(Ohmwrecker x Reader) That One Giggle

The HeadQuarters

Ohm pushed open the door placed at the end of the walkway/balcony that extended past the stairs and opposite of the door you had passed through from the garage. It was the same layout as the last room to its left, which was his. A bed with crisp, clean sheets lay in the right corner, a desk next to it along the wall. A large window lay next to the desk, its frame placed just above a small shelf. The desk and shelves where empty along with the bare walls. Across from the bed next to door was a large dresser and a closet. The room wasn't very large, but bigger than the room you had at the apartment before you were kicked out.

"This is yours," Ohm smiled. You looked at him in surprise. 

"I get my own room?" You asked, amazed. You had expected a small room at the most; nothing near this. You still found it hard to believe that you were really at the BBS headquarters and they wanted you there. With all of your excitement, the fact that you were technically kidnapped flowed away. Actually it was closer to you being adult-snatched. You had turned 18 last summer and were finally able to forget about school. Now, at the start of spring, you had planned to rent a new apartment. Buying one was out of the question because of all the paperwork, but you knew where to go to get a place without to much fuss. A few hundreds were passed and you were good.

"You can go buy clothes and stuff tomorrow," Ohm said, drawing you from your thoughts. 

"But," you began. "You took the rest of the money I had."

He smiled. "Actually you took that to start with." He shook his head. "Alright, I will let you settle down for a little bit but be down in the main area in half an hour. We need to do something."

After he left, you felt a mix of emotions. The way that everyone always feared the BBS had made you admire them; everyone was too scared to approach them. You never really feared them, however Vanoss was known to be intimidating and the look he gave you earlier gave you chills. How could such a good-looking guy be so scary?

You dumped everything that you still were holding on the bed and looked around. An outlet behind the desk allowed you to charge your laptop, and you threw your spare clothes into a drawer. You had needed new clothes for a while, but had been putting it off in fear of being caught. It was only in thinking about this that you remembered why you were paranoid.

A few days after one for your heists, you were chilling on the roof of a building, eating an orange. You suddenly got the feeling that you were being watched. Her life as a secret had strengthened her sense of being noticed, and shd casually stood up.

You pretended to scratch you neck and suddenly whipped around. A shadow dodged down before it could be identified, but the change of light revealed that someone had indeed been on the roof next door. You looked down, towards were they had to have gone in the alley only to see nothing. Ever since, you had been worried that you were being followed.

You were angry that they had been following you, but grateful almost that they had kidnapped you. Now, you had a place to stay and you had instantly taken a liking to most of the guys. You finished putting things away, shut your door, and walked outside into the hall. You sighed and walked down the stairs, ignoring everyone's eyes burning into you. You stepped onto the common area floor and into your new life.