By the time they reached their apartment, Sang decided she'd make a quick call to Matt. She asked Gabriel for her bag and she took out her phone. She rang Matt but it went to voicemail. Sighing, she left him a message telling him to ring her back. She couldn't elaborate as she was still in the car with the guys. In all, there were three cars, and Sang noticed they were pretty much all the same make, just in different colours. The one she'd rode in was black, the one Dakota drove was silver, and the one Owen had driven was dark grey. They all parked in the apartment parking lot and discharged themselves from the cars. Before she could open the door, North was there opening it for her and lifting her off the seat. Deciding to play damsel in distress she acted grateful that he was there for her and pasted a hurting expression on her face.
The apartment complex was huge and they all took the elevator to the seventh floor. To say the ride was awkward would have been an understatement. Sang was sure her face was flaming as she was held in North's arms with the rest of the Academy guys behind her, she was used to keeping her cool but this particular assignment was testing her cool. Once inside the apartment, North strode right in set her down on the sofa and Sang took in her surroundings. The apartment was located in the nicer part of town; it had a modern and refurbished feel to it. The interior was a black and white theme with furniture being either of the two. The walls were a stark white with a black clock on the east wall, and there were two large windows giving a generous view of the world below. Sang currently sat on a soft black leather couch and had her ankle propped up slightly on the black glass coffee table under the pretence of it still being injured. Although fairly monochrome, the living room still had subtle personal touches of the Academy guys. There was a stack of academic looking books next to were her ankle lay on the table. She noticed they were related to particle physics and astronomy. Interesting. There was also an assortment of abstract canvas paintings on the wall, adding vivid bursts of colour to the otherwise blank walls. A glossy grand piano lay in the far corner with various music sheets haphazardly strewn over the currently closed piano top, she assumed it was mainly used by Victor remembering what Silas had said about him being a child prodigy. Sang had always wanted to go into music, but she was never allowed instruments when she was younger, mainly because her mother refused to buy her anything for herself and only ever supplied her with the essentials. She had managed to get her hands on a few classical and rock CD's, Vivaldi being her favourite classical musician. She wondered if Victor liked him, too. Now that she thought about it, the apartment was fairly neat and tidy; not how she expected a large shared apartment to look at all - especially considering the inhabitants were all bachelors and in their late teens/early twenties. Thinking of her own apartment she wondered what it would be like to constantly be around and share a space with people who actually loved you and cared for you. It was a nice situation but not one Sang saw herself in anytime soon. She relied on no one but herself since she was a child and now an independent young woman, she wasn't in a hurry to break as such but did enjoy company when she had some. Her apartment also contrasted to this, it was mainly feminine and pink, and in fact Sang's favourite colour was pink. It may seem weird having a spy working for such a honourable agency having such cliché girly preferences but come on; we're living in the twenty-first century. There's a list of things pink can be without having the connotation of being feminine and girly; for example the colour of blood when you've just stabbed someone in their bathroom because you're a serial killer and you want to wash the blood off your limbs to cover up your act. The victim's blood oozes out of their wounds as you carry them to the bathtub in hopes of drowning them to ensure they're dead. The bright red gushing blood merges with the water, diluting the blood to a lovely pale pink colour. Now you wouldn't think of associating this murderous scene with pretty little girls and femininity would you? Or maybe you would. Like I said before, we are living in the twenty-first century and the feminism scene is alive and kicking, more so than it has been for decades. Sang couldn't help but laugh at the scene she'd just conjured up in her head and had once again let her imagination get to the best of her. She realised she must have looked crazy sitting there laughing to herself but she couldn't help it.
"Miss Sang, are you alright there?" inquired Sean, crouching down and smiling as if he was about to laugh too.
"Yeah I'm fine," she said, her laughter dying down.
"Good. Kota - go get me my first aid kit, Nathan - you get her an ice pack from the freezer." Sean ordered, authority evident in his voice. The guys did as they were told and arrived back only moments later with the required items. Sean cleaned the cut with some anti-septic and made Sang hold the ice pack on her ankle for around five minutes, during which the guys got comfortable in the living room and turned on the television. Sang, Sean, and Gabriel sat on the couch closest to the door, Silas, Nathan and North sat on the adjacent couch, Owen stood at the side of their couch, and Luke and Kota took the two armchairs on the opposite Sang's couch. It was a rectangular layout with the television directly fixed upon the wall opposite to where Silas, Nathan, and North sat. A Red Sox game was on and the boys, namely Silas and North were watching eagerly. The rest watched with mild interest, but Sang noticed the frequent side-glances she would get from the guys. When her five minutes were up, Sean wrapped her ankle with a white bandage and made her get up and test out her ankle. She considered it a bit extreme to wrap it up in a bandage considering it was just a mild cut, but she went along with it and walked towards the door and back. She noticed every single guy in the room trailing her movements as she walked and their gazes flittered over her body. She could not say that she didn't like the attention; when you had nine very fine looking gentlemen gazing at you, it was hard not to appreciate the attention. Owen's steely gaze darkened as he watched from his standing position, his arms crossed over his chest. She had yet to see him smile, almost all the guys had smiled or laughed but Owen hadn't as much as smirked in her direction. The guy really did need to lighten up. Sang gave a victorious smile and plopped back down next between Sean and Gabriel.
"Looks like it'll heal in no time at all," smiled Sean. Sang blushed.
"Thank you so much doctor..."
"Green. But you can call me Sean."
"Thanks Sean."
