Cotton Candy ~ PJM (BOOK 1)

01

A frustrated sigh left Yurim's mouth as she gazed down at the pile of cardboard boxes that contained her stuff. Moving in really is tough, she realized. She checked the small clock on the nightstand, which she planted first after coming to her new apartment in Seoul.

She was born and brought up in Busan, but work pulled her to Seoul.

She squatted down in front of the box and swiped the cutter across the tape to open the box. The box contained her books and educational materials. Even though she was not here for study, having some books around was not a bad thing.

Yurim was focused on placing the books on her desk when the doorbell of her small apartment rang, making her sigh a little before she headed to the entrance to open it.

She peeked through the peephole to see who it was, and her lips curled into a smile, seeing her childhood best friend standing there, impatiently waiting for her to open the door. She did not waste time and twisted the knob, pulling the door to open.

"I missed you." Her friend cooed and spread arms, ready to take her into a hug.

Yurim backed away a little. "I'm coated in dust, Jimin; don't hug me." She informed.

Jimin squinted his eyes at her for a second before nodding, "Alright." He took a step inside and threw his arms around her, engulfing her into his embrace, not caring if his own clothes were getting dusty.

"Jimin, I said.."

"I don't care." Jimin stated, then broke the hug and looked at her with a carefree expression, "Those dust can't stop me from hugging you when I'm finally seeing you after months. I couldn't go to see you in Busan for half a year.. but at least you're here now."

She chuckled as he made his way to her room, not even asking for her permission if he could invade her privacy. She followed him to the only bedroom of her apartment and noticed he had already laid on her bed, which was yet to be prepared. He had his phone in his hand as his eyes stuck to the screen.

A irritated breath escaped her mouth as she sat up on the floor, engaging herself in unpacking.

"You didn't say you've reached your apartment," Jimin said, not sparing her a look. "Aunty told me to check upon you." There was a little huff in his voice.

She chuckled sarcastically, stopping her work. "Should I have called you so you could come and lay there while I work?"

He sat up immediately, having a playful smirk on his lips. "You should've told me earlier that you need help, your highness."

For a moment, Yurim felt relief that he was going to help as he stood up from the bed and walked to the boxes across the room. But her eyes widen as he goes to a certain box that is smaller than the other ones.

She watched as he grabbed the cutter and swiped it across, and she suddenly screamed, "Don't open."

He looked up at her with a puzzled look. "Why?" He doubted as he stared down at her nervous state.

"Its.. just don't open that box." Yurim said, smiling awkwardly at her friend, who was determined to open the box.

Her awkwardness and warning made him even curious as he smirked, "Since you're so eager for me not to open it, it's made me want to see what's inside even more."

"Jimin."

"What?" He shot.

She closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again as she said, "Don't open."

"I won't steal if you have treasure in it; I'm not a cheap." He said, shaking his head. "I just want to see what's inside."

"That contains my undergarments." She stated, then let go of a breath she was holding back till now. It was embarrassing for her to tell him that, even though he was her childhood friend.

She watched him as he blinked a few times, looking at her, before he opened his mouth to say something. She hoped he would say that he was sorry for trying to invade the privacy.

"Like other girls.. I mean your bra and all?" He asked, his lips twitching in amusement as if the person in front of her was not really a girl and still had girly garments.

"Jimin, can you stop differentiating me from the girl species?" Yurim asked through her gritted teeth, giving a forced smile to him not to express the anger she felt. "I may be your best friend, but I'm still a girl; please remember that."

"It's hard for me." Jimin said as he pushed the box away and leaned to the cupboards that were behind him, "You are more like my bros; look at yourself." He laughed as his eyes disappeared.

She was supposed to feel insecure about the comment, but that did not affect her a bit. He was right. Her dressing sense was too boyish. Even right now, she was wearing a loose t-shirt, grey trousers, and her mid-length hair tied in a high bun, her face lacking makeup. Even their bonds were more like brothers in spite of their gender differences.

Letting those inner thoughts sideways, Yurim rolled her eyes. "If you want to help, go and clean the kitchen."

"You want ME? JIMIN? PARK JIMIN? BTS Jimin?" He scoffed, not believing what his friend just asked him to do. "To work for you; forget, you can't afford me." He beamed with pride. "If my army knows that you're making me work for you, you'll be beaten up so bad."

"Well, I didn't ask BTS Jimin to help me; I asked my friend jimin from Busan, to help me. But if you don't want, you can leave." She simply said.

"Okay okay, I'll just help you, poor kid." Jimin said, with a sigh, standing up lazily, "Call me if you need to lift anything."

Yurim gazed at him until he was out of her sight. Once she was sure he was out of her room, she rushed to that certain box and put those garments in the cupboard.

As she put on the bedsheets and pillow covers, she heard the noises of dishes crashing onto each other from the kitchen. She smiled, understating he was having a hard time placing the dishes in order.

She decorated her room until she felt tired. She decided that she would unpack the other boxes later that had less important stuff. The most necessary things were in their places so she wouldn't be having trouble living.

Yurim went to the kitchen and saw Jimin leaning to the kitchen counter, looking at his phone intensely as his fingers typed on the keyboard aggressively. She wondered if he was chatting with some girls, but again, she had little interest in his private and dating life.

"Why are you still here?" She asked, as she checked if he had set the dishes in place or not.

"For dinner," he replied, eyes still at the phone.

"I'm not preparing it now; I don't have anything in the fridge yet." Yurim informed, standing there with her arms crossed as she leaned her back on the counter as well.

"If you are trying to make me leave by saying that, that's not happening. I have ordered, and the food will be here in 20 minutes, so you've only got that much time to take a shower if you want to take one."

She tilted her head to listen to his statement as he narrated.

"I won't pay for your food." She sterly said.

He scoffed, looking at her. "I told you I'm not cheap; I can afford my food."

"Since you are not cheap, then pay for my food too." Yurim said, giving a fake smile to persuade him. "You know, I haven't started my work yet." She pouted her lips cutely.

He gave a disgusting look at her as he pointed his index finger at her lips. "Stop doing that; you look awful doing those cute stuffs."

She glared at him, but he was right. Even she knew those things weren't for her. She liked to be straightforward and firm, not cheesy and cute.

"I'll go and take a shower then." She said, pulling her body up from the counter and standing straight and turning around, ready to leave.

"If you're late, I'll finish the food." Jimin muttered, smiling behind her back.

She looked over her shoulder and glared at him, "I'll be quick enough."

With this, she paced to her room and grabbed some clothes before rushing to the washroom. She had to hurry since she decided to wash her hair after cleaning the apartment.