Lobby

@Kim Jongdae It was the same and repetitive day besides Kyungsoo's boss yelling at him because of his lateness. The rest of his work day was fine. The usual, his hands were soaked with soap suds and were instantly getting pruned. It was a horrible feeling when he accidently slides his fingers upon the metal equipment. Though he tried to ignore it, it was really hard to ignore. It was actually quite frustrating to him. He sighed while continuing to scrub the sticky gunk off of the pot - persistently not getting off no matter what he did. Perhaps he wanted something different today in hope that his lateness would've changed it but there was nothing special happening. Because of this stupid gunk not getting off, he had to take a break. The steam in the kitchen was even hotter than usually and he could feel a cough coming on. He told the employee besides him to take his place for a bit. As they noticed him about to cough, they shooed him away acknowledging that if he were to cough at that instance then he would contaminate the food. He was already yelled at by the boss, he didn't want to experience that in the future at all.

Kyungsoo walked off to the vending machines, coughing instantly as he got there. The towel he bought accidentally was still gripped on. Luckily, he could use it to wipe sweat off of his forehead. He glanced over the options of the vending machine. When he picked the lemon-flavored water, he inserted the change, and got it out with ease. He patted the cold water onto his forehead, whilst seating next to a stranger on a bench. He could tell it was another employee, judging from his uniform. He was happy that there was someone with the same mindset. Thinking about it made him grin as he drank some of his water.

@Do Kyungsoo Staple after staple, he had a stack of papers next to him. A few guests passed by, going in and out of the elevator and the staircase. The day was slow, not a lot of people were coming in and checking in. Most of the employees just stood and chatted with other co-workers, meanwhile Jongdae had to sit at the front desk and staple paperwork. His hands were getting tired from stapling so much paperwork, he needed a break, plus he was hungry. His stomach growled in yearn for food, he let out a discomfort mumble, glancing back and forth to see if there's anyone who could cover for him while he went to get a snack or two at the restaurant near the front desk.

After a minute of searching, he finally found someone who was willing to fill in for him as he go fetch some food. He thanked the employee, who simply smiled at him and gestured him to go. He let out a sigh, standing up from his seat and walking to the restaurant. There was a vending machine near the place, he walked towards it, slipping in some change to get what he wanted. He got a granola bar and a soda, something to accompany his stomach. He sat on a chair that was flung outside and opened the bar, then began eating it until it was nothing. He then opened the soda can, letting it settle and taking a sip. He quivered from the sensation, lifting the can to his face and looking at the description of the soda can.

@Kim Jongdae When Kyungsoo woke up this morning, he knew something wasn't right. There was sunlight on his eyelids which shined himself to wakeup. The birds were chirping even louder and the wind was picking up inside his room, which would've been ten times colder by his expected time. He sat up, lazily rummaging through his ebony hair. When he reached over to check on the time, he lowly grunted. He was about to be late... For the first time? Perhaps training himself till the dead of light was a bad idea on his part. The shock took over him as he ran over to get himself ready for the morning. It was only merely 20 minutes before he tidied everything on him - evidence of earlier was almost nonexistent. As he made way outside of his apartment building, he was still fixing the creases of his apron in order to look even more professional. Though he wasn't the one cooking the meals, at least he looked like a culinary artist. People stared at his uniform and that was something that Kyungsoo would never get used to. He'd be lying if he didnt like the attention.

As he waited for the bus, he took out his phone. There, he took the time to message the head chef about his current situation, in hope that they'll understand. He would be terribly apologetic if they don't but another side to him would probably make him have a grudge over them. As the bus finally arrived, he was almost 10 minutes late. Other employees would probably think that was nothing but for a popular hotel with fast working chiefs, this was a huge problem. He slightly panicked, the sweat was ultimately building in his palms. When he glanced over to see his bus arrive, he jumped in quickly to find himself no available seats. He clenched onto the bus pole, comforting himself with kind words as people in the bus were rudely bumping him.

Kyungsoo finally found his way back to the hotel, hurrying inside and dashing through the revolving doors. He was about to get in real trouble soon and he wasn't prepared for any of it. His eyes glanced at the customers making way to the restaurant. There he saw a blurry figure that seemed oh so familiar. There was that feeling in his gut that he couldn't control. Whoever they were, they were somehow important to him and almost made him really excited when he glanced. However, he had to rush to the restaurant so stopping now would be near impossible. He'd promise to get a closer look later, hopefully.

