Intimately Enchanted → pjm ✓

Chapter 2

"Where the hell are you taking me?!"

Jimin asked furiously, tapping at the staring wheel.

"Get out of here from the backside," Lorraine said while fastening her seat belt.

"What?"

"You heard me." She replied in an obvious tone.

"I'm not getting out of this party, leaving my bandmates and going with a stranger. Not until you tell me where on Earth are you taking me!"

"I assure your security. Now get out of here."

"No way in hell!"

She clenched her jaw and locked her gaze with Jimin's. The moment that happened, he felt a hot sensation spread in his chest. He gulped. She was so intoxicating. Not able to hold the stare any longer because of the heat spreading all over my body, he started the engine and looked at his front.

He looked back at her again. "But where-"

She gave him the same elegant cold look. He inhaled sharply, the smell of alcohol hitting hid nose.

"Where- D-do I have to drive now?" He breathed out. And fuck this wasn't the question. This woman knew how to bewitch people. She turned on the GPS of the car.

"Now, for the next ten minutes, do not disturb me."

"This is called kidnapping."

"I don't care," Lorraine said savagely.

In the next ten minutes, Jimin spoke nothing. The only voice that intruded was of the GPS lady, giving directions as he drove on the deserted road.

She was sleeping. Sleeping. How the hell did he end up in this situation? He revised everything. They talked, someone called her, she told him to follow her. And he did.

He didn't know why but she had something in her. As if she held the
power to make people do as she pleased.

He took a glance at her. She was so glamorous. Her movements were so charismatic and elegant. She was really born to be a fashion icon.

She's cold, well at least that's what Jimin figured out till now. He's watched her movies and heard about her legal troubles. Quite a lot. She's trouble with capital T.

Despite the air conditioner, the car seemed to get hotter and hotter by every second. Or perhaps it was his body.

She was sleeping beside him. He hardly met her and was already driving with her. Alone. In the dark streets of LA. He could take full advantage of the situation.

Obscene pictures of Lorraine on his lap, in this car, kissing him fiercely in a secluded corner came into his mind.

He snapped out of his thoughts as he heard some shifting beside him. She sat up straight.

"Lorraine..." Jimin paused, preparing himself for another sassy comment.

"Hmm?" 

He sighed. "Where are we going?"

"To the party."

An audible 'huh?' left his mouth.