Are You Calling Me A Sinner? {BTSxReader}

9. Explore Some

     "We'll see about that," you hop up from the stool, throwing the finished water bottle in the recycle.

     They begin to say something, but you're already walking out of the large kitchen, heading to where you believe the front door is. "She needs to be tamed," laughs Yoongi.

     Stepping up to the luxurious French doors, stone artworks are placed upon podiums surrounding the entrance. Gripping the door handles, they're firmly locked, no chance of opening. "Wouldn't it be a shame if I..." you yell, knocking over an obviously expensive sculpture of a classy woman.

     "Y/N!" you hear a yell from the kitchen.

     You saunter back to the elevator that isn't too far from your current location, pressing the call button. Hearing loud footsteps, you enter the elevator and see angry men step in front of the doors, too late to enter the lift. You give a sarcastic wave and smile, heading to the third floor. You know your 'room' is on the fourth, but it wouldn't hurt to explore some. You hear heavy footsteps on the staircase, probably heading to the top floor they expect you to land on. You press the fourth floor, already giggling at the confused expressions of the men who are racing to the top floor. The lift dings, doors opening onto the third floor, the halls deserted. You can hear the footsteps of expensive shoes above you, elevator doors closing, heading to the floor with waiting men. You start down the hallway to your left, deciding you'll explore the one in front of you and to your right another time. Discovering each floor splits three ways, it might take awhile to figure out the layout of the house. Walking up to the first door and opening it, you're greeted by darkness. Walking in and closing the door, you hear a distant calling of your name. You laugh at the plan actually working. You really are smarter than them. Or maybe not. Because you've been captured by the enemy.

Focusing back on the exploration, you draw the blackout curtains, a humongous room revealed with a dark interior. Signed photographs and instruments line the walls, clearly showcasing a love of music. A baby grand sits close to a wall, not worn down but loved by the hands of an artist. A large framed pictures sits on top of multiple smaller ones, the top being a picture of the seven handsome inhabitants of the mansion, the bottom ones showcasing various American and some South Korean rappers shaking hands with none other than Yoongi. One picture is just him, a photograph capturing the way he smiles, eyes disappearing, nose scrunched, gums generously on display. He's so beautiful.

     You hear pounding footsteps leading down to the second floor. Deciding it's time to move into the next room, you exit Yoongi's room, opening a door next to the previous, revealing a restroom. Moving on, you open the next door, a tidy room full of light is displayed, a comfy feeling switching on. It's large, not super cramped, just a desk with a gaming monitor and system sitting on it, two white doors sit on one wall, a large sliding glass door that opens up to a terrace, letting light in. The door shows smudges, fingerprints, clearly showcasing the days and nights someone would reach for the glass or handle and slide it way to get gulps of fresh air. A lamp, alarm clock, and picture frame sit on a nightstand, the photograph of a man and a cute little boy. Immediately, his crescent eyes and plump lips give away who it is. Sweet Jimin. He looks just like and angel.

Leaving his room, you go to the last room in the hall, opening it to reveal a huge grayish room, a large bay window on one wall, cushions litter the just as large ledge, various stuffed characters on display. Along the walls, many picture frames create a substantial collage on a wall. All pictures clearly were shot in the outdoors, ranging from pictures of fields or mountains to photos of the gang members posing and a small black and brown dog. The only one you didn't see on the wall is Taehyung. Many contemporary art pieces litter the wall as well, some recognizable as Picasso even. Looking around a little more, you see a small journal laying on a desk, reading in bold letters 'TAE'S! DO NOT OPEN!' He seems sensitive... but he doesn't show it. He needs to let himself run free.

You can hear your name being called from the bottom floor now, but choose to ignore it. Walking out of the room and back down the hallway to the elevator doors, you walk straight down the adjacent hallway, opening the first door in sight. A fresh scent drifts into your nostrils. It's not overpowering, just comforting. It's nice and dark in the room, chilly too. Two desks on opposite sides of the rooms hold different monitors, one holding a gaming system, the other having a keyboard and monitors. One monitor has the seven gangsters, the other a picture of a dimpled smile and a white dog. Namjoon. A TV hangs on the wall across from a large, neat bed covered in black sheets and quilts, begging to be napped on. He seems as though he doesn't genuinely smile around strangers, but with you, his true colors glisten, letting the real Namjoon show.

