INTERRUPTION {MYG}

Part 28

"Hold the fuck up, you look gorgeous!" I exclaimed, upon laying my eyes on Mila.

She adorably giggled and rolled her eyes. "Shut up, idiot. Look at you!"

Mila donned a floor length off the shoulder gown that was white and shimmered beautifully under the lights. A high slit on her left thigh was present and the gorgeous dress had a small train behind her as she walked. Her hair was parted in the middle and slicked behind her ears, with the rest of her hair curled in soft, flowing rings. Absolutely beautiful.

I was wearing a floor length forest green gown that was body fitting and accented my curves flatteringly. It had a low V-cut neckline attached with thin straps and along the fabric, small black flower designs that reflected in the light dotted the material, creating a beautiful picture. For my hair, I styled it in a low bun and curled some of the front pieces to frame my face.

We both showered each other with compliments, but they were well deserved. We were dressed to the nines after all at Yeonjun's fraternity's winter ball. He and Heeseung had invited all of our friends to their end of the semester winter ball after our dance performance and we, of course, accepted on the spot.

"Okay, ready? I believe the boys are downstairs," I grinned nervously. I hoped Yoongi liked how I looked.

She extended her elbow and I grabbed on. "Ready."

Mila and I descended the marble staircase as gracefully as we could because we both agreed we wanted to turn heads and make statements. Our plan was proving successful as we noticed a few people looking up towards us and unable to look away.

We were starting to get discouraged, however, as we couldn't find Jimin or Yoongi in the crowd and we were almost at the bottom, until two figures made their way to the foot of the staircase awaiting us. I squinted my eyes, confused, because one had midnight blue hair and the other had platinum blonde.

I almost lost my footing when I realized who they were.

"Is that—?!" Mila whispered, alarmed.

"Yes... I think so," I breathed.

"Ladies," the man with midnight blue hair greeted full of charm. "W-wow..." His eyes trailed all over Mila from hee head to toe and I swear I saw him drool.

The blonde remained speechless with huge, saucer-like eyes. His mouth slightly ajar.

"Jimin," Mila beamed. "Your hair! I— You— Wow."

This snapped the boy with midnight blue hair out of his trance. "Thank you, baby," he winked and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "You look absolutely fucking gorgeous."

"Damn," Mila giggled.

"Y/N," the now blonde Yoongi began. "I- I- you-"

"Any day now, grandpa," Mila teased with a smirk.

Yoongi glared at Mila and then composed himself. "Clearly, I don't have the right words to express myself, but Y/N, you look incredible. I'm so lucky."

I swore my pupils were shaped like hearts the way I was staring at my boyfriend. "Thank you... Yoongi, you look amazing yourself. I absolutely adore your new hair."

"Thank you, love. I was hoping you'd like it." Yoongi grabbed my hand and pulled me next to him. His cologne filling my senses and made me dizzy.

"When and why did you guys dye your hair!" Mila gave a short laugh.

"Just yesterday. We figured you two would arrive looking breathtaking and we knew we had to do our best to look worthy for your arms," Jimin smirked.

"Mission accomplished." I blushed at Yoongi. He was the most attractive man I had ever laid my eyes on.