Hacker || Yoonmin

Chapter 9

    I lay in my bed now after touring the whole place. The place was really big, and although I don't think Mr. Kim would mind, they didn't want you getting lost. The place outside of the small white room that I was in was actually made of concrete and steel. They like to call it the Castle of Steel.

And partially, it did look like a castle. The place was full of high arches and long banisters that wound upstairs. There hung long tapestries that had mottos and quotes on them. Most of them from people that had died that were in the organization. They were all decorated beautifully.

But that's where the similarities stopped. Along the main part of the building were rooms with bunk beds in them. They had a shower and toilet in each one. Each one was equipped with some cabinets too. I would describe it to look like a prison because all of the rooms had an open wall on one side.

In fact, this place had once been a prison and you could still see remnants of it. Along each open wall at the bottom and top, you could see where the bars encasing them were cut off. The windows in each cell were still barred off though, and most of the rooms the people had put up curtains to block out the sun.

The place itself was dusty, although with people cleaning all the time, I was told it got better over the years. Some people had even put up decorations in their rooms. Shy people put up curtains on the open wall. Apparently, my roommates thought that it would be a good idea to put up beads that clicked all the time.

I could tell right away that I was not going to like my roommates.

I couldn't complain too much, though. They didn't have very many rules. No drinking/drugs on weekdays, no having sex without both people signing on an agreement. If children were born in here, they would have 5 years to show some kind of ability or else they would have to leave. They did, however, allowed the mothers to leave too, if they so wish.

Up the stairs, there were 3 more floors. The first was living quarters. The second was more living quarters. The third, however, was shops that people owned and could buy stuff from. There was a bank and by doing jobs and getting our weekly checks, we could deposit or save it by ourselves. Women, unless otherwise spoken of, were not supposed to work. Some did anyway, but it was rare.

The fourth floor was unlike the others. This one had state-of-the-art equipment and technology. Some of the computers and things were not even allowed to the public. There were training rooms for the people that had strength abilities and different kinds of training rooms. I was told by Mr. Kim that I would probably start working up there first, being that my ability was being a technical genius.

Psh... I already knew that.

I smiled to myself as I lay on the bed. According to the clocks that hung on the walls, people were supposed to be getting off of work by now. Everyone closed down their shops anywhere from 5 PM to 7 PM because curfew was at 11 PM and people wanted to have fun before that. I heard laughing and heightened talking as people began to draw nearer.

I heard one laugh that was really familiar. I turned and saw Mr. Kim leading Jimin towards my room.

"Hey Jimin!" I yell to him over the noise. He smiled as he parted the beads to come in.

"Hey, Yoongi!" He looked around for a minute and then started laughing, "Looks like a hippy died in here!"

He was right, it did. There were spiritual things everywhere. Herbs and spices, scent burners, candles, dreamcatchers, furs, and most of all, clocks. There were all sorts of clocks on the wall. Some of them showed different times for different places and some of them showed the current time.

"Yeah..." My smile turned into a deep frown as I surveyed my surroundings. "Where's your room?"

He took his duffel bag off of his shoulder. They gave every new person one. It contained things like a toothbrush and toothpaste and a hairbrush. Essential things. It also contained some basic clothes and your first week's check plus a bonus for joining the organization.

"Right here." He said as he threw the duffel bag on the bed right under me.

"Oh? Cool." Actually, I was freaking out. I liked the man and if he was sleeping right under me, that was just not okay. Especially if the things that the man said were true. I felt my face going red at the thought of Jimin moaning my name in his sleep. He was too busy on his bed to notice.

"I wonder when the hippy who decorated this room will be here," Jimin said, unpacking his things. Just then, a familiar black-haired man opened the beads.

"He's here." His smile lit up the room, just like it always had. His lips forming a heart when pulled back. He locked eyes with me for a moment.

"H-Hoseok?"

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R U SHOOK? I actually only wanted to end it there because apparently, it's like 900 words long. Like... Holy shiiiiiiii. Happy New Year!!

Also... Quadruple Update because I got lazy AND lost my phone so I couldn't hotspot to my computer because I HAVE NO WIFI AT MY HOUSE!