The boy beside me is so bubbly and cheerful that at times I feel myself getting stilted.

I mean, if you are looking around with your lips tight shut and suddenly your eyes fall on the person beside you who is idiotically smiling while looking at you, how can someone even feel comfortable in such a situation? I am exactly the person beside him who is being a dork but everytime when I try to stop myself from acting like a fool, in the next second I realise that I have completely lost control over myself, yet again.

I feel super happy yet uneasy- guessing everything that Taehyung is probably thinking about me- all thanks to my behaviour. I am basically making a fool out of myself in front of him.

I mean, in front of my friends its an another story but the boy in front of me is quite different.

Jimin did advice me once that I should try my best to interact with others and improve my social communicating skills otherwise it will be harmful for me.

He indeed was right.

I can feel those harmful impacts happening right now.

But Taehyung is busy in his own world- guess today is indeed a lucky day for me. He keeps on gawking at everything that passes by us which are basically a product of our wonderful scientists' experiments. Though sometimes he does get shocked and scared of strange gadgets but other than that, I think he is okay. He soon will get habitual of this place.

Till now, none of us has mentioned anything about our daily life or rather he asked me about how am I here and I don't know till when I am going to celebrate.

"When did you come here for the first time?" Taehyung asks, all of a sudden- quickly shattering my dreamy thoughts as he snaps me back to reality.

"Ah, I was small."

"I mean, what was your age?" He asks again with curiosity filled eyes and again, he is looking into my eyes like he can directly read my mind.

But I acquire a firm control over myself and give a him a reply in a sophisticated way.

"To be honest, I don't know. I remember living here since I have gained my teen consciousness and before that.. I don't remember much."

"So you're implying you don't even remember your childhood days?" He asks, now amazement filled in his eyes and curiousness increases more due to which, I shrink a little in hesitation on my seat.

I am not very comfortable when asked about my past- that part of my life is something I don't want to disclose to anyone though again my friends and brother are an exception. My childhood memories are something I have buried deep inside my heart a long, long time ago.

"I am sorry if I am being too straightforward," He apologises almost immediately, probably after noticing the sudden chance in my expressions.

"It is not like that," I smile so that he can feel at ease, its his second day only- I should not make him feel bad. "But I don't remember anything, it is kind of blurry."

Lie or not, I don't think it is the right time yet.

The second those words leave my mouth, our surroundings turns into pin drop silence. No sound of wind flowing or people chattering around us- just nothing. It feels like someone has placed us into a detention room with a a strict teacher in the front who will beat us everytime when we try to produce a single sound.

In conclusion, it is bad and it feels highly discomforting.

"So, the reason why you always ran away from the gathering was this? Due to missions?"

His voice changes to a lower octave that I can't interpret if it is good or bad. He keeps his face towards his left side as I stare at his side profile.

Though, what was I even expecting? To never hear this question in my life.

But what actually amuses me is that he noticed each time when I ran away from the scene.

"Yeah, you know the reason now."

He chuckles and nods. "Yeah, now I finally know the reason. It was kind of strange, like you know just after greeting each other within 15 minutes a member scurries away. My friends even thought that you hate us."

"Wait, what? No, I don't!"

"I know, I know, calm down," He laughs as his usual boxy grin makes its way on his face as I finally calm down a bit.

I can never think of hating someone without any reason except Miyeon.

Of course, my actions have raised several misconceptions in their mind.

"Let's head to practice then, shall we?"

Taehyung asks while getting up from his seat as I nod and point towards the direction.

"Lets go to my practice room, then."

His gaze changes drastically at my reply as I raise my own eyebrows after capturing his narrowed eyes glancing at my body- by that look I can say that he is judging me right now.

"What?"

He shakes his head and just when he opens his mouth to say something- nothing comes out.

Instead he closes it again.

Dang, what is happening to him?

"You mean you have your own practice room?" He asks, now finally organising himself and his words in a proper sequence.

Oh, so this is what he is curious about?

"Yeah I do. Considering I am a fighter bearing special type of powers and not to speak high of myself, but my rank is 2 among all the agents in the nation in combat skills and 1 in power skills so it is kind of a reward."

