Don't Call Me Angel || VMIN

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Courtesy of one of the maids, Jimin had been directed to his room and was now sitting on the cool tiled floor of his ensuite, staring at his reflection. It stared back with equal intensity from a mirror that, given a closer inspection, did not, as it would first appear, hang on the wall but was part of the wall itself. He couldn't help feeling disturbed by this small discovery, for it made him feel like he was being watched. The mirror stretched from the floor to the ceiling and covered an entire side of the bathroom, giving the impression that the room was larger than it actually was. Though, that was unnecessary, because the bathroom was already sizeable enough for him given that it held a walk-in shower, sink, toilet and a closet filled with supplies.

Hundreds of emotions stormed behind his round eyes, contrasting with the blank look on his face. In truth, the ravenette didn't know what to feel. Angry at his mother for sending him away and hurt that she didn't give the decision so much as a second thought. Sad that he'd been forced to leave behind the only three people in his life he gave a damn about. He didn't want to admit it, but he was scared as well, scratch that, he was terrified of the days to come. He was surrounded by the unknown that loomed in on him from all sides and it frightened him to his very core. How was he supposed to cope if he was already falling to pieces on the first day?

Wiping away the single tear that had managed to escape the tight clutches of his lashes, he brushed himself down and shook his head lightly to clear his mind. Then, he wandered back into his bedroom, still feeling like a hurricane was whirling through his head.

Like the rest of the house, his room was huge, much larger than he needed anyway, and it had a pair of glass doors that led to his own private balcony. This external mezzanine was similar to the one he'd had back at his old house and it brought him a little comfort, imagining himself to be back with Jieun when he had explored it earlier.

A queen-sized bed with silk sheets and more pillows than he cared to count stood against the wall opposite. There was a dressing table as well as a walk-in wardrobe, which Jimin quickly realised could hold a lot more clothes than he had brought with him. At least that meant he would be able to go shopping, he thought and the ghost of a smile flitted across his features.

The last shopping trip he had been on must have been around seven months ago. He and Hoseok had spent six hours searching for a cute outfit each and a further three hectic hours trying to find shoes to pair with them for later that evening. It was the elder's birthday and, for the first time, they had managed to convince Nayeon to rearrange their days off to allow them a full day of celebration as it was his twenty-first. They were planning on going out to a fancy restaurant that evening, having only stopped for a light lunch amidst their shopping frenzy, before hitting up a club on the other side of town to get, at least on the redhead's part, completely wasted.

Hoseok's intense hangover the next morning had been proof enough of their frivolous antics the previous night and, because of this, he had refused to leave the comfort of his blanket burrito until well into the hours of the afternoon.

Oh, how the younger wished he could wrap himself up in his own blanket burrito and hide away from the world. There was nothing more comforting, in his opinion, than spending hours in front of the television in a blanket burrito and binge-watching a drama with a steaming mug of hot chocolate and a bag of snacks. In fact, he would have done that just now if it weren't for the unfortunate reality that the blankets he had didn't come anywhere near sufficing for the cosy folds that said burrito should entail. Also, dinner wasn't too far away and he knew better than to mess around and make himself late, especially because this was his first time meeting the man who'd purchased him.

Another tear spilled down his cheek, but he made no effort to wipe it away. There would be no time for crying after tonight, his future was already sealed, whatever it may be, so he allowed the droplets to run. Anyway, denying them would only make it worse later on.