𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝟗𝟓 | Vmin

24- His Treasure

A week passed by and jimin was stuck in the walls of the room taehyung brought him in on their wedding night, the decent amount of food was given to him that he most definitely didn't eat properly, he was too full with the thoughts and guilt, he was given everything needed by a middle-aged woman

He got everything he wanted under those four walls, he was living in a gold cage but it wasn't hard for him since he was used to living in a cage, the moment of freedom jimin used to live back then when he met taehyung, was all sacrificed by him after he killed taehyung

Not long after shooting a bullet through his lover, jimin realized that he didn't deserve it. He lost happiness in what he once used to call his beloved freedom from the hell hole he was living in. In his twisted little brain was a thought engraved that he should be the one who was six feet below the ground instead of the Kims he ruthlessly murdered

He was laying on taehyung's bed, where he could smell the scent that lived with him even though taehyung didn't, the door was opened by the same lady who never spoke a word more than needed like she was trained her whole life to make him feel isolated she handed jimin a mobile phone as he stares at her with confused puppy eyes

he put the phone on his ear as he could see the caller's ID on the screen, he bites his lips nervously as he spoke

"hey"

His voice came out more casual than he thought as he mentally cursed at himself for speaking first, there was a moment of silence on the other line then jimin heard a sound of clearing throat as the man from the other line spoke

"I'm having a party tonight, the artists and designers will get there soon"

"Wh-"

Jimin didn't get to complete, before taehyung hung up the phone, he sadly sighed staring at the phone as he handed it back to her, and with that, she left the room not even sparing a glance at jimin, his heartbeats were screaming in nervousness, his anxiety was starting to creep in

"What would i do at the party? What kind of people would be there? Of course, the same mafia minions that I never fit in with, What if i make a mistake and i embarrass taehyung in front of everyone?"

His mind was attacked by the nerve-wracking questions which were making him buried in the fear of messing it up all in front of everyone, jimin got disturbed in his thoughts by the door opening again as around twenty people came in with bags and clothing racks which had different types of outfits hung on it

One of the man walked closer to jimin and bowed down "my pleasure to serve you" he smiled politely but there was some wickedness hidden behind it "umm" jimin tried to come up with a decent response but ended up only smiling back at him

"Let's begin because we don't have much time left"

He said walking towards one of the clothing racks and started to go through them his long fingers played with the material of the fabric teasingly as he pulled out a red sheath dress

"It'll look best on you"

He excitedly utters putting the dress closer to the shocked jimin, jimin pushed his hand away shaking his head in disapproval

"I-i'm not wearing that"

"Okay, umm...then this"

He takes out a silk cocktail dress of champagne color, jimin shook his head again sighing in disbelief, the man rolled his eyes, and after half an hour jimin rejected every dress he showed him

"Do you have any suits there? I want to look decent at the party"

Jimin looked at the clothes by himself, he wants to fit in with the people taehyung was inviting, and wearing a dress at a party where every man would be dressed up in a suit isn't the best idea, he will stand out more and that's the last thing he wanted