| Improvise | (hyungwonho)

四

The three men stood out the front of the slightly (or not so) embellished double doors that marked the entrance of the penthouse. Gold paint lined sleek black panels on the front of the wooden barrier, blending out into the wallpaper as if it was meant to be there. The doors stood without handles as if denying entry. There was no number on the front as it was the only door on that level of the building – not more than ten steps from the elevator's exit.

Hyungwon withdrew a card from his breast pocket and tapped it against the center of the entrance. A small beep could be heard as the door unlocked and silently opened on its own. "This be some James Bond shit." Wonho's voice could be heard softly in the small space.

"Welcome home sir."

Within one of the hallway walls, a monitor flickered to life. On the large imbedded screen was a bust. His face was rounded, adorned with a tall nose and thin lips. Chocolate hair fell stylishly over the figure's dark eyes. "Greetings Mr. Shin. I am I.M., your digital butler. Before you ask, I.M. stands for 'intelligent monbebe' a personal joke of the late overlord. You may also call me Changkyun should you prefer. If you ever need me, I'll be at your beckoned call."

Two pathways lit up floor of the corridor. The light blue one that veered to the left started at the feet of the new owner of the penthouse, its soft glow reflecting off the polished surface of his baggage. The soft pastel pink of the other path began at the front of barista's position. "The paths will take both of you to your quarters. Give I.M. a call if you need anything." The secretary gave his goodbye and left the dwelling straight after, handing the card to the owner and retrieving a second one from his breast pocket for the guest.

Both remaining humans looked at the other. Kihyun raised his eyebrow as if to say how on earth did you end up with such good luck and what the fuck just happened? Wonho just shrugged in response and started down his well-lit path, suitcase in tow.

Kihyun just smiled softly as he watched the blonde swagger down the hall. The man had grown from the child he met years ago. The original Hoseok (back then a Lee, not a Shin) was lanky and dorky. A shy stick with legs. A small human was only half a year older than him, but clung to him as he had not the courage to traverse the school by himself. Maybe it was his braces or his knobby knees, Kihyun would never be able to tell. "How quickly children grow. He's graduated from an ugly duckling into a cocky goose." He commented to himself before starting down his own path. "Hey Changkyun, I have an idea to scare that fudge nugget..."

Now just when Wonho didn't think he would be prepared for life in his own penthouse, it was an understatement. The whole apartment took up three floors of the complex instead of the usual one to two floors. The path led him up the two flights of the central stairwell and to another door that was crafted to fade out into the wallpaper. The polished gold of the entrance was lined with black, an inverse of the front door of the penthouse. "Allow me Sir." I.M.'s voice echoed eerily down the hall, sending a shiver down the blonde's spine as he flinched.

Once again, the doors swung open silently without Wonho even needing to lift a finger. "Please don't do that again Changkyun. I almost had a heart attack!" He whined as the AI burst into laughter.

The interior of the room was lavish and minimalistic to explain in vaguest terms. The living quarters took up the whole of the third floor, sectioned apart with sheer partitions and thin decorative wallpaper in a modern botanic style. One of the walls in the office partition of the space was made up of a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf, filled to the brim with literary classics, business magazines and reports. Another of the sections was fairly large, and giant mirrors covered the walls. Upon closer inspection, Wonho found that the mirrors were also storage for gym equipment and a good quality sound system.

The third partitioned section was taken up by a wardrobe the size of two rooms. Half of it was filled with tailored suits and expensive clothes that were just his size and style. He quickly set to work unpacking his suitcase of all of his normal clothes, quickly noting the organisational system that was already in place around him as not to make his sleeveless tanks and old runners seem too out of place. The bathroom was just as large and had mirrors everywhere, a large shower and an even bigger bathtub.

The last section and the main section consisted of the main bedroom, a fairly spacious and elaborately decorated space. The king-sized bed was made with golden sheets and a white embroidered spread, the designs painted on the floor as to make the bed seem like it fit there perfectly and blended into its surroundings. One of the walls was made of glass, allowing the sleeper a full view of the city that surrounded him.

"This is way too fancy for my ass." The complaint was met with silence as the man stalked his way to the office. "I might as well do a bit of reading, so I don't seem like a complete noob tomorrow."