Intimately Enchanted → pjm ✓

Chapter 6

Lorraine and Jimin talk.

They talk a lot. It's like a daily chore for her now, to talk with him for hours. Because he's so... attractive. He's that guy she imagines who's elegant and sophisticated but wild and crazy at the same time.

He's the guy she fantasizes about midnight driving in a Ferrari. Then stopping at the Hollywood hills to watch LA gleaming along with a bottle of beer and much laughter. Yes, they had decided on that too over their one of many late-night calls.

She even met the rest of his group on a video call ones.

Bad days are the ones when she can't talk to him due to her late-night shifts, same goes for him.

Today, she was exhausted. She was still on the set, it was noon and the heat was really going to be the death of her.

Lorraine was spoilt by her own money, and she worked her ass off to earn it. This day was the hardest day of her life, and this movie was the most challenging movie of her career.

There was just so much going around, the whole crew was restless, rustling here and there while she was gathering herself up to perform a stunt. Nothing new, same old, she'd jump off from eight feet set up with cords attached to her back.

Everyone was hurrying, someone in the mid of the rustling told her that was the camera was ready and she had to do the shot now. Some people adjusted the chords around her back.

"Comfortable?" The person, tightening the cords. Lorraine was never comfortable with those things but she nodded nonetheless.

"And...Action!"

She jumped from the height she was perched on, doing front-tuck mid-air but something was wrong. During the front tuck, the chords had tangled and before she knew, one of the chords was tearing away. She didn't even have the time to shriek before she fell slightly in front of the mattress down there.

Everything was hazy for a moment and there was a throbbing sensation on the bone of her eyebrow. People were running and yelling, someone came and made her sit, pressing her back against something.

"Call the ambulance!" There was Antoinette's distant voice.

Her hand automatically went to her forehead to soothe the pain, when she touched it with the back of her hand, there was blood. She winced at the burn her fingers had caused. She could feel the blood making a line from where her head was injured down her cheek and neck.

"Are you alright? Someone bring some cotton."

Lorraine nodded and someone handed her a water bottle.

Someone forced her to drink some water, someone fanned her even though she didn't need it. Someone wrapped a freaking towel around her for no reason.

She let out a shaky breath, hissing.

"It's fine, it's fine..the ambulance is coming."

Lorraine nodded and took the cotton ball from him, trying to clean the blood as lightly as she could.

She didn't know how long it took for the ambulance to come, after that everything passed in a haze. The stitches and all and now she was sitting on the hospital bed she was admitted in for a day.

She was bored, her injury didn't hurt for now. She got five stitches. Her assistant had gone to bring her 'exquisite cuisine', her assistant's words, not hers.

Lorraine was high maintenance, but she pampered herself with her own money so what was the problem. She was boujee.

Now she was bored. So she decided to call Jimin, silently wishing he'd be free because he usually picked up the call panting, she could say she did the same.

She video called him and he picked it up after a few rings. She couldn't see her at first because he was wiping his face with a towel, when he finally put the towel away, her breath hitched.

He was flushed all over and so sweaty, his hair was a mess as well. He was wearing a white t-shirt, she couldn't see the rest of it.

"I'm exhausted." He let out, exhaling a huge breath before drinking water from a bottle. She tried to ignore how his lips deliciously wrapped around the bottle.

He chuckled breathlessly at her, "I- wait what happened there? On your forehead?"

"I fell from some height during the shoot. The chords loosened while performing a stunt. Guess who's on break."

Jimin analyzed her for a moment through the phone then spoke with a playful smirk. "You're enjoying it, aren't you? You got a break because of the injury."

She giggled. "I am."

He chuckled, "take care of that."

They had a staring contest on the phone before Jimin broke into a snort. "I still can't believe you're like this. I had a completely different perception about you the first night we met."

"What were your perception about me, Mr Jimin?"

"The first night?" He laughed. "Hazy thoughts of steamy scenes..."

"That's from the second day!" She pointed while laughing along with him. "The first night."

He thought for a while before he spoke, "I was entirely enchanted. I still am." He gave a sheepish, almost shy smile before continuing. "You know what your aura holds, Lorraine, so I wouldn't describe it. Just know you were born to do what you're doing. It shows how much it runs through you."

She tried to hide her smile by looking down. He was talking about acting, about being a celebrity. And it hit because it was all she had ever had.

"Thank you." She replied wittily. He smiled sincerely.

There was some rustling from his side before he looked over at her. "Hey, they're calling me. I gotta go, bye."

"Bye." She said before the call ended.

He was right. The way he describes her is as if he's trying to read her, and to be honest, he was. There were many personas Lorraine could wear, she got paid for that.

But there were many, many things Jimin had to learn. And she didn't want him to learn those.

There it was, the small sense of fear brewing in her chest. Jimin was Enchanting, she didn't wanna leave him anytime soon. But he was just getting closer and closer to her.

He didn't know how she acted when she felt at threat. He didn't know what made her feel at threat. He didn't know she was fucked up, literally.