Leaving me, Jimin and may be 5 or 6 agents more, no one else has such kind of facilities that we are provided. We are higher ranked agents and always stay on the top of the list- every year.

In order to reach my practice room which is located beside my personal room, we have to go through 3 large halls with 4 long passages and after them, it comes my room which is located at the far end of the passage.

I chose the room myself, for my internal peace so that I can concentrate on my powers in solace- I do need some space to control my over violent powers.

Jimin's room is just beside me and so is his practice room which is ultimately connected with mine with a thick wall separating the two rooms but still when we practice alone at night, both of us can hear each other's screams out of annoyance and huffs. But rather, we smile realizing how harder the other person is practicing- it provides more strength to out training.

It indeed feels like hours have passed while walking to my room, but when we reach there, my fingers quickly punch the passcode in the digital lock as with a loud 'click', my room's door opens.

Now that I realise, I forgot to ask Taehyung to turn his head in the opposite direction when I punched in my code- actually I didn't even give him a second himself.

Well, whatever.

"Come in."

"Welcome Goeun."

As soon as I welcome him inside the room as we both enter at the same time, the computer detects my presence as she greets by taking my name. It is actually an internal system which is installed in my room. Listening to the computer's sound, Taehyung's eyes widens in more shock.

This boy doesn't really know how advance this place is than the world outside. Indeed it will take time for him to get comfortable with the gadgets.

"Open the practice room, please."

I open the door of the fridge and place out the colorful cans and bottles of energy drinks and simple water.

Closing the door of the fridge with a thud, I glance at Taehyung who seems quite busy in looking around my room- more specifically the photo frames of me and my older brother. He looks deep in his own world of thoughts while looking at them as I have already called his name several times yet, he doesn't respond.

I let him be and give his time to look around. Turning towards my wardrobe section, I choose my attire that is already placed in a neat form at the side. Taehyung is already wearing his so its convenient otherwise he would have to go all the way back to his room and then run towards mine.

I remove my shirt as close my eyes feeling odd all of a sudden. Even though a firm wall is separating us yet why do I feel so uneasy? Its like something is clawing on me and doesn't want to let me go.

May be it is because other than my close friends, no other person has ever entered in my room?

Indeed, overthinking the situations and especially those which can turn into a perfect disaster is my professional job.

When I realise that I have already changed my clothes while thinking those rubbish thoughts, I rush outside and check the place he was strolling around before.

Spotting him standing beside the side table with his hands folded against his chest and the constant chewing of his lips- he probably got lost in my room as when he finds me, he releases a huge sigh of relief.

"You should have informed me before going, Goeun," He deadpans and the way he is scowling looks adorable to me.

"You were busy in your own world so I preffered not to interrupt you," I move towards the specific door with my hands carrying the bottles of drinks. My free hand reaches the cool surface of the knob as I twist it and with a little push, it opens fully.

To be honest, my practice room is not a joke. It is bigger than the normal conference halls with green wallpaper covering the walls and the ceiling covered with lights for night and it can be removed in the morning. It actually feels like I am standing outside in the garden rather than a closed room.

Basically it is a foldable ceiling.

All credit goes to the scientists, again.

"Just wow."

I chuckle at the boy's expressions. His mouth is wide open as his eyes seems to take in every single detail of the room. After some time he slowly walks towards one of the gym machines and after touching it, his eyes sparkles.

"You even have a gym in your practice room?"

"You want to warm up or directly start the practice?"

Though I tried to be as soft as possible but my words just came out rash. Hearing that, he recalls his actions before as he gathers his disorientated mind and while stiffening, he nods.

"Practice," His tone gets quite rigid as he tries showing his professionalism. Even if it is not real, I can't help but feel intimated.

Taehyung gradually removes his black jacket and throws it on the chair beside him, now in his black trousers and white shirt.

I motion him to come in the centre of the rink with my hand as in seconds he is right in front of me, gazing deep in my eyes.

Stop, Goeun.

Now I will get to know his potentials.