C&C | PJM

Thirty Third

33| The consequences of fame.

April, spring.

"I was so nervous, so nervous Jimin, you have no idea." Daehye threw the phone at the bed as she hurried to fasten the zip of her linen dress before scurrying off to the wall mirror to put on her lipstick. "I haven't face timed you to see the ceiling of your hotel room." Jimin complained, "Babe, I have reservations tonight." Daehye dabbed her lipstick and then picked up her phone, "Oh?" he acted as if he was clueless,

"Yeah, I don't know whether those interviewees are selecting me but I'm going to this expensive ass restaurant to celebrate my birthday and- no shits are gonna interrupt me." Daehye had once pictured herself in a restaurant, dressed like that career woman as she drank the wine, it was tonight, she would turn that memory which was never made to reality. And though she still felt that post nervousness she had from the interview at Stanford she tried to forget about it. Jimin looked at his side, deep in thought.

"I'm gonna send you pictures, don't worry." she smiled genuinely, "To be honest, I kind of wish that you were here." she continued and then he smiled sheepishly. Of course she wanted him here, she wanted him here in California, where she was born and where she spent almost all her life and wished to spend it here again.  "Wait, my network's a bit low." And before she could tell him that his video and audio quality was fine the call was already disconnected. She went to his profile and pressed the call icon, a ring went off but she was interrupted by the doorbell. With the phone still held towards her ear she went to open the gate, "Hey wait someone's on the door." She said when he picked up the call,

"Here to ruin your plan" And she was quite dumbstruck, quite on the edge of losing her belief on the fact that "Why am I even surprised-" And before she could say anything else he was already kissing her, balancing the cake in his other hand while the other was on her nape, dragging her closer. "I for a literal second thought that I should let you continue, I questioned 'I'm not just some shit to her am I?" and at that she laughed while she hugged him so tightly, "I would gladly let you ruin my plans and my lipstick if it's like this." he raised her eyebrows at the last part of her sentence,

"Cut the cake." he pulled her towards the bed and placed the cake on the bed and lit the candles with a lighter, "I'm stealing this." she took the kerosene lighter from him, he took out his phone and started recording her, "Do you want me to sing- Happy birthday to you....." and she was flustered as she blew the candles, as she cut a piece and rather than offering him a bite, she took one herself and he was just about to comment on how selfish she was until she grabbed his collar and kissed him hard on the mouth, just for mere fraction of second his eyes went wide but then he pushed the cake to a safe distance. 

"If that's what you want..." He hovered over her and cut the top layer of the chocolate frost and glided the knife covered in it across her collarbone, her back arched just a bit at the contact of not the cold knife but his tongue which now licked her off, leaving open mouth kisses. she craved more, in desperation, her eyes shut tight just so she could feel him, and his skin which left invisible marks on her.

"I want to ruin you." he kissed her again, softly this time, "But we don't want to miss the wine and the dinner you wanted." he felt her smile against her, "So considerate." she smoothed his hair which she had pulled previously. "But after we return....." his fingers smoothed across the bare skin of her arm, "I understand, rip this dress off me, you have the fundamental right."

"Thanks." But things don't always go according to the plan. The wine turned out to be too strong, so much so that Jimin had lost his sense and must've slept on the road itself if it wasn't Daehye dragging him, but after her few curses he seemed to regain his consciousness and when they did reach the hotel room she spilled the wine in the bathtub while singing Dress by Taylor swift so loudly that he feared he would get a complain call anytime. "I love you so much." she said, her gaze all hazy, "I love you too." and they brushed their teeth, washed their faces, changed into their night clothes and then slept like a five year old would after playing all day.