ATEEZ ONESHOTS [BXB]

- Pool Day With Tha Gurls -

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Yeosang squinted through the passenger side window, his breath catching slightly as he surveyed the house looming before them. "Are you sure this is the right place?" he murmured, his voice tinged with a mix of awe and skepticism.

Wooyoung, hands steady on the wheel, glanced sideways at him with a small, confident grin. "No doubt," he replied, guiding the car smoothly into the driveway. The tires crunched softly over the gravel before coming to a halt.

San leaned forward from the back seat, his eyes practically sparkling with excitement. "Bro, this place is insane! Why didn't Hongjoong invite me here sooner?" he exclaimed, the eagerness in his voice impossible to miss.

Wooyoung chuckled as he cut the engine, turning slightly in his seat to face them. "First off, he did invite you. You were just too busy either working or jetting off to see your family," he teased, opening his door with a flourish. "And as for you, Yeosang," Wooyoung added, stepping out and slamming the door behind him before Yeosang could protest, "you never want to go anywhere. I practically had to drag you here. So, if you two want to be mad, be mad at yourselves, not Hongjoong."

San huffed dramatically but wasted no time in following Wooyoung's lead, yanking open his door and grabbing his overnight bag. Yeosang, still slightly reluctant, finally unbuckled his seatbelt and slid out of the car. The three of them began their walk up the driveway, the slope gentle yet giving them a sense of ascent, as if they were approaching something grand and imposing.

As they neared the house, San's pace quickened, his excitement barely contained. His mouth fell open slightly as he took in the structure before him. The house was a stunning mix of glass and stone, its design both stark and sophisticated. The deep gray stonework blended seamlessly with the surrounding landscape, giving the building a sense of belonging, while the enormous glass windows caught the dull gray sky, reflecting it back like a mirror. The roof, a series of angled planes, gave the impression of a dragon's back—sharp, sleek, and powerful.

Wooyoung noticed San's reaction and smirked, while Yeosang's gaze remained fixed on the house, his expression unreadable. The house seemed to rise from the earth itself, a fortress of modern design, both futuristic and timeless, its presence commanding attention and respect. The silence between them grew heavy, each of them lost in their own thoughts, the grandeur of Hongjoong's home setting the tone for whatever lay ahead.

Yeosang stood frozen on the driveway, his usually composed face betraying a rare glimmer of awe as his gaze traced the sharp, geometric lines of the house before him. The building's sleek, angular columns framed the entrance like a set of watchful sentinels, lending the structure an air of unspoken authority. Each stone in the towering walls seemed meticulously chosen and placed, fitting together with a precision that made the entire facade feel impossibly seamless, almost as though the house had emerged whole from the earth itself.

San's breath hitched as he absorbed the sight, his eyes sweeping from the stone wall that lined the driveway to the colossal garage doors that seemed capable of swallowing entire vehicles whole. His gaze then climbed to the towering glass facade, reflecting the late afternoon light in a way that made the house appear almost otherworldly, as though it belonged in some futuristic cityscape rather than nestled within the quiet, affluent neighborhood around them. "Wow," he breathed, the word slipping from his lips as if pulled by an invisible force.

Up ahead, Wooyoung strolled with an air of nonchalance, though his stride had an unmistakable bounce to it. When he turned to glance back at his friends, a smirk curved his lips, a glint of pride sparking in his eyes. "Pretty cool, right?" he drawled, his tone light, almost casual, but it couldn't mask the pride that laced every word. Though he'd seen the house before, even he couldn't help but marvel at the sheer audacity of Hongjoong's impeccable taste.