Sweet Like Candy | p.jm ✔

| chapter 3 |

I wake up to the sun shining on my face. I get up to aggressively close the curtains on my big window, blocking the sunshine. I hate the bright sun in the mornings. I'm not a morning person what so ever. Wake me up, and I'll bite your hand.

I shuffle my feet to the bathroom, and take a shower, wash my face, brush my teeth, dry my hair, and apply light makeup. I pull my hair into a neat bun, letting my bangs hang down.

I walk into my room with my towel still on, and walk to my closet, and pick an outfit.

I change I to my outfit, content with how I look, and head downstairs to make myself breakfast. I notice the maids aren't here this morning, which I'm okay with. I love my maids, they're my friends, but I don't like having maids and housekeepers take care of me. It's annoying at times.

I make myself some eggs, bacon, pancakes, and coffee, heading to the table once my breakfast is ready.

I eat my food, cleaning off my dishes afterwards. See? I'm capable of taking care of myself. Tsk.

I grab my keys, driving myself to work, since I didn't feel like talking to anyone. It's Friday, and I don't have work on the weekends, so one more day. One more day.

I pull into the parking lot, park my car, and head inside, and to the elevator.

I step inside the elevator, only to see Jimin standing at me.

"Do you think you could put your eyeballs somewhere else?" I say, shifting uncomfortably.

"When it's you in front of me, of course not," he says, still staring, making my cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

Pressing the button for floor 48, I step back, standing beside Jimin.

The elevator is filled with silence, until Jimin breaks it, "How about...you go to dinner with me. Tonight."

"N-"

"Great, I'll pick you up at 9."

Seriously? Gross. I don't want to spend my night with him, after what happened last night. He gives off some sort of vibe, but I don't know what kind.

I look over at him, with him still looking at me, eyes locking.

We stay like that for a minute, until I hear a "ding!"

" I-we should pro-probably get o-out, " I say, looking away from him, and staring at the open elevator door.

"Sure," Jimin says, walking past me, with a smirk on his face.

I sigh, walking behind him, going to my office.

Time Skip

Your P.O.V

It's 8:30, and I take a shower, dry my hair and curl it into loose curls, slip on my black evening dress, apply makeup, and put on my shoes.

At about 9, I hear a soft knock on the door.

I open the door to see Jimin standing there in a nice black suit. He looks hot as fuck- ohmygod no.

"Hm, you look good," he says, looking me up and down.

"Stop it, now lead the way," I reply, following him to his car.

He opens the door for me, and I get in, closing the door, he walks to the drivers seat, starts the car, and begins to drive.

"Now, why the hell don't you have a driver? Why couldn't he drive you? Is he off?" I say, questioning Jimin on why he has to drive. I don't trust him to drive.

"Day off. Besides, I like driving anyways, I like being in control," he turns and winks at me, and turns his head eyes back to the road.

"Why tonight? I could have been sitting in front of my fireplace, drinking tea, instead of this. I could have better things to do."

He places his hand over his heart, pretending to look hurt,
"Ouch. I'm sorry I wanted to take you to get something to eat. Would you rather starve than eat with me?"

"In a way," I mutter under my breath, looking down, with th hands in my lap.

We finally arrive at the big ass restaurant, hopping out of the car. We pull up to the front, getting out. Jimin tossed the keys to the valet worker, "Follow me, darling"

We go inside to see tables everywhere, and people laughing, and enjoying their meals.

Jimin leads me to some stairs, and we walk up them, leading us to a room, with a door. He takes out a pair of keys, and we enter the room.

The small room has a table in the middle of it, couches and comfortable chairs around the room, the lights a warm linen, making the room a light brown tint.

"Oh," I say, stunned to see such an elegant room.

"Nice, right? I bought this room a few years ago, but haven't used it until now," he said, taking my hand, and leading me to the table.

"The things money can buy you.." I say under my breath, lightly pulling my hand away from his.

We sit down at the table, I picked up the menu, picking what I want. A salad. I want a salad. Basic, yes, but looks amazing from what the pictures show.

A waiter comes and takes our orders, "A salad, please."

"Really? Out of all the choices you pick a salad?" Jimin says, looking at me like I'm crazy.

"Yeah? I'm sorry I didn't order the most expensive steak here," I say, rolling my eyes.

He pulls out a bottle of champagne, and two glasses, placing them in front of both of us, and pours it into both glasses.

"Hm. You look nice tonight," he says, looking at me from the other side of the table.

"So I've been told."

"I have a feeling you don't like me. What did I ever do to you do make you feel this way towards me?" He asks.

"Is that so? Where shall I start? High school maybe? Maybe if your friends weren't such dicks, maybe I wouldn't act so cold to you. You've changed Jimin, for the worst. You began to bully me because I was ugly? Is that it? Being called disgusting names isn't something you want to go through. But you don't understand," I say, looking into his eyes the whole time.

"I need to leave. Goodnight Jimin," I say, standing up from my chair, only to hear nothing from his mouth. Not a single sound. Nice to know I can shut a guy up.

Jimin's P.O.V

I see y/n walk out, and I feel nothing but guilt. I don't do so much as make a sound. My heart felt heavy. I was a jerk to her, and I expect her to forgive me? What a joke.

If only she knew why.

LMFAO THIS SUCKS. i'm too lazy to correct any spelling of grammar mistakes, so read it as if the grammar is correct. it's almost 9 pm on friday, and start my first day of high school on tuesday. yo, wish me luck.