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

Chapter 2

"And finally, we have the sitting room," Han said, slumping down on the sofa. He had spent the last 25 minutes giving you a tour of the first floor.

"Wow, this place is massive." You said looking around the room.

The room was long with high ceilings, the espresso wood paneling on it following a grid-like pattern, along with intricate foliage designs on the crown molding. Paintings adorned the side walls, and a blood-red mayflower pattern ran 3/4ths down the walls. The bottom of the walls followed a similar design and color to that of the ceiling. On the wall opposite to the arched entrance was a large fireplace, it stuck out from the wall with two shelves on each side built into the wall that extended from the ceiling to the floor. To the right of the room was a pair of deep-set windows that rounded at the top with thick velvet drapes that were pinned off to the side, their color almost matching the dark espresso color of the ceiling wood. In front of the fireplace hung a chandelier, right above an antique coffee table. Surrounding the coffee table and fireplace was an equally antique and fancy sofa set. There was a large carpet laid out on the floor a deep red color that went along with the color of the wallpaper.

You couldn't help but feel small and out of place in such a house.

"Ji, are you done showing her around?" You and Han both turned to look at the entrance of the sitting room. Minho stood there, leaning against the arched doorway. "Yeah, actually I just finished." Han stretched as he stood up from his spot.

"Well, I went and told Chan you were here. None of us knew when to expect your arrival, we apologize for that," Minho explained as he walked over and sat on the couch next to Han. "He was just coming back from a jog when I talked to him, he said he'd be here after he looked more presentable."

"Oh, there's no need to apologize really!" You exclaimed quickly, waving your hand in the air dismissively. Seeing as you were now the only person left standing in the room, you too made your way towards the couches, sitting down on the empty one next to the one Han and Minho were occupying.

"No, he's right, me and the others were really excited to finally meet you. We should've prepared better." Han said with an apologetic look.

"Others?"

"Yeah, didn't Chris tell you about me and the rest of our roommates?" Han questioned as Minho simply nodded in response to your question.

"Roommates? Wait so there's more besides you two?" You replied a bit shocked. Chris hadn't mentioned either of them in the note, much less tell you he had multiple roommates. Although you did initially wonder how he could live in a place of such a size all by himself.

"There's five more excluding me, Han, and Chris. We all have our rooms up on the 3rd floor."

"Ah to be honest Chris didn't tell me much of anything in his letter, I kinda came in here knowing next to nothing." You explained.

Minho and Han paused and looked at each other, honestly if you blinked you would've missed it, but you didn't.

"Well, we're glad you got here safe and sound! Hopefully, you're not too jet lagged." Han chirped, changing the subject.

You continued on the convo while your mind was elsewhere. How you wished you'd blinked at that moment because then you wouldn't have noticed that glance, that glance they shared that had a look of concern. A look that showed that they might know something you didn't.

You couldn't help but overthink it, it's just the way you were. Why? Why did it bother you so much? You knew you were the type of person who often misread and looked too deep into things, but you just knew this was not one of those moments.