God Is A Woman. /KTH/

8

I'm woken up by a loud bang on my door.

Ugh.

Who bangs on someone's door that loudly to wake them up?

I keep my eyes shut, not wanting to let the light in, as I re-snuggle into the duvet. I completely ignore the sound of the door opening and someone sitting down next to me. It's only when they reach over and pull my arm away from my face that I open my eyes.

"Wow!" Hoseok chirps, his face the spitting image of wonder, "Your eyes look so cool! They're so white, it's beautiful!"

I ignore him and cover my face again. "Go away, I'm trying to sleep."

"You have to get up, you need a little training." He pulls my arm away from me again and sighs gently, "Come on, get up, there are clothes for you in the wardrobe."

"Ugh, fine." I huff as I sit up and rest my head on my palms. "Where do I need to go?"

"Don't worry, I'll wait outside and take you there when you're ready." He stands up and walks towards the door before hesitating, "And don't go back to sleep or I'll be forced to tickle you."

Hold up.

He's a grown man, in fact, he's an agent who's highly skilled and could probably kill me and he's threatening to tickle me?

I'm very confused.

I shrug him off, "I won't. And no tickling is required."

He leaves the room and I quickly get changed, the clothes are pretty much identical to what I wore yesterday apart from I decided not to wear the jacket. I assume training will make me hot.

I push open the door with my palm against it (apparently that's how it scans and unlocks for certain people) to be greeted by Hoseok's smiling face.

"Let's go!" He sounds like some excited kid ready to go on a bouncy castle, how can someone so innocent do such a serious job?

Following him down the hallway, I try to remember which ways I need to turn to get back there, which is greatly benefitted by my photographic memory.

He leads me to the second floor and into a large seemingly empty room, only a few doors here and there and some mysterious looking panels. "This is it. Welcome to our training centre."

"Isn't it a bit...sparse?" My eyes glance across the room, my guard freshly put up; no more eye colour changes for me, not a chance I'll let any of them in.

"You just have to tell me what you're interested in and I'll get you started." He smiles, "Physical combat? Technology? Medics? Manipulation? Armed combat?"

"I guess physical combat sounds cool, I have quite a lot of stamina."

He nods and his smile widens even more...somehow. Walking over to the left wall, he presses his hand against a panel and to my astonishment the wall flips to reveal an array of weapons. But I thought this was physical combat not armed combat?

"Yes, this would appear to be armed combat, but physical and armed are interlinked. Yoongi will be teaching you, he should be here anyti-"

Hoseok is interrupted by the door behind me opening and a rather stern looking Yoongi walking in. His dominant figure walks straight past me towards the weapons and he grabs a small pistol and a knife. He glances up at me momentarily before placing the gun back in it's original place. "I'm not a man for blades but that seems to be your preference."

Hoseok moves swiftly towards the door, attempting to make an escape from whatever may happen next. "Go easy on her Yoongi, she's never fought before, and make sure the injuries are only minor; I don't want to see another person hacked limb from limb."