Jealous: A BTS Romance (smüt)

Chapter 4

I was standing outside Jimin's room. My hands trembled slightly as I turned the doorknob to open it. I was immediately greeted by a strong male perfume.

I stopped in my tracks, deciding whether or not to enter, as I had allergies to strong perfumes since I was a child. Although it wasn't anything serious, I still couldn't stand the smell. I scrunched up my nose and went about my business.

Jimin's room is simple and already appears to be clean. There's a king-size bed with two drawers built into each side of it. His boots and sneakers were neatly arranged in the shoe rack next to the door.

A massive TV is hung on the wall. A laptop and a bedside lamp were placed on the bedside table. I also noticed some picture frames on the desk next to his bed. It appears to be his parents and him as a child. I cracked a smile, finding it adorable.

I took a deep breath and placed the frame back on his desk. I picked up the outfits on the bed and couldn't help but notice the price tags on each of them.

My eyes widen in disbelief. 10,000,000 won for a jacket? What the hell. I checked the brand. It's Dior. Obviously.

I carefully hung up the outfit and began steaming it before ironing some of it, such as his trousers and polos.

I exercised extra caution, recognizing that this single item alone was worth a hundred times our house mortgage. Adding three more designer outfits, I meticulously arranged them back on the bed.

Moving to Namjoon's room, it resembled Jimin's, though Namjoon's bed was slightly untidy. Yet, what captured my gaze were the art canvases strewn across the floor that I couldn't stop staring at.

"Wow, did he make these?" I asked myself.

I spent a while studying the paintings before moving on to the bed and after tidying it up, I tackled the carpeted floor next. Once that was done, I brought out the steamer and iron to smooth out the wrinkles in his designer clothing.

Next, I entered Jhope's room. Surprisingly, his room seemed untouched, except for an empty soda can beneath his king-size bed. My curiosity led me to inspect his closet.

I let out a sigh in disbelief. I'm almost convinced. His closet is in complete disarray. I took my time sorting his clothes and meticulously reorganizing them on the racks before departing.

After that, I headed to Jin's room. As soon as I was done, I noticed the messed-up bed and some gaming CDs and magazines scattered on the floor. I grabbed them one by one and stuck them on the book rack, but I left the CDs on his gamer desk.

Thank goodness his closet is tidy.

I began by diligently vacuuming the floors and cleaning the windows. Once I had completed those tasks, I thoughtfully left a note detailing his medication schedule on his desk.

Prior to making my way upstairs to the rooms of Yoongi, Jungkook, and Taehyung, I took a moment to pause and ensure the living room was clean.

My stride came to a brief halt as a recollection surfaced of Unnie's recent phone conversation with someone named Hyung. It left me wondering..

Is that actually Kim Taehyung of BTS who lost his car keys? When I asked Unnie how old her boss was, she replied, "26." That thought made me smile. My Unnie is extremely cunning.

I began by visiting Yoongi's room. A while back, one of my dormmates asked me which member of the seven I had a crush on. Without much thought, I mentioned Suga's name.

Partly because that's the only name that came to mind at the moment. I didn't want to end up embarrassing myself in front of my dorm mate by admitting that I'm not familiar with any of the BTS members. She's a dedicated fan, considering herself a part of the Army, the world's largest fandom. I was sure it would puzzle her.

Yoongi's room is exceptionally well-organized, but it was his picture that caught my attention. It seemed to be a candid shot. He must have been around 14 years old, singing or rapping into a microphone. From what I've gathered online, he used to be a rapper.

After vacuuming and wiping the window, I proceeded to Taehyung's room.

"Wow," I muttered. Upon stepping inside, my eyes were met with an array of classic vintage posters of musicians gracing the walls.

I surveyed the room.

His bed was neatly made. His shoes were arranged tidily in the rack. On top of the drawer, his perfumes were neatly lined up, accompanied by a brown vintage turntable adorned with music records and a lamp resting on one side of the bedside table.

This guy has got it together, seriously organized. It's impressive. Among all the members, I do have a bit of a crush on Taehyung. He strikes me as different from the rest. I really admire how he interacts with his fans.

After completing the cleaning in Taehyung's room, I took a brief break on the terrace. Miss Kim appeared and brought me a glass of juice along with a slice of pie.

"Feeling tired? Here's some of the leftover chicken pie, the boys love it, and I managed to save a piece for you," she mentioned.

"Thank you very much, Miss Kim."

"You're welcome, dear. Once you're done here, you can head back to your room, and I'll wake you up at dinner time," she replied.

"Gamsahamnida, ajumma," I expressed as she walked away.

After enjoying the delicious snack, I returned to Jungkook's room. Standing by his door, I felt a bit tense as I quietly turned the knob.

I paused for a moment, curious why it was locked.

Retrieving the bundle of keys that Miss Kim had handed me earlier from the pocket of my uniform, I started my search for Jungkook's room key. Upon locating it, I carefully inserted the key into the doorknob, then turned it with a deliberate twist until I distinctly heard the satisfying click.

Before entering his room, I placed the key back in my pocket and picked up the vacuum.

Jeez. Why is it pitch black in here? Too bad I can't use my phone's flashlight.

I carefully approached the bed in search of the bedside lamp.

Gosh. Where is it?!

I tensed when I heard a ruffling sound followed by someone pushing me so that I fell on the bed.

"Ow," I muttered. That was painful. Wait, isn't the bed supposed to be soft and empty?

I froze when my back hit something hard followed by a deep groan of a...person.

What the--

"Yaaah, Josimhae Bam.." someone groaned.

No fucking way.