“Hey, lady. That regular VIP customer is here again?”
Inside the front office, afternoon shift briefing time.
The woman didn't raise her head at the thoughtless remark made by another employee.
“Room 1205. Choi Minho. Check-in complete.”
"You're really good at memorizing. We just call you the quiet guy, lol."
He was a mystical guest among his colleagues.
A guest who comes quietly and leaves quietly, without saying a word or making a complaint.
Yet, its presence strangely lingered.
In the hotel industry, they call that a harmless luxury guest.
...Of course, it was imprinted a little differently on the female protagonist.
Around 11 o'clock, Yeoju, who was working the night shift that day, was organizing documents alone at the counter.
The hotel lobby was quiet, and the night view filtered in quietly through the curtains.
“That’s a good day...”
As I was thinking that to myself and taking a sip of water—
The elevator doors opened with a ‘ding’ sound.
And then he appeared.
Choi Yeonjun.
White t-shirt, checked pajama pants, and slippers.
Her hair was wet and she had a wet tissue in her hand.
“…”
The heroine thought for exactly 0.5 seconds.
Should I run away? No. There's no reason to do that.
“What’s wrong?”
A calm voice. As professional as possible.
Yeonjun smiled slightly at the female lead.
“The wet wipes weren’t coming out. I guess they weren’t refilled.”
“Oh, I’ll prepare it right away.”
The woman took out a new pack of wet tissues from the storage cabinet and handed it over.
The Fed took it, lingering for a moment longer.
“…You’re an employee, but you’re a bit special.”
"yes?"
“Last time was the same, and today too. Something… feels like it smells like someone?”
“Did you suddenly become emotional after receiving the wet tissue?”
"No," Yeonjun laughed. "It's just because it's night."
The heroine looked at him without avoiding his gaze.
To be honest, this was a little closer than the distance between a customer and an employee.
He knew it, and the heroine knew it too.
“That room… you come here often.”
"yes."
"why?"
The Fed hesitated briefly at that question.
And he said with a smile.
“It’s quiet here.
“It’s not that the hotel is quiet, it’s that you make it quiet.”
“…What does that mean?”
“If you’re curious… I’ll tell you later.”
The Fed said, holding up a wet tissue.
“Thanks to this, I’ll clean well today too.”
“Did you really have to put it that way?”
“Yes. That way you’ll remember what I said.”
He said that and turned around.
As the sound of slippers faded away, inside the heroine's chest
An uneasy warmth that is difficult to explain remained.
3am after work.
Yeoju opened her phone while drinking mixed coffee in the employee lounge.
And then I saw the reservation system notification again.
Choi Min-ho / Reservation Complete / Room 1205 / No Special Requests
Sometimes the word "no" is the most common word.
We don't say anything, but it's always the same room. The same time. The same people.
It was definitely more than a coincidence.
‘…If you’re curious, I’ll tell you later?’
The heroine muttered softly as she turned off her phone screen.
“No, who said you were curious?”
But he was smiling.
The nights he visited were never quiet.
And for the first time, the heroine thought that she wished the silence could last a little longer.
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