his promise

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hello. i'm bree frances, the beauty stylist of the korean boy band BTS. but, since i'm retiring soon, me and my coworkers decided to have a little party. i'm currently doing my makeup. i'm wearing a black bodycon dress.

and also, i like jimin.

i know he's famous, and he's definitely everything i'm not. but atleast, i know him more than anyone. not even their managers or his members.

i heard a car horn outside my small apartment, which is just a few blocks from BigHit Entertainment. as i close my bedroom, i texted them that i'm on my way out.

to: mica; stylist
i'll be out in two minutes xoxo

.ヽ(^Д^*)/.

as soon as we went inside the club, the music was booming, everyone was dancing, and i already thought that i'm definetely gonna have fun tonight.

we sat at the vip lounge and pd nim waved his large hands at my face as i starred at the crowd blankly.

"bree, what's your order?" pd nim asked.

i smiled and answered, "just whiskey please. thank you." then he left to order. you see, inside the building, we act professional. meaning, pd nim, is our boss, my coworkers are just my colleagues, not friends. but outside work, after office hours, we're all friends.

i focused at the crowd below us and saw that the dj stopped playing the blasting music, because there was a band that was going to start performing.

pd nim came back with a waiter holding a tray, which, is  obviously full of drinks. soon after, we started drinking and drowned each other with dreadful stories.

"we should all go home. i think bree's going to pass out anytime soon." chloe, my coworker, another beauty stylist said while picking up her bag and wiping off her mouth with tissue.

at this point, i don't even know what's happening. but i did heard what she said and she's not lying. i feel hot and might puke anytime. i needed to go home. my head was dizzy and my vision was blurry.

"yeah, i think.. we- yeah.. nghh" i slurred words which luckily they understood. the girls assisted me and brought me home.

.ヽ(^Д^*)/.

stumbling to my door, i took my keys out of my purse and unlocked my apartment. i felt a little better than earlier. my vision wasn't as blurry as, but i still felt like puking.

going straight to the kitchen, to atleast rehydrate, because my throat hurts like a bitch now. then, i went to take a fast shower. (might have puked)

going straight to my room, only wearing my bra and my underwear, not bothering to put a shirt on. i live alone, don't worry.

my blood ran cold when i opened the door. i just saw a guy in my bed. the scarier part is his face is covered with a pillow.

wait. what if he's dead?

suddenly, he moved and it felt like i just had a bucket of ice poured at my whole body.

my eyes widened, "who are you!?" i shouted, frightened, though im still relieved he wasn't dead.

he removed the pillow and was surprised, "oh you're home! you're home early." he said, as he rolled his eyes, sentence full of sarcasm.

"what the hell are you doing here, jimin?" i gritted.

"well, remember that black shirt you ruined and told me you'll wash? well i was planning to get it today but i didn't know you were out and about." he said as he tossed the pillow in my bed and stood up. "so instead of leaving and going back later, i waited and fell asleep. i really wasn't expecting to see you like this to be honest." he continued, while pointing at my naked body.

"wait. naked body!?" i thought in my head

as soon as i realised that i was only wearing my undergarments, i grabbed the towel, which was hanging in my door and covered my body.

"why bother covering your body? i already saw it." he smugly said, as he walked closer to me and closed the door.

he lifted my face so i could look at his eyes, as if wanting me to say something. so, i asked him, "what do you really want from me, jimin?" while trying to look away.

"oh you know exactly what i want, noona." he smirked.

shivers ran down my spine as he used his busan accent to speak. his low and husky voice made my knees weak.

"no, i don't." i replied, as if not knowing what he really wanted.

"i want you. your body, your heart, your everything." he said while gently caressing my face. but, eyes never lie. his eyes were full of lust in it. burning with desire.

"i am only your stylist, jimin. nothing more, nothing less. we must be professional. you are not allowed to do this." i said and gathered all my strength to push him away from me. but, he only held me harder.

"well, as far as i know, you're not my stylist anymore. i saw you earlier. in the bar, in that tiny little bodycon dress you were wearing. so sexy." he said, as if he was telling me a little fairytale.

i tried to tell him something but i didn't know what to. my brain wasn't operating and my stomach was full of butterflies.

"i can do whatever i want to do with you now, noona. anything i want." he grinned and came closer.

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word count: 950 words

hi lovelies! so i updated this today. (june 16, 2019) i made a huge edit on this story. please, reread it, since, i changed the names and everything. i have done the proofreading part and i'm excited to here your thoughts! thank you for reading loves!!

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