Intimately Enchanted → pjm ✓

Chapter 8

Lorraine stepped into the luxury Ana had booked in Las Vegas. Her friends, or should she say 'party friends' along with her reached her safely and Jimin came an hour later than them.

To her surprise, his look was changed from the last time she saw him. Her hair were dyed silver now and was wearing casuals. It was hilarious how hard he was trying to not get noticed. Thankfully, he reached to the hotel unnoticed.

She had insisted her friends to take him with them because she wanted to see him badly, Duh.

Not that they didn't want to tag him along, the last time he had came there was a blast to the party. They had all enjoyed his company and all but there was this feeling to Lorraine, she felt jittery all over.

She dozed off in his thoughts, it was happening quite a lot these days. He is contagious. In a healthy way or not, she didn't know.

Sure he'd be less toxic than me.

She rolled her eyes at herself, shrugging off the thought and beginning to get ready for the club. Why did Ana want to come here if she just wanted to go clubbing?! She's an idiot. She always wastes time.

Lorraine took a shower before wearing her outfit which was a black cocktail dress which hugged her body perfectly well. She was used to it.

She started doing her hair and makeup hurriedly because she had took too long in the shower.

Maybe after fifteen minutes of her recklessly trying to do a smokey eye, the doorbell of her hotel room dinged.

"C' min."

Still focused on curling the last bits of her hair, she didn't give a glance at the door to acknowledge the person whose footsteps resonated through the room unless the person itself halted behind her.

It was Jimin. His freshly dyed hair were pushed back, showing off his forehead. Wearing some tight jeans, ripped from the thighs to show off his milky skin underneath along with a white shirt and a black jacket over it. He looked so effortlessly stunning.

Lorraine's mouth felt dry. She could say she had seen him in almost every looks now. During their video calls, he looked as much of a disaster as her. Sometimes in bed, sometimes exhausted and sweaty all over. Sometimes in the middle of the shoot.

"You look beautiful." He admitted, cutting the train of her thoughts. She averted her gaze back at herself through the mirror. And yes, she had to admit she looked beautiful, mentally face palming herself for being so self absorbed.

"I know."

He chuckled, amused. "You kept your deal, making me sneak out again."

At that Lorraine pursed her lips, to say the least she was annoyed.

"This," she started. "This isn't called sneaking out. It's supposed to be fun. You don't sneak out in the middle of your shoot! I hate Ana–"

"Calm down, lady."

"No, Ana is so childish. Always. She has to do something utterly non sense to piss me off."

"Okay, Lorraine, bet I'll make it worth it then." He said with a small smile playing at his lips.

She stood up and that's when the tension kicked in. A thick silence flooding the room as they stared at each other, senses numbed and thoughts fuzzy.

He had this effect on her. He was always so charismatic. His very presence sent jolts of electricity down her spine. Something in the back of her mind told her that he was exactly like her. The closer she got to him the more she figured that out. He craved things she did, money, fame, success, dignity. They chased it like crazy.