there yet. The bed was well-made by the cleaner, pillows were stacked on the places they belonged nicely, and even the soap in the bathroom got refilled.

It was a nice hotel. Luxe and a bit too neat, but it was clean, and relaxing. I sat down on the couch, my phone in my hands.

Thomas Lover

Newttt

Online

Amazing
So I was wondering about the hotel in France
Who sleeps with who and how many rooms, etc.

Lemme look
Wait a sec
Wanna know every group or just the one you're in?

Every, please

Alright.
Thomas, Minho, and I sleep in the same room. I made you go with Frypan and Harriet, that okay? And Teresa with Winston, Sonya, and Aris.

Okay, thanks!!

Well... Fry and Harriet were nice.

Though I would've rather slept in the same room as Minho... or maybe Thomas, who I was still a little pissed at.

I got up to get a bottle of water from the fridge, when I noticed a small note sticked on there, with my name on it.

I opened the thing, finding a few lines written in a handwriting I hadn't seen before.

𝒬𝓊𝒾𝓃𝓃,

𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒶𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈. 𝒟𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝑒, 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝒫𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒'𝓈 𝑜𝒻𝒻 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝒹.

𝑀𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓇!! 𝐹𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓈𝒾𝓍 𝓉𝑜 𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁, 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓉

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒'𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓈𝑜 𝒶 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓁𝒶 𝒷𝒶𝓇 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝓊𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒾𝓉

- 𝐹𝓁𝓎𝓃𝓃 𝑅𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇

I already ate something in the city with the others, so that wasn't needed... and no way I would just look through Minho's stuff for a granola bar.

Forget the last thing. I was craving for it and maybe a little bit curious of what I would find in his suitcase. Probably just clothes, but still.

His suitcase lay in the corner of the hotel. He hadn't unpacked it, so far as I knew. It was black and shiny, probably expensive.

It still felt weird to zip it open, but I was allowed to. Inside, I found, as I expected, folded clothes. I caught a glimpse of dark sweaters, but also a soft yellow one. A black suit, sweatpants and jeans, shirts and shorts, along with a small wallet.

The granola bar lay on top of it all, so I easily took it out and closed the suitcase again. I ate the thing on one of the chairs, my phone in my hands.

It buzzed, followed by my ringtone. With a sigh, I picked up... without thinking or looking, because I was too busy dreaming about Minho.

"Hello?"

"Hey."
My heart dropped.

Why was I always so dumb not to look before I picked up?

I froze in my place by hearing his voice. Opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I was still so shocked by Aiden's last action at the mountain.

"How long is this gonna take you? I get that maybe you can't pay three thousand in one day, but you should've been able to pay me two hundred already!" His voice was already raised. Angry. "I want my money. Now. Part of it!" A long silence. "Answer me, goddamnit!"

A quiet sound in fear left my mouth before I was able to speak. "No. If I had it, I would've given it to you, but I don't. Leave me alone."

"Fine. Fifty dollars." He then said. "Just fifty, Quinn. I want it. You can't just get away with all this!"

"I'm gonna hang up." I told him. "Right now." And I was close to pressing the button, but—

"Wait. Wait. Remember the cop from a day ago?" He asked fast. "He knows where your hotel is."

I shook my head, having to calm myself down. "I don't care. Bye, Aiden."

"Next time..." He said right before I hung up. "Next time, try to close the window."

Fuck.

My head snapped toward the window fast. It was wide open, the road outside now clearly hearable. A breeze hit my skin.

I jumped up to close it, panic rising in me. God, Minho had to come back fast.

But it was too late. There was a sound behind me. I spun around. And awesome, the young male stood there, his hair tied up in a bun again.

He was staring at me sharply. "Give me something or I'll look myself."

My stomach did flips that made me want to throw up. "Get out of here." I said. "And you'll save yourself a lot of problems."

He scoffed. "As if you could stop me." And he started to walk around while I was stuck to the floor in fright.

He slammed drawers open. Looked everywhere, and I didn't stop him. I didn't stop him because I knew no money could be found anywhere but—

Shit. He was moving closer to Minho's suitcase.

I jumped forward now, not able to get it over my heart to let this happen when Minho was gone.

I pushed him away as hard as I could. His back hit the wall only softly before he gave me a hard push back, his hands gripping on my shoulders tightly. I yelped as I flew backward, my head hitting the hard back of the couch.

He kneeled down to Minho's suitcase while I struggled to get up, my head aching like a screw being twisted tight.

I attempted to push him on the ground by using my whole body, which worked for a split second before he had pinned me to the floor.

Tears stood in my eyes. I was so upset that I couldn't help it.
I gripped him by the shirt. Tried to roll us over, but he was too strong.

He grabbed both of my wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head. I gasped quietly. A shiver went down my spine at memories I had from this exact position. Not so fun.

My knee moved up to kick him in the stomach. That did work and I was able to grab Minho's wallet out of the already-open thing. Held it behind my back.

He got up, a threatening look on his face. His face was red from anger. I was shaking from fear there, staring at him.

If he got Minho's money, I would either have to hope Minho wouldn't find out or I would be forced to explain what happened. But I didn't want that. I didn't want him to know such a shameful thing. But I didn't want him to think I was a thief either.

He jumped forward with a grunt. Grabbed me by my shoulders another time and slammed my back against the wall so hard it made me cry out.

I wanted to repeated my action of kneeing him in the stomach. But I got slammed into the wall another time. He screamed for me to let go of the wallet and give it to him.

Tears streamed down my face from panic and pain. I went for the run. Slid out of his grip, on my way to the kitchen.

But he was smart and fast. Held out his foot. I tripped with a yell, a pain of falling hitting my body again. The wallet fell about a feet in front of me.

He stared at it with lust in his eyes. I reached forward. Had to act fast and started making my way to the thing, crawling.

Almost there. I was almost there. The tip of my fingers were almost touching the soft, grey material of the thing when his shoe appeared.
He stepped right on my hand.

I cried more in pain. My shaking and aching hand flinched away immediately. He was able to pick the wallet up, and he did.

I was lying on the floor without any weapons. Having nothing to do left except for clench my hand around my hurtful one, my bottom lip shaking.

And then he was gone again. With Minho's wallet.

Who knew what was in there? The black card? Bills? How much? A lot for sure.

An unwilling sob left my mouth. How was I supposed to tell him this? 'Oh yeah, a boy walked in and randomly stole your wallet.'

My head was tight and fuzzy. Hand burning from pain, and back aching from being slammed into the wall. I wouldn't be surprised if I had any visible wounds. And all that for nothing. He succeeded his mission.

I buried myself under the sheets of the bed, allowing the tears to fall. All of them, with shaking shoulders and a fast breathing pace.

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A/n: Poor Quinn :(

But, it's chapter forty already!! Tysm for everything so far, I enjoy reading the comments everyday 💗 x Vera