Jisung walked past the boarded up hallway. An old sign had 'left wing- do not enter' in bold red letters, a bright reminder. Seungmin noticed his lingering gaze and hummed apathetically. "Come along. I'll show you your floor." He drawled, stepping into the elevator. With a screech, it pushed upwards. "Floor six." Seungmin chimed in time with the electronic announcement.

the doors slid open, revealing his floor. "You're expected to clean each room and replace any used or expired amenities. Check locks and technology to make they function properly. Cleaning supplies are housed in the cupboard at the end of the hall. Report to reception when you believe you have completed your tasks." Seungmin spoke briskly. He threw the clipboard into his hands. "Check things off as you go."

with that, Seungmin walked back into the elevator, leaving Jisung alone. He wondered where Minho was. Probably in his office, he decided. Hesitantly, he entered the first room. Let the job begin.

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After what felt like literal hours, Jisung slumped against the wall, breathing heavily. "Done." He heaved. Seungmin had lacked to inform him that the vacuum he was meant to use was half busted, meaning going over the same spot multiple times just to get the surface layer of grime removed.

As he was about to stand up, he noticed he'd left one of the doors open. "Crap." He muttered, leaning in to close it. As he did, he noticed the cupboard in the room was ajar. "Was that there before?" He mused aloud, stepping in. He gripped the handle, swinging the door open. It was dark, but it seemed endless. Not like a wardrobe. He hesitantly put one foot in, trying to ignore the nervous shakes racking his body, telling his brain this was a really bad idea.

he made contact with a concrete step. "Maybe it's a fire escape?" He wondered, pulling his whole body in. He turned on the flashlight on his phone. The corridor like space was cramped, an occasional dripping sound coming from somewhere. It smelt damp and musty. "Ack-!" He jumped back in fear as something scuttled over his shoe. "Fuck it, I'm outta here-" the door was shut. He couldn't leave. Banging on the door would attract attention, and likely a telling off from Seungmin for snooping where he didn't belong. Or worse, Minho.

He groaned silently, fighting within himself. "Fine. Fine. It's just a creepy hallway from a closet. No big deal." He muttered, venturing forward. "Gosh, wait until I tell Felix." Jisung giggled to distract himself, following every twist and turn. Eventually, he entered a large room. The walls were an extravagant shade of burgundy, expensive furniture everywhere. But that was nothing compared to the chilling sight on the furthest wall.

An array of bunny masks, varying designs and colours, hanging on the hall. Accompanying it, thick black cloaks, perched neatly on golden hooks. Jisung stumbled back, tripping and falling on his ass, trembling. "What is this..." he muttered aloud, shaking more violently now.

"Oh dear...a little lamb has stumbled upon here..." a familiar voice purred behind him, warm hands curling around his waist and pulling him back. Jisung squeaked, scared and shocked. But mostly, confused.

"Minho?"

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