@Do Kyungsoo Conversations, walking, electronics, the elevator, all of it occupied the lobby. It never satisfied Jongdae, reasoning to why he sometimes get migraines when he gets home. He wasn't confident with his work nor the ability to converse with others. Maybe that's just him trying to discourage himself. The place is always visited my celebrities, wealthy people, etc. He wished that he could be able to be like the others whom stayed at the hotel, just rich. He had a normal income, what else would he want that's economically related? He failed to reach for his desired career, stuck as a receptionist of a hotel where he feels less worthy of himself. He shut his mind, keeping the thoughts further away from him.

A sigh left his chapped lips, hearing another complaint from an enraged customer. It was morning, the start of his daily job of talking and forcedly smiling at customers, which was pain. He's normally outgoing, he wasn't sure what overcame of him. The customer gave him a fused eyebrow, tilting her head as if she's questioning the reception on if he's listening to her complications or not. He was half-listening, taking out a stack of papers to file and stamp to send off to the service that she was complaining about. The woman let out one big gulp of screeching for change in the service, then left with a scowl. He watched leave, scratching his hair as he put the customer's keys with the others. He never understood customers sometimes. They want this, then they want that. Does anything satisfy a customer? More to be added to his headache.

As he stapled papers, he let out a yawn and scanned the area of busy-dosers. However, he noticed a faded coming closer toward to him, hinting familiarity with the other. The way on how he is dressing brought him to the thinking of that the person is a chef, but the person was so familiar that his urges to ignore was impossible to occur. He blinked once, watching him pass by as he seemed to take notice of Jongdae too. He mumbled, glancing over at that clock. The chef seemed to have missed his supposed arrival time of his shift. He shrugged it off, hoping to speak with him after work then went back to his stapling.

Bringing his own luggage, an tall man with black glasses walked through the front door. He stopped and looked around the huge lobby. He took his smartphone from his long fancy jacket and touched the screen just to make sure he is in the right place.
The internet -one of his best buddy- told him that this hotel has penthouses, and that's exactly what he need after hours of sitting on a plane from Boston.

He walked to the front office, looking around and put his black glasses. "Hi, I would like to check in for a penthouse." He smiled, showing his pretty smile to the one in front of him.

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@Kim Minseok The sounds of customers walking and elevator ringing almost made Jongdae have a headache. He worked here for a long period, yet he still haven't adjusted to the noise of the hotel. He thought being a receptionist was easy- just sitting on a chair and talking to customers, but that was a complete lie when he started working. He should be lucky to get hired by such a high-level hotel, though he wished for another job sometimes. He compared himself and to the customers that he meet during his shift, noticing how rich and elegant they are and how trashy and garbage-looking he is. Even if he wore a suit, he felt dirty, not sure why.

A stack of papers were in his hands, passed down to the other employees who specifically asked for paperwork. The individual left, leaving Jongdae to sigh as he warmed his chair. Suddenly, a customer arrived, packed up with the fancy clothing and a credit card sliding down the counter. The receptionist raised an eyebrow, a little weird out by his weird look, but he was another rich figure with that Gucci wallet and Fendi sunglasss. He shook his head slightly, standing up to follow the command.

He took the credit card, using it to pay the cost of the hotel room and other materials that were needed alongside. He gave the card back with a dull look, slightly running his hair with his hand to get his bangs out of the way. "I'll call an employee over, don't worry." He replied, noticing his suggestive look and was a bit amused by it. "Your room should be on the tenth floor," he turned around, grabbing the room key and passing it to him. "Room 363." He gave him a smile, just for the good impression.

@Kim Jongdae Mutliple pairs of shoes clack against the polished floor of the lobby, some rushed to continue their jobs, while others seem to be searching for something to do. Yet, gurgling water from the waterfall within the grand entrance masks the differences in people's mindsets to create a calm hush over the place.

It's time for Minseok to fall into his persona.

Black Fendi sunglasses are pushed back to rest in his brown hair, eyes slightly narrowed as he takes in the area he will most likely spend a majority of his time in. With a smirk stretched across his lips, a characteristic he has built for Xiumin, spreads between his cheeks, he opens his Gucci wallet to reveal a black credit card between his middle and index fingers.

Casually, he leans onto the counter, flashing the receptionist a smile as he extends his hand to hand over the counter to hand over his credit card. "I'd like to stay here for a week, please. A room with a big bed would be preffered."

He makes eye contact with the male receptionist in front of him as he draws himself back from the counter, slowly drawing down the zipper to his designer jacket to reveal a tightly fitting Nike golf shirt. "I have my golf clubs being shipped here now. Could you have someone bring them up to my room for me?" He asks, giving the receptionist a suggestive look.