Promise

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My mouth fell open and I suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe.

Jimin had texted me.

After two long, dreadful weeks, Jimin had finally texted me. I couldn't believe it.

Me: Hey

Unknown: I have to make it quick, I don't have much time to talk. But do you want to come to the studio on Saturday to dance with me? I said I wanted to see you dance again, remember?

I blushed. I remembered quite vividly in fact. The way his eyes traced my every move. I could almost feel his gaze on me again. And just thinking that his gaze would be on me again made me slightly squirm. I didn't want to make a fool of myself in front of him.

Me: Yeah! That sounds good. What time?

Unknown: 11?

Me: Perfect. I'll see you then, Jimin :)

My phone chimed one more time with the studio's address.

I smiled brightly, my body buzzing with excitement. It was like I had warm fuzzies crawling up and down my arms and legs, and tickling at my heart. I was going to meet Jimin! He actually wanted to spend time with me. And I think that was the thing that made me the most excited. I constantly had to remind myself though that he was a person just like everyone else and that I should think of him as a new friend. Not as some person who was better than everyone else.

I repeated that a few times in my head before closing my eyes to go to sleep.

Though I couldn't sleep due to the excitement.

If I couldn't sleep now then I have no idea how I would be able to get a good night's rest for Saturday.

I turned my position, seeing if that would help me go to sleep.

After a few minutes of tossing and turning and getting frustrated at how warm my blankets really were--why were they so warm anyway?--I decided to go downstairs and get myself a small snack.

I threw the way too warm covers off of my halfway clothed body and quietly crept past Minnie. When I was successfully out of earshot, I did a small squeal and clapped my hands.

Something about this felt unreal. It felt like I was going to wake up from a dream at any second. It was truly something wonderful.

I reached into my small pantry and pulled out some cookies and poured myself a glass of milk. The perfect midnight snack.

As I was pouring my milk, I could see my now fading purple hair in the corner of my eyes. I looked at it for a moment, running my fingers through it. It was getting so long to the point where it was annoying. Maybe I would cut it. Minnie said I would look good with short hair. Then again Minnie gave herself a buzzcut when we were fourteen and ended up looking like an egg. So maybe her hair advice wasn't the best to take to heart.

I pushed my hair problem to the side and went to the living room, plopping down and putting a small throw blanket on my legs. I turned the T.V. on, making sure to have it low. I put on a random show that I've seen a hundred times and scrolled through my phone.

There wasn't really anything good on my feed. Family I barely knew getting married, having kids, birthdays, new pets that they're going to annoyingly post about for the next few months. Mindless.

I hummed and searched up BTS's official profile. It was mainly promotional stuff but I looked through anyways. I smiled, seeing Jimin smile widely in one of the photos. He always looked so carefree. It made my heart smile, too.