𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 | Vmin

10✦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐦

trigger warning: panic attack, minor self-harm, claustrophobic settings. 

Jimin's heart burns, his eyes burn, his senses burn, and everything in him is on fire because of the numerous tequila shots he took and the infuriating wrath about the whole situation while the man walking in front of him was adding fuel to it by breathing loudly in and out distracting Jimin from his breathing pattern that started mirroring the other until he begins to feel suffocated by it and he didn't realize when he ended up in a room following Taehyung's steps while controlling the urge to push him down the stairs. However, upon entering the room that looked like a vintage palette he knew it was Felix's room, a room straight out of the past

It has a warm and inviting atmosphere, the furniture is all in rich brown tones, giving it a cozy and nostalgic feel, and the walls are adorned with beautiful antique paintings, adding a touch of elegance. The room was decorated with lavish antique pieces, like vintage lamps, ornate mirrors, and delicate porcelain figurines. Despite its lavish interior, everything follows the same vintage theme, creating a harmonious and timeless ambiance. It's like taking a step back in time and Jimin remembers Felix always talking about how he wants to decorate his room and Jimin would admit it was a replica of his wording, each and every detail.

But the warmth and cozy peace didn't last long as Jimin was thrown into chaos again "Why are you following me?" A voice that sounded more annoyed than the demons of Jimin's brain, furious as it could be

"I'm not following you, I was asked to clean up and help you" Oh hell, listening to his history teacher giving him a lecture about how he'll starve on the streets one day because he doesn't know what the name of 'Henry viii' wives is in proper order, knowing that it won't happen as his legacy was more loaded than that King Henry viii but he has to listen to her for whole thirty minutes without a roll of his eyes or a sassy comment in return yet it was easier than keeping his calm and giving a formal answer to his beloved boss, not a steamy remark that'll burn hotter than the rain of acid

Taehyung stared at his bodyguard for some moment instinctually scanning him with suspicion before he nodded his head and walked towards the washroom door, he once remembered Jungkook showing him to wash his clothes as people working for Felix seemed to have some beef with his suits or loved to shower him with juice or wine. He turned around to step inside the washroom but before he could aim his goal the shorter boy ran over him and walked in the washroom first not giving a care about his boss nor his job that he was supposed to be here for and Taehyung stood there watching the other in defeat before he repeats his breathing pattern and chose to ignore the ill-mannered boy, he, himself didn't know his patience was this flexible until it was tested by Jimin.

Jimin sighed in relief looking at the washing sink and that he could finally get rid of this sticky and sugary liquid, he opened the tap but only to be shut back by the long hand of the man who stood behind him with his tall and strong figure who causes the overwhelming warmth of it travel through Jimin's body by how close they were and painting his already drunken red face a shade darker

he wasn't a wobbly drunk that would make an impulsive move and fuck the first guy his eyes land on but he was a little tipsy which makes him feel things he would sentence himself to death for in his sober state, if he hadn't drunk half of the drinks ordered for the guests he would had definitely turned around and landed a sharp slap straight out of classic literature against the other's face but too good he was drunk

He turned on the tap again ignoring the heat of the man getting stronger as Taehyung moved a little closer shutting the faucet off and making Jimin sigh deeply, frustration boiling in him, swimming along the forbidden desires in the pit of his stomach and at the back of his head accompanying his sinner demons that were dancing in the silver lake of tequila.