namjoon walked down the hallway, taking a swift left, jimin following him. "this," he said, pointing to a door, "is taehyung's room. let's go." slowly pushing open the door, jimin saw a large bed in the centre, clothes adorning the floor. grey sheets were tousled on his bed, a white desk on the wall and yellow lights strung above it. it was a homely space.
"this is nice... do you guys have jobs?"
"no," namjoon said, smiling. "we tend to kill who we fuck and then steal their assets. taehyung's a shapeshifter, and so is seokjin, so it's rather easy if we take their id. but we won't kill you, of course. you're too cute."
jimin blushed as they turned right, facing three other doors. "this is hoseok's room," he said, pulling open the first door. it was a spark of colour, with pop and reggae posters all over the walls. a black bed, sure, but a large wardrobe and a shelf filled with plush toys. "so hoseok's not as mean as he looks."
"of course not! he's the softest out of all of us. that boy loves his gudetama," namjoon said, laughing. he closed that door and opened the one in the middle. "this is my room."
it was very black and white, with dashes of green from his plants. a large desk sat on his right side wall, with a big easel on the left. "you paint?" jimin asked, looking up at namjoon. namjoon nodded.
"it's a bit of a past time, yeah." he seemed eager to close his door. opening the last door, a large blast of colour hit jimin. "this.... is seokjin's room."
all jimin could see was pink. pink bed, pink curtains, pink plush toys. his desk was white with red and pink utensils, the shelf above his bed had plush toys on it. jimin smiled. "he seems nicer than i thought."
"a lot of us are very passive when we're well-fed and feeling good. let's go upstairs," namjoon said, starting to walk out. jimin stopped him, pointing to a door in front.
"w-what about that door? the one at the end of the hallway?" jimin said. namjoon narrowed his gaze.
"you can't go in there."
"b-but--"
"no is no, jimin. you can't go in there. let's go upstairs." namjoon refused to talk about the last door, instead walking upstairs. along the balcony of the second floor, there were three other doors. "the one on the end is jungkook's. you don't wanna go in there," namjoon said. jimin laughed. he turned his head to look over the balcony; he saw taehyung and jungkook playing overwatch, seokjin in the kitchen with music playing, hoseok and yoongi texting each other while sitting next to each other on the couch.
"so you guys just stay here until you want sex?" jimin asked. namjoon nodded.
"basically. this is yoongi's room. you also can't go in here if he says so. but i don't care."
"he's your hyung, namjoon-hyung," jimin said, raising his eyebrows. namjoon shrugged.
"i'm stronger." namjoon opened the door, and jimin's eyes caught a huge mixing desk in his room, with large speakers and a small midi piano. a larger piano sat in the dining room, just below the balcony. he had a smaller bed, and chinese packets doused in his room. "we don't have to eat human food. but yoongi does so he doesn't have to leave his room. he just finished an album."
"so cool!" jimin said, smiling. yoongi looked up from his phone. he smiled at jimin's squeal and returned his gaze to his phone.
"and this is your room; granted no one has used it for a while, and there's no fancy decoration, but i'm sure you'll manage." namjoon swung open the door, revealing a large blue bed and a little desk, a few boxes of photos at his bedside. a wide window was against his desk, revealing the acres of forest behind the house. jimin smiled.
"it's so much better than my little apartment!" he said.
"the wall's are thicker too. very thick. we don't like... hearing each other. have fun!" namjoon said, smiling and walking downstairs. jimin smiled, walking inside. he picked up the box of photos, looking at baby photos and graduation pictures. he cooed at a baby jungkook. looking outside, he wondered how he got into this situation; he also wondered why he was weirdly comfortable with it.
