The Promise || pjm

Chapter 12

I got the jitters as I was waiting in the car for Jungkook to get his clothes.

Time made me feel like it was playing games with me, passing by torturingly slow, making me agonize for each minute to bring the next.

A thought of calling Mia and spilling everything to her , including the relationship I had with my brother, appeared in my head, but then I remembered that she never stayed awake after nine. Even if she wanted to, ten past nine was the longest she could go.

I unlocked my phone to check the time. My eyes however focused on the wallpaper I had set. It had been the same for a little over a year. It was a picture of Jimin I secretly took when he fell asleep one of the many times at the studio while taking a break.

My lips curved up at the sight.

He was well known for his diligent character and everyone admired him for it, including me. But I always thought that he didn't rest as much as he needed to. Of course he never admitted it though.

I stared at my screen for a while until Jungkook came back, holding his things.

"What time is it by the way? I didn't take long did I?" he asked and I realized that I had opened my phone to check the time but ended up not doing so.

I took a quick glance at my phone again.

"Eleven thirty" I read out loud.

"Oh shit...we have to be quick, unless we want Tae to be pestering us later" he started the engine and began driving.

"What time does the party start?"

"Twelve"

"But I have to take a shower and find clothes and do my makeup!" I panicked.

"You'll be quick" he winked at me.
"Oh that reminds me...is it ok if I have a shower as well? I kinda smell badly since I haven't showered after dance practice today" he sniffed his armpit and scrunched his nose at the odour.

"Yeah it's fine" I said not minding and trying to think of any clothes I could wear that were suitable for for a party.

"I think we should shower together to save more time" a smug grin broke his poker face.

"You're stepping out of line" I poked his cheek and he giggled.

Jungkook was like a little boy trapped inside a soon to be body builder's body.

Strange; like the duality of my brother. Which I missed way too much at that point.

We hopped out of the car as soon as we reached the apartment and Jungkook decided to take a shower first while I tried to find what to wear.

But as much as I fumbled around the closet, couldn't find anything nice. Parties weren't my thing anyway.

"Have you found anything" Jungkook's voice came from behind me.

"No...not really" I started pulling clothes out and throwing them on the bed.

"Do you want me to have a look while you take a shower?" he offered.

"Yeah,I guess that wouldn't be a bad idea though I doubt you'll find anything" I turned around and my eyes widened before I closed them tightly.

He was shirtless.

"You're blushing! What are you shy about?" he laughed.

And he was right. There was nothing to be shy about. It was just his torso being revealed, nothing more.

I quickly opened my eyes and found him looking at me expectantly.

I couldn't help but have a glimpse of his body.

His upper body even more muscular than what I had imagine.

My eyes followed a drop of water that traveled from his neck, down to his toned chest and hard rock abs and disappeared on the crimson waistline of his underwear, that was visible just above the hem of his skin tight black leather trousers.

"Oh! Jimin has the same brand boxers!" I observed as his, had "Supreme" written with white on the visible elastic,just like the ones my brother wore.

And then I mentally face palmed myself for noticing something so random and saying it outloud.

"Cute" he ruffled my hair and took a few more steps closer to my closet to have a look at it.

Embarrassed with my awkwardness, I took my turn in the shower and cooled my head down,trying not to think too much about what was happening.

I wiped myself and wrapped the towel around me as I finished, and went out to see if Jungkook found anything.

When I walked in my room, he was placing down on my bed, a maroon crop top, the exact same shade of the body fitted shirt he had put on, a pair of black skin tight leather trousers, that looked exactly like his, apart from the ripped part on the knees that mine had, and he had a pair of black ankle boots in his hands. No surprise at that point; but he was wearing black boots.

"Where did you find these? I don't own any of these" I suddenly realize.

"In your closet" he shrugged.

I frowned thoughtfully, trying to remember when I bought or received these pieces, but nothing came in mind.

I shrugged it off thinking that Mia might have forgotten them when she had a sleepover or something,even though I was sure she didn't own them either.

"Why do our clothes match so much?" another question sprung in my head.

"Oh they do?" he looked at his attire and compared it with mine.
"They do!" he chimed in excitement, but the smile that he had disappeared as soon as he looked at me.

"Such a tease" he left the pair of shoes on the floor and walked past me and out of the room.

I felt puzzled for a moment until I realized what he was talking about. The short towel that was wrapped around my body, was just long enough to cover bum.

I scolded myself for not thinking twice and then closed the door to get ready.