Y/N's POVPervert 2:
- Why are you doing this?Me:
- This? Care to elaborate?His eyes were looking everywhere but me.
Why act embarrassed?
He picked these.
Does he enjoy playing this game so much that he would lie straight to my face? Is he crazy?
Maybe he's testing me.
Let me put my Oscar winning face on.
Me:
- Am I making you uncomfortable?He stared into my eyes.
Pervert 2:
- You're making it easy for me to forget that you're a minor.I give him an honest smile.
(Not)
Me:
- The day that you'll forget it, I'll forget it as well.Pervert 2:
- Please don't.Me:
- What did you want anyway?Pervert 2:
- Ah...yes, I thought that you could use a tour.Me:
- Maybe some other time...And with that I just pass him and go my own way before he can say anything else.
........
My destination is the training room, which if I remember correctly is somewhere in the west wing of the house on the first floor...I think.
I head towards that general direction.
The house is huge but I still remember some details from the night of my "visit" here.
Since I knew the general structure of the house I knew where the training room will probably be.
And I was right.
While walking around corridors in the west wing and following the mental map of the house that I had my memory brought me down some stairs.
So it was underground.
Two big doors are in front of me.
I puss one open and a huge training room with really high ceiling came to sight, a big amount of equipment, a pool for swimming training, climbing walls, rope slings, parkour training equipment...and many more.
The floor is covered with safety mats.
They have everything.
The good thing is that no one is here.
I think.
My eyes noticed a door at my right.
I approached it and looked inside to make sure no people are around.
Target training room.
Empty.
I turned back and search with my eyes for what I am looking for.
Yes!
There they are.
I jogg towards them.
Punching bags.
But no equipment.
I decide to search for some equipment around.
After few minutes I find some stuff in a locker near the boxing bags.
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The House Of Games (BTS mafia) 18+
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