𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘

5. PEERS

Y/N'S POV:

[WARNING! A bit mature content but not much]

"YO JIMI- Oh my gawwwd! My eyes!"

We both quickly pulled away from each other. I glanced at the doorway to see a blonde covering his eyes. A man with turquoise hair stood behind him staring at us, mouth agape.

"And you two had to come today!" Jimin yelled out in frustration.

He glanced at me and his eyes widened when he saw my clothes still clinging onto my body.

"You two wait there! Don't look at us!" He moved towards me and stood infront of me, arms spread out wide like a bird ready to fly till the other guy looked away.

"Shit, you need to change Y/n." He grabbed my hand and took me inside the mansion. I halted in my steps when I realised water was dripping from me and onto the floor. He was also dripping wet and didn't seem to mind but of course, I would mind. The flooring looked hella expensive and I was afraid of ruining it.

"What's wrong." His brows furrowed as he looked at me. I gave him a sheepish smile.

"I am wet."

I saw his eyes widening before slowly returning to their normal size.

"I can see that." He replied confused out of his wits. I facepalmed and pointed down to the ground.

"Water would drip onto the floor if I go inside." I highlighted my fear.

One second passed.

And then he bursted out laughing.

"What?"

To say I was offended would be an understatement. He shook his head sideways while still unable to contain his laughter.

"Baby, the maids would clean it." He said smiling.

"I know, but I might ruin it, you know? It could get ruined." I explained, watching his face turn red again, failing to contain his amusement.

"It won't Y/n. There would be a layer of something like sticker protecting the wood inside. And even if it gets ruined, I can easily change it. But I can't risk you catching a cold."

His cheeky comeback once again left me flushed.

Goshhh, can I even survive with him?

I trailed behind him, biting my lips wordlessly. He smiled seeing my timid reaction and I could tell he enjoyed it. Well, a little too much.

We took the stairs and passed a short corridor. He stopped infront of a mahogany door, making me stop too.

Is it the guest room?

"Umm, this is my room." He scratched his nape nervously.

Oh. My. God

I pursued my lips and waited for him to open the door. He gripped the knob, turned and opened the door and- wow!

I cupped my mouth when his room came into view. It was like entering another dimension that I could never afford to even see.

"You like it?" He asked nervously without turning back to look at me.

Is he kidding?