Promise: BTS Jimin smut

Part 12

The kitchen is extremely quiet, the lack of noise rather relaxing so early in the morning. I woke up before Jimin did this morning, but I decided to let him sleep because of how peaceful he looked.

His attitude totally contrasts his appearance. Don't get me wrong, he is totally hot, but his face changes when he's sleeping. It softens astronomically, him not able to hide behind his confidence or his dominance. He looks kind of cute actually, his cheeks puffed out as he breathes through his mouth.

This was the first weekend that he has let me stay the night so I don't really know what to do, us not having to go to work today. I'm just standing here with a glass of water, looking out of the open window and watching as the sun rises and chases away the night's shadows.

"How long have you been awake?"

I glance over my shoulder and smile slightly, shrugging as I turn to fully face Jimin. I leave the glass on the counter as I cross my arms, my hair hanging loosely down my back.

"A couple of minutes" I answer as he walks towards me, my eyes trailing over his body and taking in his outfit.

He has a pair of black swim shorts on, a black and white striped t-shirt on over it. His hair is still a mess from sleep, so I run my fingers through it when he gets close enough.

"Where are you going?" I ask softly as I continue messing with the silky strands of his brown hair, surprised at how incredibly soft it is. His low chuckle fills the room, it slightly lower and more husky due to the fact that he just woke up.

"We are going to a pool part later" is his answer, my eyes narrowing at his smiling form. I guess I have no choice, seeing as he has a car and I don't. I simply nod, letting him lead the way back upstairs and into his room.

My phone is going off when we walk in, my eyebrows creasing in confusion. Who would be trying to call me this early in the morning?

I roll my eyes as soon as I pick it up and see who it is, my good mood immediately souring. My screen shows twelve missed calls from Justin, it lighting up when he calls once again. I groan as I pick it up, already knowing that I'm not going to like what he says.

"What do you want?"

"Don't fucking talk to me that way" he all but yells, my eyebrows raising slightly at his tone. Something must have happened between him and Taylor again. Whenever they argue he likes to try and take it out on me.

"Whatever" I say with a sigh, holding it with my shoulder as I stoop down and start picking up my things, readying myself to leave. "Just tell me why you called."

"I need you back here."

That's all he says before the line goes dead, a long sigh escaping my lips as I reluctantly turn to face Jimin once more.

"I have to go over to Taylor's" I say quietly, watching as the excited look on his face dims. I bite my lip as he nods silently before walking out of the room, feeling bad for making him so upset. I sometimes wish that I didn't have to listen to what Justin says. I could never do that though. I made a promise to my brother, and Jimin alone won't be able to make me break it.

I follow him out and into his car, the awkward silence making me fidget in my seat. The whole ride to Taylor's is completely silent, my eyes glancing at his form from time to time. I can tell that he's upset, his hands tense as he drives.

"I'm sorry" I whisper softly as he pulls up in front of the house, feeling increasingly bad. He had been so excited to go, something that I hadn't seen from him yet. He nods and I sigh, leaning over the divider between us and turning his face towards me.

The kiss is soft, my lips barely pressing against his. It's actually really nice, it way different from the aggressive and lust-filled kisses that we have shared before. It makes my heart flutter in my chest a little bit, his hand resting softly on my cheek.

"I'll make it up to you" I say before smiling, it widening when he smiles back. I leave another chaste kiss on his lips before getting out of the car and waving goodbye, walking into the house without knocking after I watch him drive away.

"Who the hell was that?"

My smile is immediately gone, irritation replacing the giddy feeling I had before. I cross my arms and turn to face Justin as he glares heatedly at me, rolling my eyes at the jealous look on his face.

"That's none of your business" is my response. "Just tell me why you need me so I can leave."

"I have the rest of Namjoon's stuff, and I need you to meet him in the usual spot tonight."

That's all? I can't help but get mad as I remember how upset Jimin had looked when I told him I had to leave, my anger rising the longer I stare at Justin. I could have stayed. He didn't need me to come back just to tell me this bullshit.

"Now, back to my earlier question. Who was the guy that dropped you off?"

I scowl, "like I said before, it's none of your fucking business."

He growls before walking towards me, my bag dropping from my hands as he reaches out and grabs onto my face. The rage that brews inside of me is frightening, my hands coming up to claw at his wrist as he forcefully turns my head to the side.

"That's quite some hickey you've got there" he says in a taunting voice, him holding onto me tighter and making me hiss out in pain. "You get a new boy toy? Like the little slut you are."

He yells as I kick him in the shin, my eyes hard as I glare at him. He stumbles and almost falls as I push past him, going into his room before grabbing the backpack that he had set up for the trade tonight. I don't look at him as I go, simply pushing him again and actually succeeding in making him fall this time.

"Fuck you Justin. You're just jealous that I've found someone better."