𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗧 (𝗬𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗺𝗶𝗻 𝗙𝗙)✓

chap 8

And as they stepped through the grand entrance, none of them could shake the feeling that they had just walked into something much bigger than they could understand.

Yoongi glanced at the group, his voice calm but firm. "You guys should change your clothes. You’re all soaked."

He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. "I have three guest bedrooms... plus mine. That makes four, so—"

Before he could finish, Jin quickly grabbed Namjoon’s arm. "Joon, I’m not leaving you!" he declared dramatically.

Hobi nodded rapidly. "Me neither. No way I’m staying alone in this creepy house."

Jimin let out a small chuckle but quickly masked it. He was used to this. "It’s fine, guys," he said with a small smile. "Carry on. I’ll manage, as always."

Before anyone else could speak, Yoongi’s deep voice interrupted.

"If you don’t mind," he said, turning his gaze to Jimin, "you can stay in my room."

Silence.

Jimin’s eyes widened slightly, and before he could control himself, his cheeks turned a deep shade of pink.

The others noticed.

Even Yoongi noticed.

Yoongi’s lips twitched slightly, as if he found Jimin’s reaction amusing.

He cleared his throat. "So, upstairs, two rooms on this side, and two on the other side. You guys can take whichever. You’ll find extra clothes in the wardrobe."

Namjoon, still processing everything, gave Yoongi a grateful nod. "Thank you, Yoongi. You’re really doing a lot for us, even though we’re complete strangers."

Yoongi shrugged. "It’s totally fine."

One by one, Namjin, Taekook, and Kaihope left to find their rooms, disappearing down the hall.

Now, it was just Yoongi and Jimin.

Jimin stood there awkwardly, looking anywhere but at Yoongi. His cheeks were still red, and the way his hands fidgeted slightly gave away how nervous he was.

Yoongi tilted his head, observing him.

Then, without a word, he reached out and took Jimin’s hand.

Jimin sucked in a sharp breath.

Yoongi was feeling it too. The strange, unfamiliar sensation. A pull, as if they were meant to meet, as if something beyond their understanding was drawing them together.

Was this… love at first sight?

They didn’t know.

But the small, shy smiles on their faces wouldn’t leave.

"Come with me," Yoongi said softly.

Jimin followed, his heart racing with every step.

When they entered the room, Jimin’s eyes widened in awe.

"Wow…" he whispered, stepping further inside. "This room… it’s beautiful."

The walls were dark, but warm golden lights gave the space a mysterious yet cozy feel. A large bed sat in the middle, with soft-looking blankets and pillows. The window was wide, showing the rain pouring outside. Everything felt expensive, elegant, and yet… lonely.

Jimin turned to Yoongi, smiling.

"But," he added, glancing around again, "it’s still kinda scary."

Yoongi smirked. "You’ll get used to it."

Jimin wasn’t so sure.

But strangely, standing here with Yoongi… he didn’t feel as scared anymore.

"But it’s not scary for me."

Yoongi walked toward the wardrobe, opening it with ease. He rummaged through the neatly folded clothes before pulling out a set and handing them to Jimin.

"Here. You can change into these."

"Thank you," Jimin said softly, taking the clothes. "You should change too."

"I will," Yoongi assured him. "But first, I’ll check on the others. They might need help finding things."

With that, Yoongi turned and walked out of the room. Jimin’s gaze followed him, lingering on his retreating figure. His wet shirt clung to his body, outlining his toned arms and strong shoulders. Jimin quickly shook his head, snapping himself out of it.

He looked around. "Where should I change? The bathroom? No... I don’t want to go alone... I guess I can just do it here."

Slowly, he slid his wet shirt off, shivering as the cold air met his bare skin. He faced away from the door, thinking he was alone. He unfastened his pants, letting them slide down before quickly stepping into the dry ones. He was just about to put on the shirt when—

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