Kian x Grayson Special 7

Grayson stumbles in the stairs, walking lazily toward the basement. His legs are noodles, and his vision is blurred slightly. It's dark downstairs. There's no one at the gym this late at night. Only two bodyguards are standing in front of the grey room, looking tired and sleepy. 

"Sir?" they look at their chief with confusion, "Do you need anything?" 

"You can go rest," mumbles Grayson, "I got it," the bodyguards share a look, "Are you sure, sir?" they gulp at the whisky bottle he holds in his hand, "You're drunk," 

"I said I got it," he repeats louder, and both men don't hesitate this time. Grayson clumsily enters the code, and the door opens. He walks inside the dark room and sits on the floor, spreading his legs. Kian sleeps on the thin mattress