Things aren't always what they seem || Skz Ot8 x reader ff ||

Chapter 1

   'Am I really doing this?' You thought, staring out the plane window.

  It'd now been a week since you'd gotten that letter. It all still felt like some dream.

   Not much has happened since you received it. That same day you had packed a bag for two weeks, not knowing how long you'd be there.

   You felt puzzled about the whole thing. On the one hand, you were excited and nervous to see him again. But on the other hand, you felt a bit scared and anxious. Since the letter, you've thought of a million scenarios that could occur. The uncertainty of it all was what got you the most.

   Nonetheless, you tried to push through it. You knew if you didn't do this you'd regret it for the rest of your life.

   Before you could even realize it, you had started to drift off to sleep. Sumbcumming to a deep slumber only to be awakened by the end of the plane ride.

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  After unboarding the plane and getting all your belongings you ordered a cab to take you to the address you were given. Which is where you are now.

   The closer you got to your destination the more you started to feel uneasy. Your stomach was doing somersaults and your heart was almost beating out of your chest.
  
   You looked out the window, only seeing trees upon trees. You were in the middle of a forest, the trees so tall they almost looked like they were touching the quiet and gloomy sky. Although many would find this sort of atmosphere off-putting, it helped ease your anxiety a little, something about a quiet sky helped you.

   Being so lost in thought you almost missed the car slowing down and then finally coming to a halt.

   "This is it, miss," The old cab driver said, smiling at you through the car mirror. "Nice house you got there." He complimented. "Ah thank you but it's not mine," You said, thanking him. Quickly you paying him for the ride and giving him a nice tip, it was a long ride after all.

   Once you had gotten all your stuff out of the car the cab driver took off but not before wishing you a good day.

  'Ok, no turning back now. You can do this.' You thought as you stood in the long driveway. You stared at the big house in front of you. The cab driver was right, this was a very nice and very big house. You were amazed.

   The house seemed to be at least 3 stories high excluding the attic and a assumed basement. It looked to be some type of old Victorian mansion. The house was fenced off by tall brick and iron fences with old metal lamps on top. The fences met at an archway over the driveway with a big black gate blocking the entrance. Inside you could see all sorts of plants, bushes, trees, and decorations adorning the yard, driveway, and path walk.

   Wondering just how you were gonna get past the gate you noticed a little black speaker box with a few buttons on it. Curious, you decided to press the call button.

   You heard some static and an unfamiliar voice spoke "Please state your business." Not sure how to reply, you just said the first thing that popped up into your mind. "Uh, I'm here to see Christopher. Christopher Bahng." You said, your voice sounding uncertain .

   "And your name miss?" Right, of course, you have to introduce yourself. You gave the man your full name. "Alright, give me a moment please." He said before you heard the call cut off. Not long after you heard a small buzz and a very loud creak as the gate doors opened automatically.

   "Well, that was rather easy." You thought, grabbing your things and walking up the driveway. 'Damn rich people and their big long driveways.'

   As you neared the end you noticed some cars outside, a few seemed old and fancy but well-kept. The rest seemed like everyday modern cars, for the rich that was. 

   Before you even knew it you found yourself standing in front of the doorway entrance. You noticed to your left a black box, similar to the one by the gate. This time, however, it wasn't a speaker box. It seemed like it needed some sort of code. You stood there, puzzled for a moment before you pulled out the paper that had the address written down. You turned it around to find a 6-digit code written on it. "How convenient...''

  As soon as you finished putting in the code, a loud creek was heard behind you. You jumped a bit, the sudden noise startling you.

   Staring at the tall dark oak double doors opening you took a deep breath, stepping through the doors and into the main entrance. As soon as you stepped inside with all your belongings the doors slammed shut behind you.

   "Oh fuck!" you exclaimed looking behind you. You took a moment to take in your surroundings. The inside of the house was no less beautiful than the outside. The entrance connected to a dimly lit hallway. Past the entrance to the left, there were two staircases, the one on the left going down and the one on the right going up. 'So they still have a basement despite how ridiculously big this house is, huh.' To your right, there was what seemed to be a dining room. There seemed to be more down the hall but you didn't dare step into the house any further.

   You kinda just stood there, still at the entrance unsure what to do. It seemed awfully quiet inside. Maybe you should say something. "Hello!?" You shouted, your voice wavered. Soon enough you heard some steps coming from upstairs, you quickly started to internally panic. You realized you weren't as ready to see Chris again as you'd thought you were.

   As you waited nervously for him to come down your mind filled itself with a million questions. What would he be like? Was it the right choice to come here? Why did he need you to come here–

   However, your thoughts were cut off when you realized the person who was now at the bottom of the stairs, was in fact, not Chris. Instead, there stood a man with short black hair. His facial features were sharp, almost cat-like. He seemed decently tall, nothing impressive tho. He slowly approached you, stopping right in front of you.

   The room suddenly got awkward, neither of you daring to look away but not daring to speak either. Did you get the wrong house? What should you do?

   Just as you were about to speak up the man in front of you spoke. "You're that girl aren't you?" He said, looking you up and down with his arms crossed. He put you on edge a bit. "Pardon?" You replied, a bit confused.

   Right as he was about to speak again, someone else emerged from the stairs, this time, they came from downstairs. "Oh! Hey, isn't this the girl Chan told us about Minho?" A blue-haired male said, stepping close to the other man he referred to as "Minho". He had a completely different vibe from his friend.

   "It's nice to meet you, y/n right?" He extended his hand to you. "Yeah, that's me. Nice to meet you too, uh-" you trailed off, waiting for him to give his name.

   "My name is Han, and this is Minho. We're Chris's friends." He said with a smile on his face. His friend seemed to soften up a little and also shook your hand.

   "Ah not to be rude but, where is Chris?" You said looking at the two of them. "I think he's out by the patio, said he needed a breather." Answered Han.

   "In that case, I can take her stuff upstairs to the spare room while you give her a little tour of the first floor, and then we can take her to him together." Minho walked over, grabbed your things, and started walking towards the stairs. "Oh, no wait! I can do it later–" Your protests were very much ignored by Minho as he kept walking up the stairs.

   "Y/n-nie you're our guest. Chan would smack us upside down if we let you do that," Han said behind you. "C'mon let me show you around." He placed his hand on the small of your back and pushed you down the hall.

   "Guess I have no other choice huh."

   "No, you don't."
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An: Sorry if this chapter is boring, I didn't wanna make it too long.