As I begin to stir awake a pair of arms pull me back molding me to his frame. "It's too early. Stay."

While I want to remain in his arms comfy, secure, and warm I know I should get up and get breakfast started. "But Yoongi--"

"You're going to say something about breakfast." He groans for a moment. Then, it's like I can almost feel him thinking. "But, if I get up now I suppose I can help you with that. I just need--"

"Coffee first. I know, Bear." I turn and smile up at him.

After he paid homage to my body last night I had offered to do the same in return. I was drowsy, and while inexperienced I didn't want to be a selfish lover. He had shook his head though, able to register the fatigue I was failing to hide. "Tonight was for you, Honey." He had said instead. Then he helped me relocate my nightshirt and slipped it back over my head. The boy shorts I had been wearing I just simply replaced.

Now his eyes trace down my body, and while my nightshirt is anything but sexy I can tell his thoughts are lingering over the events that occurred last night. I guess that means that I really shouldn't wear this sleep shirt around him again unless I want him to revisit what transpired last night. I can only imagine there will be two cases where I won't desire that. When I'm sick, or when I'm on my period.

The morning goes by in a blur although nothing significant really happens. We have breakfast like normal, and disperse shortly after that. Because I have time to play with I go for a swim shortly after breakfast. Jk joins me, and while there is no way I will ever keep pace with him, having him just a few lengths ahead of me motivates me to push through the water like I mean it rather than giving some kind of lackluster attempt.

I frown at myself when I realize outside of breakfast I haven't seen Jimin today. During lunch I ask if anyone else has seen him. "He said he had something to do today." Tae responds. "And that he would be back sometime this afternoon."

I try not to frown in response. But, I'm not sure I have succeeded in this attempt. It's not my very first date ever; despite looking forward to meeting my soulmate I did have a couple of meaningless dates in high school before my parents' had passed with boys I can barely remember the faces, let alone the names, of. That doesn't mean I am not nervous about it. It is, after all, my first official date one on one with any of them. I am hoping that he hasn't for some reason cancelled and forgot to tell me about it.

Still a bit dejected after lunch, I go upstairs lament over the possibility that for some reason our date won't happen today. I don't let the worry consume me though. Instead I decide that I need to be prepared regardless so I double check on the outfit I planned. I had honestly put out two options, depending upon the weather. The first option was a lightweight green utility jacket and light casual button up blouse. The second was a heavier pink spring jacket paired with a pastel ombre sweater. Both choices I had decided to wear a pair of tan ankle boots and skinny jeans with. I double check the weather on my phone and decide that the sweater is probably the better option due to the temperature outside.

I go ahead and take another shower. The quick one after my swim was really just to remove the chlorine from my body. I linger underneath the pulsing spray of the multiple faucets. They really spoiled me with this shower. Luckily the shower in the pool house is a normal one, otherwise I am not sure how I would be able to deal with a regular shower in hotels once we are on the road again.

Once I'm out of the shower I decide to wrap myself in a terry cloth robe for the time being. Per normal it takes me a while to get through blowing dry my heavy curls. Once that is finished I debate for a few minutes on how to do my hair. While I would like to leave it down in all it's annoying, but luxurious glory that doesn't seem to be a smart move if we are out in public. I can't imagine there are many redheads floating around Seoul. Pair that with the security members that will be flanking us, and I know we are likely to draw even more attention. Luckily the jacket I chose to wear has a hood, so I can tuck it in the hood if need be. But that also means that I need to choose a hairstyle that will make that an easy endeavor. I quickly decide on a tight braid, while still leaving a couple of wispy hairs loose.

Then I pull out my cosmetic case. I don't often wear much makeup. Usually just a sheer water based foundation, concealer where necessary, translucent power to give the base coat a matte finish, and mascara. But today I decide to pull out all the stops. I quickly apply my foundation and concealer, although I don't really need to touch up too much other than shadows underneath my eyes that never seem to completely fade.

Before I purchased these cosmetics I did some research and it turns out that redheads with blue eyes supposedly tend to look best with neutral rosy shaded eyeshadow. So, I picked an eyeshadow palette that was strictly neutral tones leaning towards rosy hues. I dust some of my favored shade over my lower lid and the crease of my eyelid. Then I take a moment to study myself in the mirror before I decide that since we are going on a casual date I don't need anything more than that. I hover over my lip tints trying to decide which color will be both dressy and still casual. It only takes me a few moments to settle on a tube of lip gloss with a rose gold hue. But, I still stop for a second and frown at the tube before applying because I had realized that my cosmetics unintentionally sort of match my outfit. Then I shrug and continue with making up the rest of my face. Finishing off with flicking the wand of my mascara across my eyelashes.

