"Do I even get the chance to pack up my stuff? What about my car? I have payments you know." Jimin ranted once he was in the car with Yoongi.

At this point, Jimin's mind was completely blank. He was in the backseat of the car with his face covered. Yoongi had taken everything he had, but the red bracelet.

He was very thankful for that because he wasn't sure he'd be able to repair it one more time. In fact, Yoongi hadn't payed much mind to it.

After he said his goodbye to Jungkook, he headed back to the parking lot. At that point, he was rushed to the car.

His chest and heart still felt heavy for doing this to Jungkook. It was so fucked up that he did this to his friend, but his greed was too controlling.

It blinded him.

The money blinded him.

How come a piece of paper meant so much more to him than his friend?

Instead of overthinking that, he swiped those thoughts to the back of his mind. He could deal with those later because he knew they'd come back to haunt him. He was an expert dealing with heartbreak and guilt. For over two years he had felt that and he considered himself an expert.

"There's no need for that. We've taken care of everything."

"What do you mean you took care of everything? Where did you take my car? I still have to pay my rent for this month. I have to terminate the contract and let my—"

"It's taken care of." He repeated sternly. Did this man not listen?

"Why am I still blind folded? I'm going to live with him. Why do I still need to be covered? Am I still not trusted?"

Jimin waited and waited for an answer. Finally, five minutes later—which felt like an eternity—he spoke up again. Although he tried not to sound bratty, he couldn't help it. It was frustrating being left in the unknown and ignored.

"Hello? Are you listening to me? Can you at least answer one of my questions?"

Silence.

Jimin gave up and kept quiet. He closed his eyes and felt himself slowly drifting to sleep. The car ride was basically putting him to sleep. Just when he felt his thoughts completely vanish, a hole in the dirt path made him wake up abruptly.

Yoongi smiled satisfied at the loud gasp that escaped Jimin's lips. A few seconds later, they got to their destination. He got out the door and took him out while he uncovered his face.

Jimin winced at the bright lights and blinked repeatedly until his vision adjusted. Yoongi escorted him to the mansion. He had to keep dragging him along because he kept getting mesmerized by his surroundings.

Although he had been here before he just couldn't help it. This place was beautiful in every aspect. You would have to look at it over and over to enjoy the beauty. Once they got inside, Yoongi motioned him towards the elevator.

Jimin was completely taken back at the fact that there was an elevator inside the house. Of course there was an elevator. This place was so huge that going up the stairs would leave you breathless a

He kept smiling at himself completely in shock. Holy shit. This was actually happening. The elevator door opened and Yoongi let him go out first.

"Your room will be the last one down the hallway."

"Shouldn't you lead me?"

"That would be stupid. You could hit me from behind."

"Well, I mean technically I don't hit it from behind. They hit me—"

"Move it, Park."

Jimin huffed, "Gee. You're no fun." He replied walking ahead. On this floor, the walls were a light blue color. Art pictures were everywhere to be seen. It felt like an art museum hall.

"I thought I was going to sleep with Taehyung." He commented when they were closer.

"He will discuss that with you later."

"Can I get my phone back?" He asked randomly as Yoongi dug into his pocket.

"I shattered it to pieces."

"What? My contacts were all in there!"

"Mr. Kim will give you a new phone when he talks to you."

"But—!"

"Technology is not everything. Stop acting like a brat."

"I'm not a brat." He stomped clearly acting like one.

Yoongi took out a card key and opened up his door. Jimin took a whiff of his cologne as he reached behind him. It smelled really good. It wasn't too overpowering and it was very homey.

As soon as he unlocked the door he moved away from him. He was careful enough to not touch him almost like he was disgusted by his presence, but Jimin didn't noticed that.

The lights came on as soon as they walked in. The color on the walls was a creamy white, the bed sheets and curtains were black. There was couch was in the corner along with a bookshelf and a dresser. Hell, he even had a shelf with liquor and a personal bathroom. This was basically a house.

Jimin forgot about the phone taken back at his room. He walked to the big window and opened up the curtains. It was still dark outside, but the yard lights illuminated everything outside. He almost squealed when he saw the coffee table outside on the balcony.

He had a whole balcony to himself! A balcony big enough for a table! It was so incredibly gorgeous. He could picture himself early in the morning enjoying a cup of tea while watching the sunset.

Jimin put his hand on the glass door ready to open it, but Yoongi immediately stopped him. "Too late for that. Go to bed."

He groaned giving him a cold look. For fucks sake, he was worse than his father. In fact, he acted like he was his father.

A knock on the door stopped him from snapping back. Could it be Taehyung? He waited impatiently ready to see him.

Sehun walked in and Jimin couldn't help to be disappointed. If he was going to be here for a year—or until Taehyung wanted him to—he needed to please him in every possible way. That's the only way he would continue to live this luxurious life.

"Very well. Sehun will be your security guard. He will take over from now." Yoongi said walking out.

Jimin looked at Sehun and shrugged. He didn't think he needed a guard, but apparently this was part of the deal.

"Am I allowed to shower?" He asked.

"Of course. Bathroom is right there with everything that you need." He commented.

"Okay. Perfect." He replied walking to the door. He appreciated having a bathroom in his room. He tended to empty his bladder a lot throughout the day.

"Oh, sorry. I have to go in with you." Sehun said stopping him from closing the door.

Jimin raised an eyebrow, "Oh really? Does Mr. Kim know that?"

"Yes."

"I don't need assistance showering."

"I have to go in since there's no cameras in there."

Jimin then looked around the room. A camera was installed in every corner. Instead of feeling welcomed, he felt watched. His privacy was being violated. He knew he wouldn't be trusted, but this was a bit extreme.

He let Sehun in without argument. Even though he liked to joke around he couldn't right now. It was slightly aggravating to be followed around everywhere.

"Am I allowed to close the curtain? Or do you have to see my wash my dick?" He asked a bit sarcastically as he pulled off his clothes.

Sehun quickly shook his head no, "Of course not sir. I do apologize for the inconvenience.  You may close the curtain." He told as he stared directly at the wall never once looking at his bare body.

Jimin noticed his submissive behavior which was totally different from previous encounters. This time he talked to him with manners and obediently.

Half an hour later, he was out of the shower and wrapped in a towel. Sehun stepped out the bathroom and told him that there was clean clothes in the closet and drawers.

Jimin nodded heading to the window once again. He tested the waters and grabbed the door handle. Sehun didn't say a word so he proceeded to open it.

Again, he didn't say a word. Instead, he bowed and left the room leaving Jimin by himself. For some reason this bothered him and he huffed closing the door shut.

Yoongi wouldn't have never allowed that.