Again? [SeongSang FF]

Eleven

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Yeosang rested his head on the window of the taxi. He tried his best to stay awake but as the time went by, the harder it became. After a short rest at the police station, he was hoping he could get some proper rest at Wooyoung's. Obviously, that wouldn't be happening anytime soon.

His eyes closed and opened slowly. The smooth sensation of the car driving over the road posing a problem as well.

"Sir, we're here," the taxi driver said, putting the car into park.

Yeosang jolted, sitting up and collecting his things. He gave the man a 20 and dipped his head before exiting the cab. "Thank you."

In front of him was a tall building with hundreds of windows precisely lining the walls. Yeosang looked slightly shocked. He checked the address on the receipt then at his phone gps.

This was the place.

Yeosang sighed before entering. The glass doors were heavy and large. Inside, it was slightly cold but the air seemed insanely fresh. The ceilings where higher than his self esteem and several huge, modern chandeliers hung from the top.

He tapped on the button of one of the many elevators. Like the air around him, the button was cold and smooth. It made him even more nervous.

The doors almost immediately opened, and Yeosang stepped into the large space. The floors were wooden, with mirrors implanted into 3 of the elevator walls.

He checked the receipt again. '12 floor, Unit 403'. Subsequently, Yeosang pressed the 12 floor button and the doors closed.

"Twelfth Floor," the automated voice spoke.

Yeosang took one more deep breath before exiting the moving box. He looked around. The floors were marble and the hallways looked endless.

A golden sign pointed towards the rooms 400-409 and 410-420.

Yeosang followed the maze's directions and found himself in front of the 403 door.

Yeosang clenched his duffel bag handle before raising his hand to knock on the sleek wooden door.

Inside, a door closed then footsteps trailed towards him. "Who is it?" Yeosang heard from the other side.

He looked directly at the small peep hole and smiled as best as he could.

The door quickly swung open. "Yeosang! What are you doing here at this hour?"

"Hey Seonghwa," Yeosang waved. "My friend... had gotten a new roommate already."

"Oh alright then," Seonghwa nodded. "Come in then. You must be tired," he said, supporting the slightly smaller's shoulder with his hand.

The door clicked shut and Yeosang couldn't look Seonghwa in the eye. He felt pathetic. He wanted to try his best to avoid getting close to the model but it only led to the worst.

Seonghwa's hand slid down Yeosang's arm softly. "You alright? Why don't you sit down, I'll get you some water," he directed towards the large leather couch in the middle of his large flat.

The house was really nice. With an open floor plan and lots of expensive things. It was truly that of a model's for sure.

Yeosang sank into the couch. It was far comfier than he'd ever felt before. A small coffee table sat in front of him and on the far wall, a huge flat screen hung in all its glory. Yeosang suddenly felt even more uncomfortable.

So this is what rich people live like?

Seonghwa returned with a glass of water to find Yeosang asleep with his head hanging down.