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They stood outside the airport, anticipation building as they waited for their contact. After what felt like an eternity, two sleek black cars pulled up before them. A sense of excitement hung in the air as one man stepped forward to greet Yoongi. His face lit up with recognition and he exchanged a few hushed words with the man.
"Take all the luggage to the hotel." Yoongi's voice was firm. The man nodded, passing him the car keys in a silent understanding.
As Taekook made their way to the back seat, Yoongi claimed the driver's seat. Just as Jimin was about to slide into the back seat beside Taehyung, Yoongi's voice cut through the moment.
"Sit beside here before I make you. And I'm sure you wouldn't like that, would you?". He addressed Jimin. His words carried an edge, and Jimin's eyes shot daggers at Yoongi, begrudgingly settling into the passenger seat.
Taekook shared an animated exchange in the back seat, their faces alight with shared amusement. Meanwhile, Jimin's gaze remained glued to Yoongi, radiating a mixture of annoyance and exasperation. Yoongi's focus remained on the road, though he couldn't help but catch Jimin's irate glares in his peripheral vision. Yet, his attention remained steadfast on the task at hand.
Eventually, they reached the hotel. The car came to a stop, and as Jimin moved to disembark, he narrowly avoided hitting his head against the front of the car. In a serendipitous twist, he felt the gentle touch of Yoongi's hand, guiding him safely out. Jimin's eyes widened in surprise, his thoughts momentarily disrupted as he processed this unexpected gesture.
As they all exited the car, Jimin's expression shifted between confusion and deep contemplation. His clumsiness was evident as he stumbled, a mix of thoughts churning in his mind. The group made their way towards the reception, each step carrying its weight of emotions, an unspoken tension lingering. The entire scene played out like a dynamic tableau of complex emotions, intertwining like threads in a tapestry of unspoken feelings.
Jungkook's voice broke the reception's hushed atmosphere, catching the attention of the woman engrossed in her work. She looked up, her eyes meeting the man standing before her. Jungkook's presence exuded a mix of confidence and politeness.
"Excuse me, miss," he addressed her, his voice carrying a respectful tone.
The receptionist's fingers paused over her keyboard as she focused on the visitor. Her lips curved into a warm smile, a silent invitation for him to continue.
"Yes, sir. How may I assist you?" Her tone was professional, yet laced with a touch of kindness, mirroring the smile on her lips.
As Yoongi took the lead, his words flowed with a quiet assertiveness.
"There were two rooms booked in the name of Min Yoongi and Min Jungkook." The receptionist's fingers danced over the keyboard as she swiftly pulled up the reservation details. After a moment, she retrieved two keys, holding them out with a graceful motion. The keys glinted in the ambient light, an emblem of the upcoming stay.
