Velvet Shadows & Iron Thorns

The wrought-iron gates of the Jeon estate didn't just open; they groaned like a beast waking from a slumber. For Park Jimin, the sheer scale of the mansion was intimidating, but he wasn't one to let his nerves show. Running a hand through his vibrant, lavender-purple hair, he smoothed out the skirt of his floral silk dress and stepped out of the taxi.

"Jiminie!"

Kim Taehyung practically flew down the marble steps. His boxy smile was as bright as ever, a stark contrast to the cold, grey stone of his home. He pulled Jimin into a crushing hug, smelling of expensive cologne and home.

"I'm so glad you're staying here," Taehyung beamed, his eyes crinkling. "It's been too quiet. This place needs some color-and you're basically a walking rainbow."

"Someone has to keep you from becoming a boring billionaire, Tae," Jimin teased, flipping his hair with a sassy wink. "Now, show me to my room. I have three suitcases of 'pretty' that aren't going to unpack themselves."