Like gasoline avoids fire-just like that, Jimin avoided his boss at whom he had thrown the first impression worse than the face of his rival, the face he couldn't get out of his head the whole day and even now when he was following the long train of guards heading towards their block, he didn't expected a whole floor would be reserved for the guards dorms, Jimin had lived a luxurious life but not the mafia lords life, like his brothers and Taehyung which were the synonym of extravagant, the floor that was assigned as the bodyguards' dormitory was right under the penthouse in case of any emergency.
Every bit of Jimin's muscle aches from standing for hours in one position and now at this moment he was only dragging his aching legs like a zombie in a long corridor where rows of white doors follows him from both sides while he searches for the number of his room written on the tag hanging from the keychain the head of the guards handed everyone and finally 1995 caught his eyes making them shine with satisfaction, he inserts the key in the lock and opened the door and upon opening the door his mouth hang wide too
"What the fuck is this!?"
He stares around the small room which wasn't partially small but surely was for the beloved heir of Parks, who's used to live in the castle like houses
"No way in hell I'm living in this trash can"
he folded his hands over his chest like he was complaining to his invisible butlers refusing their poor service. Sad beige walls, a bed sat in the far corner of the room right next to a semi-large window that had sheer drapes covering it, a small table on the opposite side of the bed, partially next to what seemed like the washroom's door and a chair slid inside the table. Some weapons settled on a wall-shelf, decorated like they were silly fantasy books for Jimin to indulge in after a long day. The bed had a side table, white and with three drawers. And lastly, sat a rag in the axis of the room, black as the midnight sky. If looking from a normal perspective, the room was primely decent-above decent for some. It was perfectly cozy for just one person but Jimin wasn't going to be that person
He turned around to storm out of this room that suffocates him like he was caged in a bird house but then he realized who is he going to complain to? And on what bases? What is he going to tell them? that he's the heir of Parks and he can't live in this small room- if he were to be foolish enough to contradict his plans and do that, the only thing he'll be blessed with will be their bullet in his head not the honor of comforting hospitality. He inhales a sharp breath and exhales loudly, repeating the same patterns of breathing, trying to calm the violent storm raging in him he succeeded to walk the path towards the bed
He gave a judging look to the small single bed with cotton white sheets before he settled himself in the center of it like he was an evil queen who killed her old husband to take over his throne and even the baby in her belly to end any competitor, he crossed one leg over the other and placed his hands on the high of the knee circling his eyes which bounces against the walls that feels like caving in on him. His stance would remind a watcher of Moira Rose, his scrutinizing gaze and grimacing face, all making him look like he was the (lord knows how this dynamic came to existence) love child between Cameron Tucker and Emily Gilmore
There were thoughs rising in his delivish mind as he reminded himself of his objectives, motivating himself that these tough moments will pass and he will be rewarded with something so huge, something appeasing and something to return the grace afront his name that sitting in this henhouse had robbed him of.
"You can do this Park Jimin your ancestors and your descendants will be so proud of you when they'll know what you went through for your legacy"
He was holding through, his back straightened as he inhaled and exhales calculated sighs but there was only so much he could tolerate are patience was never his greatest virtue so little by little the crack on the dam of his tranquility was stretching, and soon it burst with a loud; "Argh!" He plopped back storming his feet on the ground, rolling and squirming on the bed like a fish pulled out of water
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