He Calls Me Daddy//yoonmin

♧Chapter Five ♧

A/N
Get ready for one crazy chapter.. oof
Don't soil your panties

— park jimin ♧

Light seeped through the curtains and onto the king size bed Jimin was currently sprawled out on, a thick black robe wrapped around his muscular body. His eyes were gazing at the ceiling with no purpose— he's been awake for a while now. His body wasn't as sore as he was used to, and he was grateful for that. The robe was soft, and Yoongi must've rubbed some sort of relaxing cream into his muscles because his skin was soft, and he was so unbelievably relaxed. Yea, sure, he was happy with that.
 
    The only thing he wasn't happy about  is that he was there alone, not having seen Yoongi since a few hours before. It was probably mid afternoon, now, and Jimin had no clue what to do.

   Nothing besides the occasional tick of the heater filled the room, and Jimin let out a long sigh. He wondered if Jungkook was currently having a fit about were he was but Jimin wasn't just ready to face him. Yet.

  And so, with that Jimin achingly stood up. His muscles shaked from feeling like jelly, and his head spun. He gave himself a minute before wrapping the robe tighter around himself, heading out the door to explore the giant house.

"Yoongi?" He called out, voice wavering and sounding small as it echoed in the big kitchen.

The only response he got was ticking from the wall clock. As if that satisfied him enough he shrugged, skippered feet padding over to the fridge.

There were so many contents in there Jimin almost didn't know what to raid; so he just stuck with a big bowl of lucky charms. Soon enough he found the bowls, utensils thankfully a smudge easier to find.

  He dumped the one percent milk into his glass bowl, smiling in victory when he didn't spill any. A sugary scent filled his nostrils and he almost moaned in delight, eagerly shoving a few heavenly spoonfuls in his mouth.

Picking up his bowl he slugged out of the kitchen, his orange hair still messy and wild. There wasn't much to the mansion; giant guest rooms, a big office he assumed was Yoongi's, a media room, two living rooms, and a few bathrooms here and there. There was one more door to check before he's explored all the rooms.

     Unfortunate for him, the room was being guarded by a very scary, intimidating man. He was bald with those sunglasses and an earpiece, his large muscles covered by a snug black suit. Jimin almost giggled aloud because this seemed like all a movie to him, especially the way the man looked.

   Jimin looked up through his eyelashes involuntarily and pouted at the man, hoping he wouldn't seem as afraid as he felt.

   He practically felt the man's gaze burning into his soul, as if trying to gather information of his secrets. Jimin couldn't see his eyes through the thick black sunglasses, but he just knew he was being inspected.

"May I please explore whatever is past this door," Jimin asked nicely, noticing that he blended in with the black walls. A white lace lined the middle and he smiled; it was cute.

"No."

Jimin was quite taken back by the abruptness, his face falling and shoulders tensing up.

"Uh—"

"Did you sign the third contract?"

"No.."
"Then no."

Jimin gulped and nodded, obviously intimidated by the mans rough, loud voice. He padded back to the kitchen, dropping off his empty bowl before going to collect his clothes. He passed the room, noticing that the door was slightly ajar. He smirked and looked back and forth before walking straight in, closing the door behind him quietly. He flicked the switch on and was mesmerized by the way the crystals shone shadows on the velvety walls, illuminating some gold pins.