I take my time getting dressed. It takes me a minute or two to get my skinny jeans on. The problem isn't the ankles or legs, although I do struggle with the tightness of the garment there too. No, the trouble I have is getting them over my hips. I have to do this two legged hop thing to get them up and over my hips and ass properly. If I weren't struggling the action would probably be quite humorous.

I grab my sweater and study it for a moment in concern. The neck of it is just wide enough that I only mildly worry for a moment that I might smear my makeup on the collar. Truthfully, I'm also concerned about more of my hair trying to escape my braid. Luckily, neither incidents happen which makes me breathe a sigh of relief.

I study my outfit in a full length mirror, minus the ankle boots, which I will put on before we leave. For the most part I prefer more rich hues against my skin, but Jiwoo insisted that I purchase this beautiful sweater. It wasn't that difficult to convince me though, because despite my personal preference clothing wise I also happen to have a weakness for pastel colors in general. I just used to demonstrate that weakness through plushies I would collect over the years (mostly when I was younger).

I sit down on my bed and glance at my clock. I still have about fifteen minutes. I'm not even sure if Jimin has gotten back from his excursion, whatever it had been. But, I also don't know if I am supposed to wait here for him, or if I should go downstairs. Within the next moment there is a knock at my door. I get up to answer it. I have a moment of deja vu when I am greeted by another floral arrangement.

This one, unlike the previous, is not just the daisies I typically would associate with my own name. There are also gerber daisies in both pink and a soft creamy ivory tone, some type of dark reddish pink rose that also reminds me of a carnation with the way it blooms, and twigs of baby's breath dispersed here and there. The bouquet is so big that I can't see the person delivering it, but I don't have to actually see him with my eyes to know that it's Jimin. I step aside and let him in and once he passes me I find myself somewhat shocked and momentarily frowning because of it.

He places the flowers on my desk and turns to me. When he notices my unintentional frown he frowns himself. "Daisy? What's wrong?"

I shake my head. Both to wipe the frown off my face and physically answer him. "Nothing. It's just.. I guess I got used to your blonde locks. Your natural black is going to take some adjusting to."

"Ah! Yes, well, I know I won't exactly blend in. But I figured doing this would make me at least stand out less."

He dyed it just because of our date? I can't keep this thought to myself. "Is that the only reason you decided to dye it?"

He shakes his head. "No, I've been considering doing it for awhile. Not to mention we will probably be getting new styles soon anyway. I figured at least until then I won't have to worry about having to get my roots touched up this way."

I find myself nodding. Not the most clever response. I am simply overcome by the butterflies fluttering in my stomach that have made an appearance both due to my nervousness regarding the date itself, and the fact that I have no clue where or what we will be doing.

He chuckles for some reason. "You liked my blonde hair didn't you?"

I shrug. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't. Don't get me wrong your dark locks are nice too."

He shakes his head with a grin still on his face. "Are you being dishonest with me, Daisy?" He teases. "Did you prefer the blonde?"

I shrug. "I don't know if it was a preference per se. I just know I liked it. Despite not being natural, the color somehow seemed to suit you."

He glances at the boots by my bed. "Are those what you are going to be wearing?"

I nod. I'm not surprised when he picks them up. "Thank you for the flowers by the way."

He smiles. "You are more than welcome. I realize it's early, but I figured we could at least go downstairs to say goodbye to everyone first."

I hadn't actually told any of them about our date. Not that I was keeping it from them. I just honestly figured they already knew. I figured it was highly likely that Jimin probably had already told them. When I find them huddled around the kitchen area talking with three members of their security team I realize I was right. I glance at each of my soulmates in turn to see if there may be any veiled jealousy among them. But, honestly all of them look happy. For me. For Jimin.

Joon turns to one of the members of security. Once again outside of Korain and Han-bin I am having trouble remembering all their names. He speaks in Korean but I know he is basically issuing a threat of sorts. Probably something along the lines of, 'if either of them come back damaged you will no longer have a job.'

I almost ask why Han-bin isn't coming along before I mentally answer my own question. Because he is more widely recognized than the others. These four tend to blend in more. I am curious why Korain isn't on duty though. Perhaps he is training Hye Rin so that she is well prepared for Saturday.