At the law school graduation ceremony, the young and devastatingly elegant Dean Park Jimin stood under the lights like the universe's prettiest trap.
With a smile soft enough to fool an entire courtroom, he teased:
"Let's review what you've learned...
Jungkook's house was minimalistic. The main colour scheme was composed of blacks, whites, and greys. It was extremely neat and tidy. While pleasing to the eye, it didn't feel very homely; after all, the actual amount of time that he spent in this place likely wasn't much.
But given that the place Jimin used to stay in didn't really feel lived in too, it was easy for him to adapt to this style.
The ground floor mainly consisted of a living room and a kitchen which didn't look used for more than a few times. There was also a glass room, half-embedded into the floor and half-shorter than the rest of the rooms, where gym equipment was kept.
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Jungkook's own bedroom and study were on the second floor. The loft, which was lent to Jimin, was on the third floor.
It was a loft in name, but it actually spanned quite a large area and even had its own bathroom.
When he previously heard Fitz say that Lawyer Jeon never brought people into his private residence, he thought it was just an exaggeration.
Only after he saw the loft did he realise that it wasn't just empty talk.
The guest rooms and loft in Lawyer Jeon's house were purely decorative. It was a wonder that Jungkook had even remembered to put a bed in it.
"Are you... planning to have me sleep on a mattress with my coat on?" Jimin asked from where he stood at the top of the stairs to the loft.
How that bed was like when it was bought, was how it was like now. It appeared as if it had never been touched before, and once covered with cloth, could be dragged out to be sold again.
The distinguished Lawyer Jeon's footsteps paused briefly up the stairs. A subtle trace of embarrassment appeared on his always-apathetic face.
Judging from that hint of embarrassment, most probably, letting Jimin through the door was indeed a spur-of-the-moment decision.
Jungkook came up and scanned an eye over the state of the loft. Jimin suspected that he had only been to the third floor a bare handful of times, and had probably forgotten what the loft looked like himself.
"Follow me." Jungkook inclined his head.
With a puzzled expression, Jimin followed him downstairs and entered one of the guest rooms.
Jungkook opened the wardrobe and gestured inside. "There are beddings here. Pick one that you like and use it."
Jimin swept a gaze from top to bottom. Green, orange, solid black...
"..."
There really... wasn't any that he liked.
Jungkook leaned against the wardrobe door, his arms crossed as he waited for him to pick.
A corner of Jimin's mouth twitched. "I couldn't tell that you had such taste..."
Jungkook's face was even more paralysed than his. "I couldn't spare the time to buy supplies for the guest rooms and the loft, so I asked a friend to do it for me. This is my lesson."
