❝ JUNG TAEKWOON'S PENTHOUSE.

By the time Taekwoon had gotten home, night had fallen and enveloped the city in a blanket of darkness. Taking a stroll towards an elevator, his shoes clacked softly against marbled floor. To him home felt like a tortoise retracting into its shell. The troubles of the world evaporating. It was a sanctuary, it was a cocoon, it was rest.

The elevator had white marble walls, a blue carpet, a silver handrail, and many buttons once opened. The doors slid shut and the elevator rose to the sixtieth floor without stopping once activated.

Not long after, he found himself in a well lit living room taking his shoes off. Everything was geometric, which I guess you could say about almost any pitched roof abode with square windows, but on this home you couldn't help but notice it. The roof was flat for a start and the door as wide as it was tall. The windows took up entire walls with only polished steel beams to break them into yet more rectangles. The look would have been entirely metallic, like a mini down-town skyscraper had it not been for the cedar beams of the external porch and the matching raised plant beds that contained only white blooms.

Getting himself a drink while he stood by a counter, the water sit cooly in the glass before him, condensation beading the outside. He ran a finger around it as if slicing the top off and watched the transparent "blood" drip to the pristine mirrored table below ; In deep thought before his phone vibrated. He'd received an anonymous text saying the following:

[ this is the detective from earlier today. i have the documents; do i pass it to you tomorrow? ]

Fingers gliding through golden locks out of frustration, Taekwoon expected no less from the detective; refraining from using any profanity, he'd atleast let male know he saw the text.

[I need them at my desk by 7:30 sharp, Given that it took you all day for such a measly task, I expect it to be there no later, ]

Hours later he found himself asleep under a duvet in a matress sized for a king; His heart thumped in accordance with slow, shallow breaths. Serenity was plastered across his face as he slept after 14 long hours of work. At peace, his consciousness swirled in the land of dreams, oblivious to the physical world.