Cotton Candy ~ PJM (BOOK 1)

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Yurim spent the next day alone in her apartment, enjoying her hobbies like playing guitar or listening to music, until it was evening when she received a text from her best friend, Park Jimin.

PJM :
Be ready!

Yurim
Okay :)

She took a shower before getting ready for the nightclub, as it was decided the previous day in the office. She went through her cupboard to find something suitable for a club and settled on a short black skirt, a sleeveless top, and a denim jacket.
 
Yurim was on time, but Jimin showed up earlier than he had said he would be. Now, he was in the living room, watching television while she got ready.

"Yuri, hurry up!" Jimin shouted from the living room.

"Coming." She yelled back, enough to hear him as she picked up her purse and checked herself for the last time in the mirror before heading out. She stood near him and said, "Let's go."

Jimin lifted up his eyes at her and checked her out from top to bottom as he amusedly said, "So, you know how to dress up?"

"Yes, I know how to dress up for a nightclub, Jimin. I definitely won't be wearing a hoodie to a club, isn't it?" She said, through her gritted teeth, rolling her eyes. "You don't look bad yourself though." She said, eyeing his outfit. A pair of black skinny jeans and a black t-shirt with a leather jacket paired with black boots.

"Thanks. Anyway, you look hot, baby." Jimin beamed; his eyes scanned her top to bottom. "You are my best friend; otherwise, we could... you know, hook up."

"You'll get a lot of girls in the club for your so-called hookup, Jimin. I'm not interested a bit in you." Yurim faked a smile to hurt his pride.

It was all a flirty atmosphere until he stood up abruptly, shooting a warning look at her.

"What?" She suddenly screeched, trying to read his expressions.

"You wore heels? You can't wear them; just wear some sneakers." He ordered, pointing at her black heels with a disappointed tone.

"My outfit matches with these heels; no way I'm wearing sneakers." Yurim said, with her widening eyes. "I didn't wear much high; see, I'm still shorter than you." She said, standing next to him to make him sure of the fact.

"That's not the matter; if you hurt your feet, I'm not responsible." Jimin scoffed with a sigh. "I know, you can't wear them for long time."

"It won't hurt." She assured, "Even if it hurts, you don't have to take the responsibility."

"Remember your words." He said, bending a little and picking the keys from the glass table near the couch. "Let's go."

Yurim left the apartment, and Jimin locked it after her before going to the elevator. Jimin informed them that Nabi would be joining them in the club, and now they would be heading to Jungkook's apartment, where Taehyung was, and then all of them would go to the club together.

"You brought your bike?" Yurim surprised and asked, with a happy grin in her face as she noticed Jimin going to the bike parked in the lot.

"Yeah, Jungkook said he'd take the bike so." Jimin said as he got on his bike and rode to where she was standing. "Get on." He said, throwing a helmet in her direction, which she immediately caught. 

She wore the helmet even though her hairs were ruined and got on his bike and noticed him wearing his helmet as well. 

"I didn't expect you would be wearing a helmet." She mocked. 

"I usually don't; it ruins my hairstyle, but I can't take a risk; when you are with me." Jimin expressed it as he sped up his bike.

"Go slow; I don't want to die tonight." She said, gripping on his shoulders.