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2nd Day - 8:54 - The trip

A few minutes later after Seven left the chatroom, my phone rang again. I was in the middle of pouring the soups into the bowls. I grabbed my phone to see that Seven texted me privately.

707: Here's Jumin's address lololl
707: u can thank me later^^
707: [Click Link]

Jihye: What about Yoosung?

707: I got him. U go to Jumin's place. He'll probably won't answer tho since he's—ya know—sick and all
707: His security guards will most likely answer.

I clicked on the link and my phone sent me straight to Boogle Maps. I sighed, putting back the leftover soups in the fridge. Well, the good thing is there are leftovers for me later. Wrapping the plastic bowls with saran wrap, I carefully placed them inside my reusable grocery bag. Following the blue arrow of Boogle Maps, I made my way towards Jumin's house.

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His house was farther than I expected. It would've taken longer by car but since I don't have a car, I got here by riding the bus and walking. But the building in front of me was so tall that if I kept looking up, I might lose my balance and fall.

"Is this a penthouse??? I never saw one in person." I muttered, rustling inside my bag for the soup. I nervously approached the intimidating double doors of his penthouse and pressed on the buzzer.

"Hello? This is Mr. Han's security guard."

"U-Um, hi, hello. I'm Park Jihye, one of Mr. Han's members from the RFA. He mentioned he was feeling ill today so I brought him some seaweed soup for him to recover quickly."

There was a long awkward silence on the other side.

"D-Don't worry, I haven't poisoned it! I-If that's what you were worried about..."

"Of course not." the security guard finally answered. "I apologize for the wait, but Mr. Han is currently fast asleep. If you'd like, you're more than welcome to write him a note with the soup."

"Oh, I didn't bring any papers or pens."

The double door slowly opened, revealing the vast hall of Jumin's house. My jaw dropped to the floor at the sight. This was merely just the entrance—only a hall even—and there's already so much space. In front of me were three security guards in their tuxes, staring down at me.

I gulped, feeling like a rabbit being preyed on by wolves.

"Here you go." they handed me a plain post-it note along with a pen.

"Thank you."

' I know you said you didn't want it, but I made some for Yoosung and had leftovers! I wanted you to have a quick recovery so you wouldn't have to worry too much about work. Please don't overwork yourself! It's important to recharge every once in a while! Have a nice day :) '