Is It Her?//Park Jimin x Y/N

Chapter 2

               A wave of wind ran across my face as he threw the door open. Once his eyes lingered over my body to my face, his expression softened. This tends to be a thing when I come by. Every time he looks at me with soft eyes, as if he knows his expressions are hurtful. Its like he has a soft spot for me. I looked at him confidently and said, "I'm here for the r-rent." Damnit, I stuttered. Like I said, he's intimidating. He knows that he's intimidating, to me at least,  but he chooses not to do anything to me. Everyone else but me. I find that somewhat weird. Once I knocked of my thoughts I looked at him and he smirked. Then he slammed the door in my face. He was never late with the rent, so why start now? "Park Jimin!" I shouted. No answer. I went to turn the knob but it was locked. "Park Jimin!" I shouted again, "Open this door right now! I need your rent money mister!" No answer. I started to get frustrated. I was about to bang on the door until I heard shuffling once more and he opened the door. 

             "Aw, is someone getting mad?" he teased. I rolled my eyes and he tossed me an envelope full of cash. "You only need to pay rent. Why so much?" He looked at me with a smirk. "I'm paying for you right now." He replied and dragged me to my car. "Keys." He demanded. I gave them to him and he pushed me in the passengers seat. He asked me where I lived. The neighborhood was pretty small so he knew where to go. He began to play music and flashed me a smile. That was the first time hes ever smiled at me. It was kinda cute. "This is not how I wanted to spend my Saturday." I mumbled to him as we arrived at my house. "Don't be so worried." he replied as we walked to my front door. "And why should I be worried?" I teased. I watched him shove my keys in his back pocket and out of annoyance, I grabbed them and opened the door. He rolled his eyes as we walked in and plopped himself on my couch.

 "Change your clothes." He looked at me with unimpressed expression. "Something nice." he muttered under his breath. "What?" I replied slightly offended. He shooed me away. "Ugh so annoying." I whispered as I walked to my room. I rummaged through my closet to look for something 'nice' when I noticed a dress in the corner of my closet. I haven't worn a dress in years. Why did I have a sudden urge to wear one now? I grabbed it and began to put it on. As I was in the middle of sliding my dress on, I heard a knock, followed by a peeking Jimin. He saw and came in without saying anything and yet again plopped down on my bed. I didn't think anything of it until I realized what I hated more about this dress. I can never reach the damn zipper. He noticed me struggling and stood up. He removed my hands and straightened the dress. Then he zipped it. That I found surprising.

 "Wow..." I heard him whisper. I looked at him and he hesitantly walked to my closet. "Now, shoes." he stated and lingered over every pair of shoes in my closet. "Don't you own any heels?" "I don't do heels. They're annoying." I muttered. "Well today you are." "No I'm not." "Says who?" "Says me. I'm not wearing heels." "Please?" There we go again with the pleads. "Fine." I said with an eye-roll. "Put these on for now." he said as he passed me some silver flats. "Ugh these?" I complained as he pouted. "Stop whining. Be a good girl and wear them. You won't have to for long." he growled. "Yea, I'll be wearing the feet killers." I shot back. He huffed and grabbed my arms and dragged me to the car. We got in and he whispered a low curse as he realized we'd have to head back to his house. "I forgot to grab the shoes." he said as the car came to a sudden stop and he jumped out. About 5 minutes he came back. "Now. Put them on. And we'll leave." I did what he said and we drove off. "Where we goooooing?" I asked stretching the o. He replied with a smirk and stepped on the gas. "Don't worry about it."