Butterfly

15. The Date

"You got plans for while I'm gone?"

I glance up from where I'm texting with Jimin on Sandra's bed, watching her mess with her hair. "No, not really. Just kind of hanging around."

"You won't be lonely, will you?"

I grin. "I'm fine, Sandra. Go on your date with the hot doctor."

She rolls her eyes, throwing a shoe at me, and I duck, laughing.

"I never said he was hot!"

"If you're going out with him, he's got to be." I grin at Sandra. The doorbell rings and she rushes for her purse, turning toward me.

"How do I look?"

"Great. I'd put on my second shoe, though." I toss it to her and she grins, slipping it on.

"Uhm, don't wait up for me."

"As in, you won't be home tonight?" I raise my eyebrows at her suggestively, laughing at the look on her face.

"I'm going to hit you with my shoe again."

"Well, you missed the first time, so - ow!"

Sandra laughs, picking up her shoe from where it ricocheted off my shoulder. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"As in, just getting back from his place? Because please don't take him back here!" I call after her and she picks up another shoe from the floor in the hallway, throwing it over her shoulder at me before she disappears.

I pick up my phone from the bed again, then realize it's six fifty already. I hurry to my room, dressing quickly, and there's a tap on the door at exactly seven.

"One minute." I rush into the living room, searching for my shoes, then remember Sandra threw one at me earlier, hurrying to her bedroom. I can hear Jimin chuckle through the door.

"You know, I considered telling you six fifty-five so you'd be ready at seven."

"Asshole." I slip on my shoe, opening the door, and Jimin laughs at me.

"Is it accurate though?"

"No." I lock the door behind me and Jimin wraps his arm around my waist casually, pulling me to walk with him.

"I think it is."

"Uh-uh." I smile slightly as he presses a kiss to my lips, pulling away. "Where are we going?"

"Ah, nowhere really, I just thought we'd grab food."

" 'Grab food.' Wow, you make it sound so appealing."

Jimin chuckles. "All right, we'll dine on fine cuisine from my preferred restaurant."

"I didn't even think you know the word cuisine."

Jimin pulls his arm back from my waist, shooting me a glare, and I laugh at him. "I'm sorry, that came out wrong."

"Did it now."

"Yes."

He rolls his eyes, slipping his hand into mine, the evening air cool. "I'm going to ignore you until we get there."

"How far is it?"

"A couple blocks, I figured we'd walk."

"Eh, I can survive that."

He glares at me and I grin up at him. "I'm joking, Jimin."

"Mhm." He raises an eyebrow playfully and I laugh a little. We walk quietly for a minute, and I'm painfully aware of his hand in mine, his fingers gripping my hand gently. It's a weird feeling.