The Painting

                                    

                                          

Jimin looked at the big mansion in front of him in awe. Who was this Yoongi guy really?
"Don't just stand there," Yoongi said, already walking onto the property. So he was serious? This really was his house. Jimin knew he had to stop overthinking everything, and with that thought in mind, he followed Yoongi inside the house, where he immediately was astonished by the big house and its interior. They stood in the entrance, and Jimin took in the high ceilings, the clean white walls, perfectly matched with the white marble floor. There was a staircase to his left, that led upstairs, and in front of him, there was a spacious hall leading into various parts of the house. And on the right side, standing against the wall, stood a velvet beige right-hand chaise lounge. It was all simplistic and stylish, and just like Jimin hadn't ever thought about food as something special, he now realized that he had never appreciated house decor before either. 
"Are you okay?" Yoongi asked. He had probably noticed that Jimin was staring in disbelief, mouth slightly open.
"Oh yes... sorry," Jimin closed his mouth, and his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. 
"You're cute when you're blushing," Yoongi expressed, and Jimin felt his cheeks burn up even more. Yoongi let out a short laugh at Jimins speechlessness. Jimin wanted to speak, but the words were piling up in his throat, unable to escape. 
"Want to see the room?" Yoongi must've taken Jimins silence as an opportunity to keep speaking. 
"Room?" Jimin finally choked out, looking at Yoongi questioning.
"You know, to sleep in?" Yoongi spoke with a duh tone, and Jimin felt stupid because, of course, that was the purpose of rooms.
"Yes, please," Jimin awkwardly answered, looking down the hall to avoid Yoongi's gaze.
Out of the corner of his eye, Jimin could see Yoongi nod before he went to the staircase. He stopped on the first step and turned around, obviously waiting for Jimin to follow him. Jimin hastily pulled himself together and hurried in Yoongis's direction, following him upstairs. Yoongi led him down some hall, around some corner, down another hall, and Jimin already knew he would be lost on his own. 
Yoongi suddenly stopped walking, and Jimin looked around the hall they stood in. It looked like the other aisles they had passed. Only the different paintings on the wall told Jimin that they weren't the same corridors.
"Here," Yoongi pointed towards a white door with a golden doorknob. 
Jimin nodded and walked past him, opening the door, which revealed a massive room with a king-sized bed. Considering the lack of furniture, it was obvious that the room never really had been used before, but for some reason, Jimin didn't mind the empty-looking room.
"You're not some rich pervert, thinking that I'll be your submissive, right?" Jimin asked, looking back at Yoongi suspiciously. This was all too good to be true, and Jimin felt Yoongi needed an ulterior motive for his kindness. 
"Jesus Milk Boy, this is not 50 Shades of Grey," Yoongi laughed, and Jimin eased up, although he felt embarrassed that he had even asked such a question, but Yoongi's answer had relaxed his mind nonetheless. 
"Right," Jimin bit his lip, wanting to say even more to Yoongi, but he couldn't find the words.
"See you in the morning," Yoongi's eyes left Jimin, and he turned around and walked across the hall, stopping at the white double doors on the opposite side. "I'm right in here if you need me," Yoongi sounded cocky as he sent Jimin a wink. Not waiting for Jimin to respond, Yoongi disappeared behind the white doors.