Promise

1

"Rosie and Jisoo unnie, this is the last time I'm showing this move, you sure you ok about this?" Lisa said as she stretched her long limbs. Jennie leaned on my shoulder, her ankle is really starting to hurt her. I said in a really low whisper, "You know you can take a break right?" Jennie brushed her palms on her injured ankle, "I'm good London. It would heal in one or two days." "That's what you have been saying for the whole week. It won't heal itself if you don't rest properly." Before Jennie could answer me Jisoo rolled her left ankle. "Unnie! You okay?" we rushed to her, even Jennie limped to her too. Jisoo just smiled and said in the cutest ever tone, "I'm jisoo, I'm okay." the whole garage boomed with our laughter. I don't know what my life would be without these chipmunks.

I'm London, I'm almost 18. I'm an ambivert, only my friends (Lisa, Rose, Jisoo and Jennie) know what a mess I am. Our group has been super super tight since, i don't know, maybe forever. My parents died last year, since then my whole life has been revolving around my friends and my passion, dancing.

"Jisoo Ah! When will you remember to buy milk?" Jennie slammed the empty milk bottle on the table. "No, never." Jisoo said in her typical mannerism. "Unnie don't you think we are late for school?" Rose chimed in. Lisa smootged her skirt with her hands, "Think? We ARE late! Now would you move your lazy butts or shall I KICK IT!" we all got up. We know Lisa, if she says she gonna kick it, she definitely would!

(Right to left- Jisoo, Rose London[me🥰], Jennie, Lisa)

So we were almost running to our school, that's when a basketball hit my ankle. Lisa, Rose, Jennie and Jisoo were running and had no intention to stop, I mean I don't blame them, the teacher literally is the incarnation of a devil. I grabbed my ankle and sat down, I felt like screaming, but all I could do was wince in pain.
"London, Oh my God! We are really sorry!"
A really good looking boy, Namjoon ran towards me. Even tho he was a senior but we were good friends.
"Oppa, I'm fine I guess. It's just that the ball had hit me hard, but I guess icepacks would remove the pain."
I tried to smile, I forced a smile to be accurate.
"You got class right?" Namjoon said as he examined my ankles
I only nodded, he was once my crush. His husky voice, his mannerisms just gave me butterflies in the stomach. But when I confessed he just friendzoned me, which to be honest was better. I mean he is a better friend than a lover.
"V, since you are the one guilty. I think it should be you who takes her to her class."
"Oppa!"
"Hyung, I really am not feeling like taking her to the class."
I rose my eyes to see Taehyung, the most handsome one of their group. A playboy to be accurate. He was a year and half older than me. I know he was a jerk. His voice had something that whisked me to a world unknown. His shirt was stuck to his body due to all the sweat and his abs could be clearly seen. Namjoon just clenched his jaws and gave him a look which clearly meant, "STFU, do as I say before I beat yo ass up!" Taehyung just shrugged a bit and held my wrist really tightly. He was the arrogant one, Namjoon just waved at me, which I replied with a small smile. Taehyung on the other hand, had held my wrist so tight that I thought it was about to snap off.
"Easy there Mr.Playboy! I don't want my hand to snap off like a dollar store doll!"
Taehyung's grip got tighter.
"Don't call me that!"
"Or what are you gonna do? Kill me?" I playfully raised my brow. I was a bit flirty, can't deny
He dragged me into a small abandoned store room and locked the door. He pinned me to the wall, I saw his jaws tighten
"Do you doubt it? Are you really that dumb?"
"So it's a crime to call a playboy by his actual title now, huh? What's next? Paying a fine for breathing?"
"Don't you know how to shut up?"
"Don't you know how to talk to someone without pinning them on the wall?"
"Shut up!"He yelled and without missing a beat I said,
"Make me!" I bit my tongue, I shouldn't have said that. God! Where do I keep my brain this days? A devilish grin broke out on Taehyung's face. His voice became lower, that voice alone was enough to kill me,
"That's what you were wanting for so long. You got some nerves, I must say."
I was shook. I tried to talk but I couldn't, Taehyung's face was coming closer to mine. His lips were a centimetre away from mine. I shut my eyes closed, my lips were shaking. But Taehyung just chuckled and let me go. I was not expecting that! I couldn't manage my balance and fell done on the dirty ground. Taehyung just laughed till his eyes teared up. I felt disrespected, I somehow managed to stand up and just walked to the door. I was fighting with the doorknob, while Taehyung leaned on the dirty cupboard.
"Let me handle it, porcelain doll!"
"Don't call me that!"
"Sure, porcelain doll!"
I just crossed my arms. His emphasis on the word porcelain doll felt like a dagger through my heart. He tried to turn the door knob, but it didn't budge. I didn't mean to do so, but a laughter made its way through my throat,
"Mr. Playboy isn't that strong after all. Is he?"
"You won't stop calling me that would you?"
I made puppy eyes and shook my head sideways.
Taehyung just shrugged and said in a bored tone of voice
"Door's locked. You can stay the whole day here."
He said as he walked towards the small window and examines it.
"You are not planning to escape alone. Are you?"
"Wow you read my mind!" he said in a sarcastic way.
I smacked his hands and pulled him a bit lower (to my level) with the help of his collar and said in a whisper-shout,
"I'm stuck here for you Kim Taehyung! Don't you dare try to escape without me. Or else you don't know what I can do to you!"
He just brushed my hands off of his collar and whistled towards the window. Why do hot boys have to be a pain in the butt?!?!