We only ate for a while and then we took off to buy stuff for Jimin. Here we are at the interior furniture store, things come in all sizes and textures. It's overwhelming actually, regardless of how much I love interior design.
I have a predilection for elegant, aesthetic tiny touch-ups in my living space but since the dorm room is not that big, I have to refrain from buying too many nonfunctional decorations. It would be ok if Jimin wants to buy any, though. I can put up with living in a limited space as long as he is happy.
Jimin wanders around the bed area, they are all king-sized? I decide to walk up to him-"Why are you here?"
Like, we use a bunk bed. This bed wouldn't even fit inside the room.
"I'm just looking around."-He says while observing the bed's details carefully. Maybe he likes designing? Who knows, really.
"Do you like it?"-He asks.
"I'm a fan of wooden stuff."- He nods understandingly as I answer him. I just feel that wood gives off a royalty vibe and makes everything more superior than how it really is.
I look through the price tag-"Bocote 100%-$43,799". Fuck, I need to get him outta here ASAP.
"I will buy it. What do you think?"-Jimin goes up to me.
"It won't fit in the room and the price is ridiculously high."-I try to keep my voice down. He looks at the tag then casually says-"Since it's made of Bocote, that's to be expected. I will leave it at my apartment."
Oh yeah I forgot that he is disgustingly rich and probably has hundreds of flats to live in. The unfair world we living in.
"Prices aside, do you like it?"-He asks me again.
I just nod in reply. What is there to hate? The bed absolutely glow among the beds here. Expensive material equals more effort in designing, of course.
"Then we will take it."
"It's not we. It's you."
"Sure."-He smirks (?)
Why does he even need my opinion anyway? It's his bed after all. And why would one sleep in a fucking king-sized bed? He looks drown in the huge-ass bed. Rich people behaviour.
I tag along as he chooses stuff for himself-toothbrush, towel, shampoo and so on. He asks for my thoughts on literally anything and everything as his reason is "it will affect our relationship in the long run." Like what would your towel do to our relationship?
He holds my hand literally the whole time we were checking out the stuff. We sure hold hands a lot today. Not that I'm complaining. I prefer holding wrists actually but who cares at this point.
"You really enjoy holding my hands, don't you."- I nudge at him playfully.
"As if you don't."-He brings our intertwined hands closer to himself, continues on his shopping journey.
He is correct. Only that black card can handle his shopping spree. A total of $50k spent, including the bed. Half of them gonna be delivered tomorrow since we bought too much we can't bring them home ourselves. By home I mean our room. Fuck, "our" sounds so good.
His right hand holds mine as he drives with another-"Are you tired being dragged around by me?"-He gives it a little squeeze.
"My legs are numb. I just don't walk around often that's why."-I adjust myself in the seat, hand still holding his.
"Do you wanna go anywhere?"
"Nah, let's head home."
The snow really makes me lazy. Were it a regular day, I would happily go stargaze with him.
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FanfictionJimin-Yoongi's 3-year crush suddenly becomes his new roommate. The whipped older most of the times find himself lost in those ass of the younger. He hates himself for that, and Jimin knows it. "I like you. Like, way before all this." "I know. You fo...
