Chapter 19 - (1.7K Words)

"This is the safe house?!" You asked in total disbelief. You blinked, and took in the luxurious room around you. You didn't know what you had expected, but it certainly wasn't this. This wasn't just a safe house, it was a safe mansion.

The walls were white porcelain, and the ceilings were hung high above your head. Several thick, ornate pillars lined the walls of the front room. A gigantic golden chandelier hung down over the impressive grand staircase. You could see the second floor balcony, and several white doors lined up behind the railing. You wondered what was behind each of the doors.

From where you were standing at the front door, you could see the dining room and the kitchen, which were impressive on their own. You saw eight dining chairs, three on each side, and two on the ends. You had never seen a table so long, and it looked to be made out of mahogany. There was another, not-so-impressive, golden chandelier hanging over the table.

Hoseok chuckled at your reaction, and leaned against the door. His black clothes stood out against the sheer brightness of the white walls. You turned around, and motioned to the room around you. He pulled his hand out of his pocket, and swung it across his body.

"Go ahead and explore to your heart's content," he smiled. "I'll be right here if you need me for anything.

You hesitantly took a step forward, and gazed in awe at the rest of the house. You peeked around the corner, and you saw a short hallway that lead out to what looked like a lounge. You could see a pool table that looked like someone had left in the middle of a game. There was a large TV just opposite the table, hanging off of the wall. Several leather couches were all over the room, around both the pool table and the TV. You saw a large chiffonier that wasn't doing a very good job of hiding the various bottles of liquor and booze inside.

That seems like a little much, doesn't it?

You scanned the room some more, looking for somewhere else to explore. You could see where a door opened into a bathroom, but you decided that room was for another day. Finally, you saw a door that piqued your interest.

All the bathroom and bedroom doors looked like they had locks on the doorknob, and for obvious reasons. This door didn't have any locks on the handle, but it had more locks than any other door in the house, save for the front door. You counted four different locks, not including a keyhole slit you could see in the knob.

I'm not surprised they're hiding something, but what's down there?

"Hoseok, where does this door go?" You asked, stepping out into the main room. You were surprised to find that Hoseok wasn't where you had left him. You looked around the room, trying to find where he could have possibly gone. You gave up once you realized that it might take you hours to find him in a house as large as this.

I guess I'll just have to try and find out on my own. The worst that happens is that the door is locked, and I can't get in.

You quickly slunk back towards the room with the pool table and the mysterious locked door. You stared intensely at the door, picturing what could possibly be hidden behind it. You gathers your courage, and headed towards the door.

You stood in front of the door. Now that you were just in front of it, you could see that it wasn't made out of wood, like the other doors in the house. It was white, but it looked like it was made out of metal.

You hesitantly laid your hand on the doorknob, and took a deep breath. You pulled, and the door didn't open. It didn't even budge.

"There are locks on it for a reason," you heard a familiar voice say. You whipped your head around, and took your hand off the doorknob.

Yoongi was thrown lazily against the couch closest to the pool table, with a pool cue in his hand. He was busy applying chalk to the end of the cue. He took the chalk away from the end of the cue, and set it down on the end table beside him. His eyes went from the chalk directly into yours.You instantly averted your eyes and stepped away from the door.

"I-I'm sorry, Yoongi. I'll leave you to your game," you stuttered, your face turning bright red from embarrassment. You hadn't seen or heard him come into the room, and there was only one way in or out besides the locked door. You would have noticed him, right?He was always there when you least expected him to be.

You quickly turned on your heel to leave the room, but you felt a hand come to rest on your shoulder. Millions of things were going through your head. You could feel beads of sweat as they started to form on your forehead.

"Do you really want to know what's down there?" Yoongi asked you, setting the cue down on the floor and rummaging through his pocket. "I can show you if really want to know. It's not all that exciting, but..."

His hand trailed down the length of your arm until it came to rest in your open hand. He firmly held your hand, and waited for you to follow him. You gulped, and willingly let him pull you towards the door.

Once you were both standing in front of the door, he let go of your hand, and started searching through his pocket. You kept your eyes on the ground, still fairly embarrassed that he had caught you.

"Here we go," he said, holding up a long, grey laniard that held four keys.

He carefully scrutinized the keys, and then after a minute, slid one of the keys into the lock on the doorknob. You looked at the three other locks on the door, and figured that their keyholes must have been on the other side of the door. The knob turned smoothly, and he opened the door without another problem.

"Well, you wanted to know what was down here, right?" Yoongi asked, putting himself between the wall and the open doorway. He was holding the door open with the flat of his palm, and the laniard was now hanging loosely from his neck.

You slowly nodded, and Yoongi sighed, clearly annoyed. You immediately looked up, hoping that he wouldn't explode with anger, like he did for breakfast.

"Well come on, then," he said, pushing through the doorway without you. He disappeared into the darkness, leaving you alone in the lounge. You caught the door in your hand before it could close, and you quickly followed after him into the dark.

It didn't take you long to figure out that immediately inside of the door, there were stairs. You stumbled and tried to grab for something to steady yourself. You caught yourself on what was probably railing before you could fall and really hurt yourself, but you could hear Yoongi snickering from somewhere in the darkness.

He's laughing?!

"I forgot to mention, there are stairs, and the light switch is at the very bottom," you could hear Yoongi as he tried his best to quiet himself. "I'll help you down the rest of the way, if you can tell me where you're at."

"I'm fine," you said, pulling yourself up so you were standing. "I don't need your help, but thank you."

"But I insist," he said, sounding closer than he had been before. "Because if you fall again, I might pee my pants from laughter."

You smiled at the thought, and rested yourself on the railing. You couldn't hear the stairs creaking anymore, and you wondered where Yoongi was. Only moments later, you felt something brush against your side, and you shied away from the touch.

"Relax, it's only me," Yoongi whispered, still chuckling. "Give me your hand."

Your hands found each other's in the darkness and clasped together. Yoongi carefully lead you down the long flight of stairs, chuckling whenever you stumbled, even slightly. In no time, you were safely at the bottom of the staircase.

Yoongi flipped the switch, and row after row of lights began to turn on, illuminating the room. You blinked, and covered your eyes, shocked by the sudden brightness of the room. You waited for your eyes to adjust, and you were disappointed when you looked around the room.

"It's a garage."

You saw cars of all makes and models, including the black SUVs that you had been driving around. Most of the cars were black, and had tinted windows, but there were seven or eight that looked different than all the others. The most interesting car was a red convertible with two white racing stripes down the middle.

"I told you it wasn't that interesting," Yoongi said, leaning up against the wall and picking the dirt out of his fingernails. "Do you at least like the cars?"

"That one's okay," you said, pointing to the red convertible.

"That's it?" Yoongi asked, coming up to stand beside you. "Not that I'm complaining about your choice, but you can do better than the Eleven Ball."

"The Eleven Ball?" You turned your head, and gave Yoongi a confused look.

"It's what we call the convertible," he said, scratching the back of his neck and looking up at the ceiling. "Because it's red and the white stripes down the middle make it look like a pool ball."

You laughed and nodded your head, hoping Yoongi wouldn't mind too much. You didn't want to accidentally spark his temper again.

"And speaking of pool, I need to get upstairs and find Taehyung so we can finish our game," Yoongi said, stepping away from you and back towards the stairs.

"How do you play pool?" You asked, following him to the foot of the stairs.

"It's kind of complicated to explain, but I can teach you when we--Shit."

You looked up, and at the top of the stairs was Jimin. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he was shaking his head.

"You two are in so much trouble."