Not Your Bias

Chapter 3

~Jimin~

She led me into the small yet snug entryway. I waited after opening my shoes. After staring for some time, she realized I was waiting for her to guide me. She suddenly leaned in near my chest. I took a second to grasp she was trying to take out a pair of house slippers for me. I stood still inhaling her hair. Her hair smelled of a summer garden. She jumped back up tossing the pair of slippers at my direction maybe startled by my lack of movement. I coughed awkwardly and followed her inside in a pair of rather glittery and leopard-y slippers. Handing me a yellow towel she ushered me into the tiny cerulean tiled bathroom. I undressed and turned the shower on humming the lyrics of Filter. Going through the rack in one corner I found two to three half empty bottles of shampoo. I chose the one that had green and yellow flowers and grass on it and inhaled near the bottle outlet.

Yes! This is the one. This is the smell she just had. Wait, why does that matter? Did she realize I was just smelling her hair a few minutes back? That must have been so creepy. God! What's wrong with me? No Jimin, put the damn shampoo back. Take the one that reads 'ALL-IN-ONE SHAMPOO CONDITIONER BODYWASH...DEODORENT?' Wait something has to be wrong with this. Nope. Hell, I'll just use the green and yellow bottle that makes her smell like a summer garden filled with stargazers and oriental lilies and makes you want to jump about the glistening grass barefoot.

After a long debate with my reflection in the mirror I was finally able to remove the last few bits of brownie from my face and hair. As I was about to slide into my black v neck... it fell from my hand into the puddle of water gathered below my feet. Cursing myself over and over again I managed to wrap the yellow towel onto my lower body and come out as is.

The woman was fidgeting with something inside the kitchen. The moment her eyes fell on me it went wide and mouth agape. I tried pulling the towel near my naked upper body and searched for an appropriate explanation of my condition. "My t-shirt fell on the bathroom floor and got wet, didn't mean to startle you."

"Oh, okay wait. I'll get you something to wear for now and put that in the dryer" she said pointing my at soaked t-shirt.

"I don't think anything of yours will quite fit...", I wasn't even done with my sentence when she handed me a huge white round necked t-shirt. And I swear I caught her eyes go from my chest to the hard-on I was rocking under the towel as she tried hiding a smirk. I shook my head slightly and concentrated on the t-shirt. The t-shirt again smelled like a garden. Did she have a body wash too in that fragrance or something? The scent stuck to my nose as I tugged it down my head. It's high time you stop thinking about the smell Jimin-ahh!

What the hell is wrong with me?

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