Promise

Is it allowed?

You could feel there was bumpy heat on your forehead now. Just great. Going to look for the medical kit. You had some ointment here, somewhere. The door bell rang.

"Tch..." Pressing on your wounds. Carrying the medical kit box, you opened the door. Park Jimin was standing there with soft frown on his forehead. Looking down at you weirdly.

"You are not picking up the call." He said.
"Ah, Mr Park." You must be lost some of your brain when you bumped your head, "Why are you here?" He tilted his head.

What even you wearing? Thin layer of clothes that show off most part of your body. Was you wearing them on purpose?

"Date. I'm here to pick up my date." You didn't pick up his call, so he went up.

"... you mean me?"

"Anyone else live here?" He asked in sarcastic tone. Smiling, "What happened to your head?" He took off the hand that pressing on them. He chuckled, "Is it hurt?"

"Yes, even hurt after you laugh at them. It's your fault anyway. I stumbled on my feet because of your call." Signing him to get in. You continued to look for the ointment in the medical box. Jimin stand behind you, his hand reached for the tube. You turned around, surprised by his gentle smile.

"I'll put them for you."

"No need.." You took the tube back from his hand but he caught your hand instead.
"Be good girl and listen to me, will you?"

"..." Jimin got rid of the hair on your face.
"It looks hurt.." He furrowed his eyebrows.
"Because it is.." You pouted.

"Should we go to hospital..? I don't want them to leave mark on your pretty face.."

"... no." Hospital? For bumpy head. He might carried you on the stretcher if you cut your finger. Feeling his gentle gesture, you didn't feel awkward earlier but now you suddenly felt embarrassed.

Looking down on your night gown, you were mentally slapping yourself, "Have a seat.. Excuse me a bit." He nodded.

Looking around at your apartment. The apartment was tidy with white color in most of the furniture. You have small pots beside the window. Cactus. There was feminine touch everywhere.

You were living in expensive building. Your family did not lack money.
You came out dressed more appropriately.

"I have water." The only thing you have in mind. Jimin stared at you fondly, well he obviously like the dress before. But this was also not bad, "Mr Park.. I'm confused. Why are you in my apartment?"

"Should i leave?"
"Oh, I'm not kicking you out.." Your sofa never look that comfortable now he was sitting there
you felt your ass will glued there until he leaves
Jimin watched you played with the hem of your shirt. This wasn't awkward at all, he tucked your hair behind the ear.

"Mr Park." It was too intimate for you. You were a bit blushing feeling his warm palm on your cheek, "Mr Park.."

"If you call me Mr Park again. I probably should kiss you.." It stirred something in him to hear those words from your mouth. He didn't believe love at first sight, however the moment his eyes set on you that day. He found it hard to look away.

"... Mr Park.." In a blink of an eye, his lips was capturing yours in the most needy form.
Moulding them, tugging, biting. You had been kissed before but his kiss was certainly different.

They weren't innocent. It was as sinful as himself. He filled your heart with desire you didn't know you have. He was pressing you down on the couch. Tugging down the strap of your top.

"Mr Park.." You ran out of the breathe. Pushing him lightly. He was hovering you.

Tracing your lip with his finger, oh, he was still into it, "You taste so sweet.." The two of you were staring into each other eyes.

"Mr Park.. is this allowed?" You wanted him.
You knew that you did..

"I allowed it." He said as he removes your top–