Zero: A BTS AU (On Hold)

Home is where the Heart is: Ch 26

He asks you to enter so you do, sitting against the soft and bouncy material that melds to your shape. You nod in suprise at the satisfaction of comfort, the door being gently closed for you.

You blink, you were feeling really special. No one had treated you like this before, no one had need to. I mean, you guessed it was just in this guy's job discription, but boy was this some fine treatment.

He gets in and sits before the wheel, gently pushing the car into motion.

Off you went through the streets of Seoul. Big buildings, strange roads, many people, lots of intricacies, things that were unkown to you, to the world from which you came.

You ogle at the sights, at all you saw and all you wanted to see, and bearly mannage to stop yourself from bouncing and rocking back and forth in excitment.

You have a dumb, massive, grin on your face as the car progressed steadily. And then it stops and the grin falls. You wanted to keep going. But alas, the man comes around and opens your door. You step out onto the stone pavers and look around. You are in unfamiliar territory so you just stand like a lost goose, eyes wide as your head moves back and forth.

The man, who had gotten your bag as you stood in silent disorientation, coughs quietly to gain your attention. You smile as you turn to him, "yes?" you ask, not sure of anything really.

"This way," he says as he tilts his head to the side in indication. You just nod and follow. Walking with quick shuffles of your feet as your head stays straight, aligned with the man before you, but your eyes continue to wander.

He stops and you rear back inorder to prevent a collision. You both are standing in the enterence way to a building. You look at the roof above you, stone, and at the walls that lead to the dark wooden door before you wondering, 'uh, when did I step into an enterance way'. Well only a few moments ago actually, when you were to busy walking along besides buildings and glancing about to notice your own body turn and follow your guide into this cosy little corner.

He pulled a set of keys from his jacket and lifted them up to open the door. When it was swung open and you moved your head to the side to gain sight, your jaw dropped. To the floor.

You stepped inside with astonishment as the luxurious furnishings and open air, the delicate architecture and the beautiful setting, were all overriding the connective wires of your brain.

Oh, a connection made it through. Your mouth, still open, worked up and down like a chatterbox, "are you sure we have the right place. This is a bit nicer then what I was expecting". Ha, a bit, you were a broke asssss studient on a scholorship expecting three or like seven roommates in a dorm, not this life of elegance, opulance even. Would a scholorship even cover this? Like really?

Looking at your baffled face the man could only reply, "ah yes. The key did fit, did it not?" You recalled and could then only nod. I mean it did fit. But they could have also made a mistake with that. That was a posibility, probably not a very plausible one, but one none the less.

He let out a silent chuckle but soon regained his professional composure. It was quick, so quick that you didn't even notice the change.

"I will show you around," well seing as it sounds like he knows the place, he probably wasn't mistaken in bringing you here. But still. Fancy.

And it only grew more fancy as he led you from the enterence and lounge to the kitchen. And those overridden wires in your brain cause an explosion that leaves your thoughts destitute. What a beautiful kitchen. You were gonna cook so many cookies here. And it was big too, with an island bench and accompanying chairs, double fridge and two ovens. Two? Well more cookies the merrier I guess.