Reflection | PJM

12| wait*

You frantically rummage through your drawers and closet looking for something to wear to Jimin's place.

You toss dresses on the bed. Is this too forward? Should you get fancy?

You move all your sneakers out of the way. You definitely don't want to look ordinary.

You decide on a loose, silky maxi dress covered in leopard print. The back is open with thin criss-crossed straps and it has a slit on the side of your leg. It's sexy but comfortable.

You slip your feet into black mules and hang a small black crossbody bag on your shoulder.

Your hair was twisted into a bun during your shower. As you take the hair tie out, your hair falls into loose curls around your shoulders.

You don't put much effort into makeup, as you don't want to seem too pressed for the "date," if you can even call it that.

You open the GPS on your phone and input Jimin's address. It says he lives near the dance studio so you begin the familiar walk.

When you reach the address on the GPS, you do a double take at the building. It's luxurious. He must live in a condo.

You call Jimin while you stand outside, unsure how to get to his exact location. He agrees to meet you outside and bring you up.

You hang up the phone and check out your reflection in the glass window. Hopefully he's looking dapper so you won't feel foolish for dressing nicely.

Then you see him.

He skips across the marble floors in a loose white button up shirt and slim black pants. His hair flops on his forehead each time he takes a step. He's so handsome.

You meet him at the door which he opens from the inside. He bows to you. "You look beautiful."

You tuck your hair behind your ear, nervous. "You look great, too."

He leads you to the elevator and punches the button for floor 17. You look up at him. "I had no idea you lived in a place like this."

He smiles shyly. "I've been working since I was 12 so I have a lot of money saved."

As you reach the door to his condo, you drop your jaw in awe at the large golden door and crystal knocker.

He turns the knob and allows you to enter first. You look around and feel so embarrassed that he's been inside your shabby apartment.

The color palette is rich with ivories, yellows, and reds. You walk down the corridor and through the living room to the balcony and look out over the view of Seoul from the 17th floor. It's breathtaking.

You place your hands on the rail of the balcony and inhale the fresh air. The world feels different from up here. You feel hopeful.

Jimin stands close behind you. "I'm glad you're here."

He places his hands over yours on the rail. You close your eyes as you feel his body pressed lightly against your backside.

Your adrenaline skyrockets thanks to the beautiful night and the gentleman you're spending it with. You're feeling risky.

You slide your hands out from under his and turn around to face him. You lift your chin and lower your eyelids as you subtly beckon him for a kiss. He understands and kisses you sweetly.

His thick lips stroke yours, and he lightly licks your strawberry lip balm.

His patience results in your eagerness. You place your hands on his back and pull him into you. You run your fingertips along the length of his back and he makes a small growling sound.