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𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙉𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙔 𝙁𝙊𝙐𝙍: 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙉 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙋𝙍𝙄𝘿𝙀
"WEAR WHAT YOU WANT." Not "wear something pretty" or "sexy". Jungkook asked her to wear what she wanted. He didn't specify where they were going for this surprise date of theirs. Seemed Jungkook was feeling spontaneously affectionate tonight, not that he wasn't any other night. It was the idea that they couldn't love each other if they didn't know each other that got him. He loved Andrea to the moon and back and though he may not know every little detail about her. Every mole and freckle, the varying shades of dark whiskey and golden champagne of her skin. Not everything was known but he'd come to know them over time.
Andrea took his words with discomfort over the idea of wearing what she wanted to wear without regard for the opinions of those around her. She looked at what he was wearing, black dress pants and a white button-up never. He seemed to be deadly allergic to buttoning his shirt up fully, too concerned with looking sexy than to actually wear his suit as he's meant to. She can assume they're going somewhere formal, maybe even a bit fancy. Nothing worse than snooty, self-important, old white people to surround herself with.
"I don't want you to worry about other people for once. If anyone wants to says anything, I've got you." A proven fact that people were less likely to approach a woman for any reason if they were with a man. A bit fucked up admittedly, but it only meant that they were less likely to be bothered while they were out.
With that, he left the room to allow her to get dressed. He had shown up at her house in the suit, used the copy of the housekey she had given him to suddenly declare their outing.
Jungkook let her do whatever it was girls did to look magical during their dates. Andrea evenly balanced wearing sweatpants all the time but dressing nice while maintaining her comfort. He waits to see what she'll wear. He presumes something loose fitting without compromising the look of it on her frame.
He doesn't expect the dress she comes out in, however. It's never truly crossed Jungkook's mind that she's never worn anything particularly "feminine". Always something unisex (which really just means for men, let's be honest).
Jungkook, once sitting lazily on her couch with his right leg crossed over the left and his face buried in his phone, was now gazing at her. She's wearing a maroon dress that compliments the accents of her skin in such a specific way. The fabric isn't too tight, offering some folds and wrinkles but not nearly enough for Andrea to feel completely comfortable. She had to tuck, giving her the temporary illusion of a mostly flat front like she's always wanted. But it's still there, not gone, just hidden. Hell, she'd settle for the smooth nothingness between her legs like those Barbie dolls have.
Jungkook's eyes resembled stars. He was mesmerized by her, by her blatant femininity. He finds it so incredibly hard to believe anyone would try to deny her womanhood when she looked like...her. The only version of her he's ever known.
