* 47 minutes later*
Y/N POV:
I'm finally at Changbins house. For some reason as i stand at the front of his million dollar french doors i start to sweat. Something doesn't feel right. I think somethings wrong with my boy best friend Changbin.
"Changbin! Open the door now I'm here".
No answer. That's strange. Changbin is the loneliest person I know and never has anyone over so why would he take so long to open the door. A fat shit maybe? I couldn't tell.
"Changbin im coming in". Luckily as his best friend I have the key to all his doors. He doesn't know that though. I unlocked the door and walked inside, wiping my feet on his million dollar white tiger rug. I took off my coat and threw it on the glass coat hanger. The glass coat hanger shattered.
I made my way into the kitchen. I'm hungry so I'll eat something. I opened the fridge. OH DEAR LORD NO. There was nothing in the fridge. What maniac has an empty fridge. All i could find were dry apple slices on the floor. They're probably Lix's.
After i ate the dry apple slices, I finally remembered what i was here for; Changbin!
The only way I'll find out where he is is to search through his Netflix account. I turned on his 4782837 inch flat screen tv and opened his kids account. Huh, so he's been watching crime movies... Well he's either scared to death in his room or he's having sex right now.
Just like that, I heard a massive crash from upstairs on the 6th story of his mansion. Changbin! I raced up the 6 stories of stairs and approached the long long hallway to his bedroom.
