Intimately Enchanted → pjm ✓

Chapter 3

Lorraine went towards Ana with an inevitable sulk on her face. Ana was officially the biggest cockblocker of the planet.

"You know what you did was illegal right?" Lorraine said as Ana winked sheepishly.

"Illegal goes for your brother." She answered, handing Lorraine her phone. Lorraine smiled secretly at the mention of her brother, wearing the bathrobe a maid had handed her on the way before pressing the phone to her ear and walking away to the corner.

"I'm way too high for this, little one." She groaned out on the phone.

"Couldn't you celebrate your Oscar victory sober?" Her brother joked as she chuckled breathily.

"Don't act like the elder one, okay." She scolded playfully.

He laughed and as it died away, there was a comforting silence. Lorraine swayed at her spot, waiting for him to say something.

"You did it, Raine."

"I did it, Tom."

"It might feel like a new you, wouldn't it?"

"I don't wanna think about it today. Just wanna enjoy."

"Yeah, right. I love you and I wanna see that award with my own eyes."

"You should have been here." She said, missing Tom. She knew her couldn't be here, he was in London, playing his lawn tennis matches. "I miss you."

"I miss you too."

Lorraine laughed, followed by him. "Can we do the sentiments afterwards I'm really high for all of this."

"Yeah, yeah, 'Kay bye."

Lorraine cut the phone call, as she went back to the pool, she found out that Matt and Ivey had already left. Ana was still in the pool and Jimin was talking to someone on the phone. She decided to call it the best day of her life. Period. Before going to her room as well.

*

Jimin strode around the vast corridor of the penthouse, looking around for an empty room. After talking to Taehyung on the phone and failing to explain him why he left the party, he finally decided to go to sleep. A door opened and none other than Lorraine stepped out of a room. She was wearing a white bathrobe, her hair still wet.

Their eyes locked and for a second Jimin couldn't find his voice. She wasn't glammed up, she wasn't even doing anything yet Jimin felt intimately enchanted.

"I told you before. Stare lingers any longer I'll charge." Lorraine broke the silence, snapping Jimin out of his trance. He smirked.

"I'll probably pay this time."

He stepped closer, trapping her between the door and himself. Less than twenty four hours ago if someone would have asked him what he'd do if he met Lorraine Acker he would have given such a professional answer, as if giving it in an interview. And now he was smoking weed with Her, flirting shamelessly and drowning in how elegant she was.

He was infatuated.

One moment he was in a trance, in another his lips were on hers, electrifying his senses. His tongue was eagerly opening her mouth, teeth clattering and lips moving in an imperfect and heated rythm.