A pounding echoes throughout the room, waking me from my slumber. I open my eyes and close them immediately again as I'm blinded by the bright screen of my computer.
I must've fallen asleep in my studio. Great.
Squinting my eyes against the light, I power down my monitors. The room descends into darkness, giving my eyes a rest. I close my eyes again, ready to go back to sleep.
A loud thudding sounds around me, ruining any chances I had at falling back asleep. I remove my fallen headphones from around my neck and set them on the desk in front of me. My whole body screams in protest as I stand from the chair.
Note to self: Never sleep in here again.
I knew I would ignore that mental note. I always do. This wasn't the first time I had fallen asleep in here, and it surely wouldn't be the last. I had a tendency to work until exhaustion overtook me. I walked through my apartment, rolling my neck to attempt to get the kinks out.
I throw open the door and am met with the sight of an irritated Jimin.
"Ah! Yoongi! Finally, I've been knocking forever."
"What are you doing?" I ask, rubbing my eyes.
He looks at me, confusion filling his eyes.
"Well, you said that you wanted to leave around 9. So I was ready, but then you never came so I was worried."
My eyes shot open as his words sank in.
Oh shit. The trip.
"What time is it?" I ask, the words coming out in a rush.
Jimin checks the watch on his wrist, "10:13"
"Oh my god, I'm late."
"Yeah you are," he agrees. I can hear his irritation in his voice, but I can't dwell on it this moment.
His eyes go wide as I grab his arm and drag him into my apartment.
"What are you doing?" He asks as I close the door behind him.
"I'm not ready at all. And it would be rude of me to make you wait in the hall," I turn and start to walk towards my bedroom, "so come on in."
I can hear his soft footsteps following behind me, but they stop once we reach the living room. I rush into my room and go directly into the bathroom. I strip all my clothes off and jump into the shower. I wish I had more time to let the hot water work it's magic on my sore muscles, but honestly I barely have time to wash my hair.
I step out and dry off quickly. I grab my toothbrush and brush my teeth with one hand while trying to maneuver on my underwear and pants with the other. I manage to get the underwear on, but the pants are proving to be a bit more of a struggle. Spitting into the sink, I finish brushing my teeth so my hands are completely free. I slide on my pants and run a brush through my hair.
I look around for my blow dryer, but see no sign of it. I try to recall the last time I saw it.
That's right! It's in the other bathroom.
I move quickly through the apartment, coming to the living room. Jimin's eyes land on me and his mouth drops a little. I want to question why he's looking at me like that, but I don't have time right now. I stalk into the guest bathroom and grab my blow dryer.
"Uh, Hyung?" Jimin's words draw my attention to him. My gaze settles on his slightly red tinted cheeks.
"Yeah?"
"Uh, um. Your shirt…. Where is it?" He asks, stumbling over the words.
"What do you-" I glance down at myself, only just now noticing that I don't have a shirt on. "Oh. You're right."
My eyes land on his as he looks me over, my face heating at the intense look in his eyes.
"Just give me a few more minutes and we can get out of here," I say, needing to get away from that stare.
I almost sprint back to my bathroom, slamming the door behind me. I lean back onto it, my heart pounding as I recall the look in Jimin's eyes as he looked at me. I wanted to deny the effect it had on me, but I couldn't. I knew Jimin was starting to mean something to me, and it scared me a little.
Taking deep breaths, I try to compose myself. Once my heart rate was back under my control, I plugged in the dryer. I watched in awe as the mint strands danced around my head. My eyes travelled down to my red cheeks, my free hand coming up to stroke the skin. I stood still for a moment, letting all the colors of my features sink in. My brown eyes, the pink-tinge to my lips, the paleness of my skin. It all amazed me.
Once I deemed my hair dry enough, I threw on a shirt and gathered the rest of my stuff in a hurry. I ran over a check list quickly in my head making sure I didn't forget anything. I close my bedroom door behind me and go back to the living room.
"Okay, we can go now," I call out to Jimin. He stands as I pass the couch on my way to the front door and follows behind me.
"So are we renting a car or what?"
"I have a car," I state. I stop in the entryway to grab the small set of keys off the wall. I slip them into my pocket as Jimin continues to talk to me.
"Oh, I've never seen you use it so I just assumed…" he trailed off, embarrassed.
"It's okay. I don't go many places in it, so it makes sense you wouldn't know about it."
He smiles at me as we walk out the front door, which I pull shut and lock behind us. I walk down the hallway, Jimin's quiet footsteps falling in step with mine as he comes to walk by my side. I throw the door to his apartment a quick glance as we pass it, remembering how much time I spent in front of it last night. When we're a few steps passed the door, we hear a shout behind us.
"Hey guys!"
We both turn toward the sound. Taehyung and Jungkook's heads are popping out of the door, smiles spread wide across their face.
"Have a safe trip, love birds!"
They quickly duck back in and shut the door before we have the chance to respond.
"Ah, those guys," Jimin grumbles, his cheeks turning red.
"Let's just go," I say, turning and walking away before Jimin can catch sight of the redness in my own cheeks.
We walk in silence, our footsteps the only sound as we make our way down to the lobby. I move to the door across the hall from the stairwell, holding it open as Jimin walks through it.
"Where does this lead to?" He asks, his words bouncing off the concrete walls around us.
I walk down the short flight of stairs, Jimin following closely behind me.
"Parking garage."
"Our building has an underground parking garage?" Jimin asks in awe as we step into the open space.
"Mhm. But no one really uses it," I gesture to the lack of cars in the space, "As you can obviously see. I think it's only me and 2 other people who actually have cars."
I walk towards my car, the outside covered with a tarp to keep the white paint from getting dusty down here.
"So why don't you just park out on the street?"
"It would draw unnecessary attention," I state matter-of-factly as we come to the vehicle. I grab ahold of the tarp as Jimin talks.
"What do you-"
I rip the tarp off, cutting his question off as he takes in the sight of my car. His eyes go wide, his mouth dropping in awe.
"Oh my god," he breathes out, his eyes raking over the sleek exterior of my car.
I leave him to his fangirling as I move to the front of the car and pop the trunk open, the latch giving way with a small click. I flap the tarp, dust flying off of it, before folding it and stowing it away in the trunk. I open the door, turning to look at Jimin who still hasn't moved from his previous spot.
"Are you coming?" I ask.
He jumps at the sound of my voice.
"Oh, yeah, of course," he says. He moves slowly towards the car, apprehension written all over his face.
"It's not gonna bite you, Jimin. It's just a car," I laugh, the sound echoing back to me.
"I- I know that!" He defends, his face reddening slightly. He opens the door and we both slide in. Jimin glances around the interior of my car. From the black leather seats to the all glass roof, all of it seeming to captivate him.
I start the car, causing the touch screen on the front to light up. Jimin's eyes land on it, going wide.
"Is that a touch screen? In your car?"
I giggled at the awe-struck tone of his voice.
"Yeah, it's a bit much isn't it?"
"No way! It's awesome. I want one. How much did this cost anyway?"
"Do you really want to know?"
He nods his head so vigorously that I'm afraid he'll give himself whiplash.
"Okay, okay." I look out my window, suddenly interested in the gray concrete surrounding us. "It cost ₩144,632,250."
A gasp filled the car, bringing my attention to my passenger. Jimin's mouth had dropped a bit and he remained speechless. I waited for him to say something, but he had no response. Sighing, I put the car in gear before turning to the speechless boy beside me.
"Should we go then?"
