The Promise || pjm

Chapter 1

I woke up to the sweet smell of blueberry and strawberry muffins, that was invading my nose. Not trying to complain though. I loved it, which was why my brother would bake them for me every so often.

Having "lazy" written all over me, I got up from my warm bed and dragged myself to my wardrobe, to find an outfit for the day. Another long lasting day of my last year at school. I pulled out a pair of black ripped jeans and giggled a little bit when I found Jimin's white t-shirt, that perfectly hung around my body like a dress. I knew he hated it when I wore his clothes, but I really couldn't help it! They felt so comfy. I finished off my look with a pair of red converse and a white adidas hat, which I had also borrowed from my brother without asking.

After finishing, I skipped my way towards the kitchen of our small apartment and found Jimin taking out of the oven, a tray of delicious looking muffins. He looked fully concentrated on placing them on the counter, which was a rather funny sight considering that he was wearing a pair of pink floral kitchen gloves and a matching apron.

He looked up as soon as he felt my presence and smiled widely when he saw me.

"Good morning my little princess" he almost sang to me.

"Morning Jimin" I called him by his name to annoy him. But I couldn't help it. He annoyed me when he called me princess. It made me feel like a child.

"That's oppa for you" he corrected me.

"Well then it's Hailey for you" I answered back while making us some tea.

"Little princess I raised you. I'd tell you to call me daddy if it hadn't become a kinky thing" he teased me and I gave him a dirty look.

The thing is that Jimin did practically raise me even though we only have five years apart. Our parents died when I was three and he was eight and we both ended up in an orphanage. We promised eachother that we would stay together and always protect one another. When he turned eighteen and was allowed to finally leave the orphanage, he took me with him and took care of me. And he still does, up to today. It's been four years since we left and although he had to support both of us alone, he managed to find a job, get us an apartment and start to live his own dream, to become a dancer. Which had also become my dream, no surprise.

"Why the hell are you wearing my clothes again?" he asked slightly annoyed once he had a good look at me.

I shrugged my shoulders and gave him a cup of his favourite peppermint tea.

"They look better on me than they do on you anyway" I continued the conversation trying to annoy him a little bit more.

"True" he said sipping his tea.

My eyes widened at his answer and I could feel heat rushing on my cheeks,avoiding eye contact.

'stupid girl stop it'. I scolded myself. 'he's your brother' the thought hurt.

I brushed my thoughts away and looked at him to open another small conversation before we would part ways. My eyes simply landed on his bare skin. Not intentionally though.
He was changing his shirt as the one he wore before had gotten dirty, even though he was wearing an apron. A clumsy man indeed.

I didn't realize I was staring at him until he screamed in a high pitched girl voice, covering his torso.

"Kyaaaa~ what are you looking at you crazy pervert?" he looked at me with the ugliest face he could pull.

"Oh get over yourself stupid" I rolled my eyes at him. "I was just spacing out" I spoke the truth since seeing him shirtless was kind of an every day thing.

"I woke up early this morning and baked you muffins for you to call me stupid. Are these the manners I taught you?" he said faking a cry and finally wearing his black shirt that complimented his toned body. "Lock the door and meet me at the dance studio after school you little brat" he said while walking over to me, pulling his hat off of my head and placing it over his black hair, still damp after a morning shower. He couldn't keep a straight face when he saw me pouting at him.

"Don't give me those puppy eyes little princess" he smiled as he cupped my cheeks and leaned in to plant a kiss on my forehead, just like he did every morning, each time leaving me phased. But I couldn't say no to his kiss. He would hold a grudge against me until I apologized and let him plant a hundred more on my face.(believe me I've been there)

Pulling away, he looked down into my eyes, filled with love, his beautiful smile never leaving his face. I could feel my heart rate slowly increasing and I was getting ready to scream at him, before he could notice my face turning red.

"Aaah when did you wash your hair? It looks disgusting" he said, putting the hat on my head again.

He knew damn well that I had washed my hair the night before, but he just couldn't leave his little sister disappointed.

"Oh crap I'm gonna be late" he said looking at his watch and rushed to the door to leave.

"I love you oppa" I said before he could walk out.

"I love you too baby princess" he shouted on his way, leaving me alone.

'If only we loved eachother the same way...' I sighed and got my things to go to school.

No one knew how I felt. I tried my best  to discard of these feelings. Every attempt was however pointless. My heart still raced for my brother and that was just as awful as it sounds.

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The school hours passed by unexpectedly fast that Monday morning. When the school bell rang indicating that all students could finally leave, I said goodbye to my best friend Mia and began heading over to the dance studio, which was a fifteen minute walk away from school. Not much.

"Hey oppa~"  I began talking as I entered the practice room,only to be greeted by two figures instead of one. An unknown to me boy, who was slightly taller than Jimin, was standing next to him making him look shorter than what he actually was.

His chocolate brown hair matched perfectly with his almond shaped eyes, and commended the rest of his handsome features.

'not as handsome as oppa' a voice inside my head said. 'Oh just shut the fuck up Hailey' I mentally slapped myself and smiled at the boy who was reaching his hand out to me. I took his hand and shook it.

"Hi I'm Jungkook" he introduced himself.

"I'm Hailey" I kindly replied "nice to meet you"

"Jungkook will be joining our dance class for a while" Jimin said and I eyed him with slight confusion.

"I thought that it would be good for you to get to dance with other artists as well. Getting used to only one isn't really good" he continued to speak and Jungkook nodded in agreement.

I wasn't up to the idea at first but who knew? Maybe this would turn out into good.