Wikigirl 2 //PJM

Chapter 21

The times that you had caught yourself looking at your reflection and thought of the word pretty to define you, were rare however you couldn't help but do so this time as you stood in your pyjamas, with full-on makeup that had taken you a while to pull off perfectly and a clean and neat hairstyle that you had created.

"If only I was as good as tonight at this, I would be causing traffic accidents as I pass by." You joked and left your laughter echo around the room, while in the background was echoing faintly the light instrumental music you had turned on to keep you company.

"I hope whatever attire he chose, fits the make-up." Just as you left those words to escape your lips, the doorbell went off, making your face lit up while you jumped in place and then rushed to go open it, expecting none other than Jimin.

However, as soon as you pulled your main door open and came face to face with the one that was at your door, you were left stunned in place.

There he was, with a black mask on that was made from a shiny material and was covering a big portion of his face, excluding his mouth. Long to his knees leather boots that had a golden line at the tip of the foot and black pants that were mostly covered by the semi-traditional in-style jacket that had knitted on it golden clouds and blossoming flowers. The length of the jacket was what made it resemble a Hanbok, along with the way it was styled around the collar of his neck, with the only distinction being how on his waist down, the fabric was cut at the sides and the front, letting it appear so flowy and elegant on him.

"Will you stay there and stare for long, or-" He spoke up as a smile tugged at the corner of his lips, then he lifted his hand, to show you the bag he was carrying that contained your attire. However, as he did so, all you noticed was the leather black gloves he had on, that didn't cover every finger of his, as they were made unnaturally. They were looking great on him regardless.

"How can I not stare, you look like you came out of some kind of semi-fantasy historical novel."You uttered truthfully as you made way for him to get on and once he did and you closed the door, he proceeded to take off his mask and wink at you.

"Stop flattering me. It will get to my head." He admitted before he giggled a bit and went on further inside, with you following behind him.

"As if you don't already have way too many illusions in there." You retorted in an attempt to bother him on purpose so when he instantly shot around and gave you an exaggerated scoff the proceeded to place his free palm over his chest, looking hurt, you couldn't help but crack up.

"You dare imply I am not good-looking? Do you need glasses?" He couldn't help but pretend like he got mad after, his eyes squinting on you just as he left the big bag to rest on the table and waited for you to collect yourself.

"You will ruin my make-up. Stop making me laugh." You scolded him, ignoring his question and approaching him in order to get the bag.

"It doesn't matter even if you deny it. Last time I checked you wanted to kiss my jawline." He purposely brought that up as he left his hand trail down his jawline, making sure you see it well now that you were closer.

"Shut up! I just didn't have anything else to choose. Ain't like you have many appealing things on you." Just as you left those words to roll out of your mouth, you avoided eye contact, for not even you believed what you said.

He had more than plenty. He had great physic, defined muscles and pretty smooth skin. A flawless face, a hypnotising pair of eyes that had their duality and a small nose that fit his face perfectly. A visibly sharp jawline and a side profile that could quickly get anyone's attention. To not even mention his lips, which were so plump and defined that made you envious of him.