second floor of the mansion, left row, beside the library, the assistant knocks on a door, and opens it with a tray of food for...

"Morning, Mr. Choi. Your breakfast is stews, rice, and side dishes, banchan"

soobin get up and replied with the most morning voice you'll ever hear—"Thanks. You can just put it down here" its smooth, bold, and husky at the same time

as soon as he came to his senses by letting his face touch cold water and gargling, he couldn't believe how good his sleep was after that long heck of a journey he had last night

the screaming....

"THE FUCK! YOU JUST DRAW SOME FIRING SHIT IN THE MANSION. WE ARE ALL GONNA  DIE!"

the crying...

"NOOOO NOT THE DEBIT CARD UNCLE! I'LL BE GOOD! PROMISE NO MORE STRIPPERS"

the throwing up...

"YOU FUCKING DEEP SHIT!! THROWING UP ON THE REFRIGERATOR????"

eyes tightening, caressing his head— "fucking hell, what's wrong with me?" pausing. "no. really. what is wrong with me? That shit was embarrassing"

he deeply sighs and starts eating his breakfast that takes him less than a minute and starts showering—but that showers turns into a bath...bubble bath to be exact.

i mean who wouldn't love a bubble bath
after a long night of breakdown?

as soobin goes downstairs, hair drippin'... he sees his uncle eating alone with whole a lot of papers stacked on his side

"what's with all of this? electric bills?" soobin immediately ask,

"Don't even think about touching them" Jimin started and lift his papers by just his fingers, move it through his room and locked the door... "These are some documents that are likely some past mistakes that I'm required to check for me to not do it again and sign them" Gasping, soobin then replied, "you're a murderer arent you? like you said 'some'! so it means there are more papers to be signed and by that, you commit a lot of killings".

and jimin just gave him
an "I don't know" move

an easily frightening soobin grabs the butter knife from his uncle and start pointing it at him screaming, "What the fuck! who even are you at this point!" Jimin shrugged and answered, "I don't even know, soobin. but I do know is I'm mentally unstable... not proud of that" teasing him more, sighing deeply and suddenly laughing

"your fucking sick in the head!" soobin
screams and goes straight to his room

and jimin whispered as a
reply, "i do" and giggles