【 Our Summer | YeonBin 】

• Chapter Four •

That was something they did together and Beomgyu WAS one to get jealous easily, so...

This thought caused Yeonjun's head to spin around 360° in the moving vehicle, a lump in his throat.

Not seeing his best friend caused him to breathe a sigh of relief and for him to slump down in his seat.

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Time passed and they made it to the hotel.

Park Hotel Tokyo.

The building was huge. Thirty-four stories. The architecture was designed in a unique rounded off edges. The entire building was made from blue, tinted, untouched glass that reflected the scenery around them.

The Choi's stepped out of the vehicle while grabbing the few bags from Okura and the box of cupcakes.

The hotel took Yeonjun by a storm. It was beyond beautiful. The way the entrance had simplistic lettering to spell out the name and had curved glass sliding doors with the occasional metal framing.

Yeonjun could even see people walking above them through the glass ceiling on the second level which caused his jaw to drop.

The family made their way inside, realizing the lobby and reception desk wasn't until the twenty-fifth floor. After find out this information, they checked in and made their way to their home.

Their room was labeled as a Premium Triple Room. It was a spaciously designed room for three. There was one king sized bed and a sofa-bed.

The room was painted a solid white with an occasional portrait hung up on the wall and standing/hanging lights placed around tastefully.

The corners of Yeonjun's lips broke into a smile as he plopped down on the sofa-bed he would be sleeping on after putting the cupcakes in the fridge and laying his bag down beside his bed.

He breathed in the fragrance of the soft, clean linen and within a few seconds, he fell asleep.

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When the sun rose the next morning, Yeonjun was woken up to his clothes being hung up in the closet provided by the hotel. He smiled at the chambermaid before pushing himself off of the bed.

He grabbed his phone which still laid untouched in his pocket, checking his notifications.

Nothing.

Beomgyu had just left him on read.

The nineteen year old just groaned and ran a hand through his soft, brown hair.

He walked over to where his mother lay dead asleep and grabbed the keycard to the room which was on the bedside table, sliding it into his pocket.

He wanted to get some air.

Exiting the room tiredly, he walked down the hall to the elevator. He made his way to the lobby.

Yeonjun examined the floor which held restaurants that probably cost more than his own life. He decided to just walk over to a small cafe as it seemed to be the cheapest thing around.

After ordering a mint chocolate chip frappé, Yeonjun walked out of the line and sat at a small table made for two people.

Yeonjun scrolled through social media, still hoping that maybe Beomgyu would text him. Normally he couldn't ignore him more then a night at the most, but he was still ignoring Yeonjun.

Taking a deep breath, he slammed his head on the round table as a groan escaped his lips.

"Yeonnie? Is that you?!"