I had no problem preparing for the ball today. Everything was given to me by Jimin's mom. Whatever she has in mind, I'm sure her son will be pissed off.

I can see through Jimin's eyes, sometimes he acts like the way before but most of the time I know he hates me to the core. Who wouldn't?

As I put on the black formal halter dress that Mrs. Park has sent me, I stand in front of the mirror and stare at my reflection. I twisted my body and it showed how exposed my bare back was. No wonder why it feels cold in this dress. The ends of the dress touch the floor as it is too long. I grabbed the heels and was about to put it on when I remembered the incident on Andy's fashion show.

Silently, I sat on the bed and got lost into the oblivion. The event repeatedly played inside my head and it only stopped when someone knocked on my door. "Coming!" I half-yelled. Swinging the door open, the same lady who brought me my old dress greeted me with a smile.

Until now, I don't know how Jimin had the dress in his possession before. Perhaps, it was his intention to keep it or it just happens that my memories are now rusty. "Hey, Rachel. What's up?" That's what I remembered her name was.

"Ms. Austin, Mr. Park told me to assist you if you need anything while preparing for the ball," The sweet woman gave me a smile.

"Oh, it's okay. I can manage myself. Thank you, though," I politely declined for her help.

"Are you sure?" She asked once more and I nodded. "Then, please come as soon as possible in the living room. Mr. Park said that you'll be leaving at five sharp," She informed. After that, I gently locked the door and began applying my face with some makeup.

Once I finished doing my hair and powdering some cosmetics, I reluctantly put on my heels and wobbly walked outside. I'm currently worrying about how I will naturally go down the stairs without me swaying and falling.

As I placed my hand on the rail of the staircase, I saw Jimin standing at the swell step. He's wearing a black suit that emphasizes his god-like physique. His hair brushed up and made him sexier than ever.

He looked at me for a minute as if I was someone... precious, but then I immediately saw how the emotions in his eyes changed. "Are you done?" He asked and I bopped my head yes. "Cool. I'll get the car, meet me outside."

With that, he sprinted outside with his thumbs in his pockets. Sighing, I quickly took off my heels. To avoid tripping while I run down the stairs, I had to pull my dress up and rush discreetly. The moment I got outside the door, I rapidly slipped the heels back on my feet. Exactly, Jimin stopped the car in front of me. I tried so hard to hide the fact that my ankle just twisted while approaching the shotgun seat.

I put on a smile the moment I got inside the car and noticed how Jimin judged me with his small eyes. "What?" I asked.

He didn't answer my question but he leans forward while I did the opposite. At first, I was taken aback by his movement, not until he reached for the seatbelt on my side and put it on for me.

Once he retreated back to his seat, I took a minute to catch my breath before I forced a smile. Jimin is still staring at me with an unreadable expression, making me repeat my previous question, "What?"

"Nothing," He shrugged and turned his face at the direction of the road. "You look lovely," He complimented.

With that, he pressed on the gas pedal and his car zoomed out of the road along with my heart that managed to survive after it skipped so many beats.

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"Elise, let's go!" Jimin exclaimed. The door to my seat was hanging open for several minutes now but I can't seem to go out. I'm still worried about the heels. I looked at Jimin and he this arched brow on him the moment he began calling me outside. "Okay, fine. Stay here no matter how long you want, I don't really care."

He turned around and was about to walk away not until I called his name. "Hey, Jimin!" He turned his heels and practically glared at me. "Help?" I shyly smiled.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head before strolling towards my direction.  He offered his hand and I took it out of frustration.

As expected, when I stepped both of my foot outside, I almost fell flat on the ground. Instead, my body fell on top of Jimin's chest and the proximity of our faces got me flustered. Luckily, there weren't too many people outside that caught our mishap.

"I'm sorry," I apologized. I quickly got onto my feet once more and used the car as my support, but I failed. My bottom hit the hard ground and this time I felt the pang of pain traveling around my body.

"Elise!" Jimin called and went to my aid. "What's wrong with you?" He hissed and checked if I earned any scratches on my body. Once he reached my pumps, he quickly removed it and observed the wound on my ankle. "What happened?" Worry flashes all over his face which somehow thrills me as I assume about it.

"I don't know. I suddenly can't walk on heels." Embarrassment was shown on my face. Jimin clicked his tongue before he went towards the compartment of his car. Later on, he got back with a pair of slippers in his hands. He helps me put it on and I use him as my buttress to keep myself on the ground.

"Feeling better?" He asked and I bopped my head with a timid smile.

The charity ball is indeed as glamorous as I expected. The wine, champagnes, and most especially the foods looked really expensive. This is the first time that I attended a formal event on slippers. Nevertheless, I think I enjoyed it because it brings more comfort than I expected.

I thought Jimin's mom would be here but she's nowhere to be seen. But I'm truly grateful for her for giving me this night. Jimin unusually talks to me during the event. We chattered and laughed at whatever popped in our heads. We also interacted with some other guests and Jimin never removed my arm that was linked onto his.

In other words, I had fun. I enjoyed it despite the early adversities. I wish every day could be like this.

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Jimin's house stands proudly at dark even at two in the morning. He immediately went to his toom to rest while I hurried inside mine to take off my dress.

Earlier, I had a problem zipping it up on my own because I don't have my hook and yarn with me. I almost broke my arm for doing it. This time, I'm having difficulties with my dress as I zip it down.

I stand in front of the mirror and look at myself once more before I rip this dress off of me. Gently, I pulled up the skirt and my feet came into view. I'm still wearing Jimin's flipflops, it's big but at least it brings me comfort.

Smiling like a fool, I begin reaching for my back. Suddenly, I noticed how the door slowly swung open through the mirror. I turned around and greeted Jimin, who's now wearing a simple black shirt exposing his arm tattoos along with shorts, with an awkward face. "Hey, do you need anything?" I nervously asked.

His hand went to his nape and scratched it uncomfortably. "I just want to tell you that you can take a leave tomorrow. You must've been tired because of the ball. I'm sorry mom put you into too much work."

"No, no. It's okay, I actually had fun." I assured him with a shy smile.

"Oh, good to know then." He beamed back. We stared at each other for a while before he opened his mouth again. "Do you need help with your dress?"

My heart got out of my chest for a second there. "Yeah, sure." I turned around and showed him my back. What happened to the 'Who needs a man at unzipping their dress?', huh, Elise? I can't believe I'm now going against my beliefs.

I felt a weight behind my back and I began to hear the sound of the zipper. Once I sensed the cold air brushing against my whole back, I rapidly turned around. "Thank yo-u," I stammered.

"You still look lovely, flustered, and all." His hand reaches to the hair on the side of my face and gently tucks it in behind my ears.

My eyelids batted at an increasingly rapid speed. "You should rest. You had a l-ong day." I want to smack myself for stuttering too much.

He produced a deep chuckle as he looked at me. "I could spend the entire day between your legs, babe. I wouldn't mind."