Secret Love Song 🎼 || JIKOOK

III. Control

"Who messaged you?"  Hoseok shouted from the dance floor so Jimin could hear him, but Jimin shook his head and just gestured to Hoseok to wait for a second. He didn't expect the Alpha to message him and he didn't know what to say so—   he started typing his reply

[  me ]  :
— leave your notes in my room, I need that

He was about to put his phone back in his pocket but the alpha replied already.

[ unknown ] :
— did you just ignore my message?

Jimin smiled and quickly typed a reply

[ me ] :
—    I'll save your number, good night.

He saved the number to  [ jeon ]   and put his phone back in his pocket before walking toward the dance floor again

—

Jungkook scoffed and brushed his hair in frustration.  "Who does he think he is?? I can't believe this. He already claimed a room in my own space??"

He threw his phone on his bed and his eyes landed on his notes on top of his table.  "Let me see your room first,"  he said and walked outside his room.

He walked to the hallway and checked the room. He has 5 rooms in his penthouse. 1 for his bedroom, 1 for a guest room, 1 for his hobby which is a music room, and another one for a cinema room because he prefers watching movies on the big screen but is not a fan of watching out with different people and the last one is vacant, that one is big and he actually planned to fill that with arts, like paintings and different things he wants to buy in an auction or exhibits.

He walked straight to the guest room but nothing changed inside so he checked the vacant oneâ€"  and it was not vacant anymore.

He released a deep sigh and walked inside.  "When did they even have time to arrange this without informing me first??" 

He looked around and it's a complete room. A queen-sized bed with a beige cover and dark brown pillow sheets. A bedside table with a vintage alarm clock and a tap-operated round lamp. He also has a walk-in closet behind his bathroom. He couldn't believe what he was seeing at the moment. It looks like they already planned the layout of the room even before he started the renovation of his penthouse.

"Why didn't I think this shit before??"  It was an empty and vacant room before but he also thought once why the room had its own bathroom and separate room behind it too.

"I feel deceived.  Is that why he's so confident to say that he can live here?!"

He walked inside the walked-closet which was full of different clothes, shoes, bags, and accessories in the middle of a big ass table. He looked around the room, there's a human-size mirror and a mid-size couch that maybe he uses while trying on shoes.

"This is unbelievable. It feels like it's all here all this time but I didn't just notice??  Seriously??"

He couldn't believe it. He immediately walked back to his room and grabbed his phone. He decided to message his mother

[ me ] :
—  who arranged his room?
— oh wait let me  rephrase that, who  arranged a room in my penthouse without my permission?

[ mother ] :
— me

[ me ] :
— what? stop playing with me, mom.