Mr. Park

4~ Find Me

A/N: FIRST OFF LOOK AT MY PHONE😍:

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As Jungkook drew closer (apparently) to Jimin's house, you grew more and more nervous.

Why? Because your rooms were a wall away. You hated the sound of that. Just the thought of it alone made you think about the horrid things he could do that could most definitely be heard on your end.

Things that you never wanted to hear. Ever.

However, the moment you were beginning to start daydreaming about all the things you hate about Jimin, Jungkook called your name.

"Ms. Kim? We're here. Mr. Park has already sent another man to retrieve your items so, you can just go in and he will lead you to your room."

Oh great, more of him.

Jungkook hopped out of the car and walked to your side. He opened the door and took your hand like a true gentleman.

"Thank you." You say, earning an adorable bunny smile from him. "Aww, thanks! No problemo" He said, still smiling like a kid who just earned more playtime.

Jimin had already been waiting for you guys in the doorway. It was a grand house; a lovely villa with large windows and a grand staircase on the inside that lead upstairs. The kitchen was decorated moderately and retained stools at the island.

It was nothing like you've ever seen.

"Wow," you accidentally let slip. "You like it? I'm glad." Jimin said, walking towards Jungkook to tell him something.

You stared at the house in awe as Jimin went to close the door behind Jungkook. "And I get to live here? For real?" you say, turning to Jimin. "I mean, you got the job, didn't you?" You squeal as you hug Jimin.

When you realize what you're doing, you instantly compose yourself and clear your throat. "I mean, thank you for-for your hospitality," you say, face already cherry-red from the little 'action' you did a second ago.

"Well, would you like to look around yourself or have me show you around?" Jimin asked as he slowly contorted his face into that of an amused smile.

"I'd li-like to look around myself, thank you." You say, sass etched in every word. "Suit yourself, bye" And that's how Regina George died- Just kidding, he waved her bye as she stood there just watching him walk away.

As you walked around, to your left was the kitchen, and to the right? Oh. My. GOD! It was a beautiful seating room with white couches, grey pillows, gold pillows, and white pillows. The coffee tables were glass with hints of gold and a flower pot on one of them. It also contained two beautifully round chandeliers hanging right above the two tables. It all looked so breathtakingly gorgeous.

"I think-I think I could get used to this," You say, amazed at the sense of comfort Jimin's place gives you.

Jimin's POV

All I could hear were her squeals of happiness. I was content with myself that I managed to get those squeals out of her pretty little mouth.

Question was, how to make her look at me...differently?