the train | changbin [under construction]

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eunsan;

we entered the tall, metallic, building that looked a little bit like the 'space needle' in seattle. changbin had let go of my hand and gave the guard outside his ID-card and motioned towards me. the obese man took a quick look at me and just nodded, completely flabbergasted while changbin had a smirk playing on his lips. the doors opened and we got in.

it looked very, and i mean very clean in the building. most of the furniture was white and black with a few other natural colours like brown and beige. the receptionist had her dark brown hair in a neat bun while she wore a black pencil skirt and a white blouse. typical business people i guess.

changbin cleared his throat and the lady jumped back due to the sudden noise. she looked at us and her eyes got big, "you're searching for mr. park, right?" "yes, of course," the woman nodded and grabbed a binder, "this way." she continued and led us the way to the so called 'mr. park'.

we took the elevator, like the smart individuals we are and she pressed on number 49. 'why not 50?' i thought to myself and frowned. changbin dragged me closer to his frame and whispered, "because no one's allowed there expect for mr. park and his close companions."

what the frick, rick? he can read my mind? obviously, i should stop thinking. it's really difficult though. i sighed.

he chuckled and leaned towards the elevator wall while his eyes closed.

the door soon opened and we walked down the long hallway to the last double doors. the walls were egg white with grey, vertical stripes and on the door it was written mr. park in cursive.

the lady ringed the bell on the side to wait for a green light before walking in to give him the binder. she also whispered something into his ear that i couldn't hear but it made changbin sigh heavily. the man chuckled and told her to leave him alone.

he turned his chair towards us and motioned us to come forward. we sat down on the two chairs in front of his, most likely expensive, desk. mr. park took a close look at me and studied my movements, "so. you are the girl we call choi eunsan. i've heard a lot about you."