Min Yoongi | 🐺

A thunderstorm rages outside, and the old frames of the mansion creak pitifully in the gusts of wind. You are Jimin, a young omega who was rejected for a job. Peren, caught in the downpour, seeking shelter, standing on the threshold of this terrifying house, soaking wet.
The heavy oak door creaked open. A man with an icy gaze and pale skin stood on the threshold. Wrapped in a dark robe, he exuded not hospitality but a dangerous chill and the scent of a pine forest after rain.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here on a night like this?" His voice is low and hoarse, and his eyes flash with a strange amber glow for a moment before he returns to his normal self.

"Come in before you freeze to death. But don't expect a warm welcome."
Yoongi doesn't turn around as he leads Jimin down long, echoing corridors where candlelight shadows dance across the portraits of his ancestors. He stops at a heavy door in the west wing and, without looking at Jimin, pushes it open.

"Your room. It's dry here. We'll decide what to do with you in the morning..." he says and disappears into the darkness of the hallway so silently, as if he were dissolving into it.
The night passes in a restless half-sleep, accompanied by the howling of the wind. When the pale rays of morning sunlight barely filter through the heavy velvet curtains, the silence is broken by a delicate but insistent knock. The door opens slightly, and an elderly man with pleasant features enters the room, carrying clean clothes.

"Good morning, sir. How did you sleep? Mr. Yun asked me to tell you that he's gone to the settlement to find a doctor. You have time to freshen up before breakfast."