Eight Shots of Espresso | Na Jaemin

Chapter 23

You spent the first two days of the festival with your friends, going to every booth and trying out food you had never tasted before. All the exhaustion you felt before and during the finals were washed away. College life was indeed one of the most crucial yet have the most enjoyable activities.

On the night of the second day, you were a nervous wreck.

"I have nothing to wear!" you exclaimed as you rummaged through your closet, throwing fabric after fabric. The entire room was a mess and Giselle was accidentally hit by the skirt you just threw away.

"What do you mean you have nothing to wear? Your bed is literally full of your tops alone," Giselle told you.

"But I already wore all of those," you complained and sat on the floor in despair. You were struggling to find a comfortable yet chic outfit for tomorrow. You wanted to make it look effortless but well put-together at the same time.

"You have a date with Jaemin?" Giselle asked. You sharply turned to face her.

"How did you know? I mean it's not really a date but how did you know it's him?"

Giselle could only roll her eyes. She had been doing it since you started panicking about what to wear. "Doesn't take a genius to guess. Besides, I'm certain that Jaemin will still be happy to see you no matter what you wear. But if that bothers you a lot, I'll lend you my precious help. There's a magic trick I would love to share with you."

"Are you going to act like my fairy godmother or something?"

"Yeah, a fairy godmother who's an expert in layering."

In less than fifteen minutes, Giselle picked three different outfits for you, made from all the clothes you scattered all over the room.

"You do wonders, don't you?" you said.

"Expect only the best from me."

You tried out all of it but in the end, you chose the white long sleeved top underneath a brown knitted vest paired with a beige tweed skirt that reaches your mid thighs. She let you borrow her white beret hat and brown ankle boots.

"You look so gorgeous!" Giselle squealed and admired you like a masterpiece.

"Thank you fairy godmother!" you exclaimed gratefully and gave her a hug.

"You don't have to worry about the curfew, the magic will last as long as you enjoy the moment," Giselle said. "And you can go home with your prince if you want. Just use protection to avoid any unwanted results."

"Giselle!"

The third day of the festival came and Giselle left first.

Jaemin was waiting for you downstairs, leaning on his gleaming car. He looked good as always but this time, he put in an extra effort for you. He was wearing a beige polo with two buttons undone exposing the skin of his toned chest, tucked in a dark faded jeans, secured with a black leather belt. His hair was most definitely the highlight of his whole look. His jet black hair was swept back, exposing his forehead, with only a few locks of hair dangling. He looked like a prince in casual clothing and everything about him was mesmerizing.

Little did you know that he was just as mesmerized when he saw you. Both of you acted as if you didn't have a dinner date two nights ago. None of you had ever voiced your true feelings but you're getting the hints.

"You look gorgeous," you complimented him first. It came out to you naturally.

One simple compliment from you was enough to send him spiraling. Compliments always mean everything to him when it's from you, and you rarely do that.