Walking out of the comfy atmosphere back to the bright halls, you check two doors, one being a supply closet, they other a restroom. Walking into the next, it's huge. A pretty, contemporary bedroom meets the eye. It has small stuffed characters from cartoons on the bed, giving a childish feeling, yet the knit blankets sitting on the unwrinkled bed gives a mature vibe. It's neither bright nor dark, and it is visually satisfying. Small pictures sit on a piano along a wall, some of the young group of men, others of small animals, two sugar gliders to be exact. Nothing really gives away who the room belongs to other than when you look over, three beautiful drawings catch your eyes. The first showcases a brilliant right side profile, the jawline not too sharp but apparent, lips plump and heart shaped almost, button nose not too perked. Moving on, you lose your breath. Eyes crinkled, yet pupils on display, full lips turned up in a smile, faint smile lines detectable, and eyebrows raised in a joyful manner. It's simply breathtaking. In the bottom left corner, a small kth presents itself, clearly drawn by one of the youngest mobsters. He gave the drawing so much light, it perfectly captures the Seokjin you wish you knew. Many similarities present itself on the left side profile. Definition of stunning.

Moving on, you come to the room directly opposite, smaller than the rest, but still has a great amount of space, a darker vibe brought along. It has a bean bag stuffed in the corner, next to it, a white one. Black sheets and comforters decorate the bed, a zigzag quilt hanging off the edge. A small bedside table holds nothing but a small clock, rounded glasses, and a lamp. Averting you're eyes to a long black desk, many photography and recording tools were placed without a care, a couple monitors and a laptop too. A couple pictures decorate the desk, a picture of a young man in a school uniform surrounded by the men he admires and looks up to most, flowers in hand at his graduation. Next to it is the same doe eyed bunny smile and scrunched up nose, cutting a red ribbon that opens up to a building leading up into the sky. Jungkook has a smile that deserves the world.

      Traveling up the long hall, you head to the next hallway full of doors. Once you find the last room, you'll be finished for the day. As luck would have it, you didn't find the last bedroom until you reached the end of the foyer. Stepping in, you're greeted by the darkest of grays, a nice cologne drifting through the air. Shelves racked the walls, displaying various figurines, some from popular anime's, some from KAWS, a well known brand. Signed posters of musicians and dancers are framed and hung, placed in a collage. An expensive monitor sits on a desk, recently used, as a document is open. Lyrics upon lyrics are at your fingertips, letting you see the struggles of the tough man you now see through. He isn't a rock, he has pools of feelings, all that need to be loved and explored. You'd love to take on the challenge.

     Wandering out of the room, you have a new, different, heart warming feeling for each man. I shouldn't feel like this. I should want to leave. Why does my heart hurt at the thought of not seeing them, not knowing the sweet smiles. I want to know who they are.

     Heading to the white staircase, you mosey up to what you believe to be your room, a fresh pair of clothes lain out on the freshly made bed. They really care about me...

     Rinsing off in the shower, brushing your teeth once again, and blow drying your hair, you throw on the simple outfit chosen by the men, and head to the elevator to go downstairs. On the way down, thoughts about how you might be able to be more open minded swirl around the endless expanse of your mind. "Get it together," you say to the open air.

     Hopping off the lift, you wander around once more to the kitchen to be greeted by the young gangsters staring at you once more. They stand up straight, all walking towards you at the entrance, waiting for you to initiate a conversation of any sort. Instead, you open your arms wide, tough exterior fading, and grip each one into a hug. "Let's be... friends... and see how we get through the love maze."
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Hey, quick chapter. Not great, but I hope you enjoyed. Love y'all!

~kam