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"Because you what?" She shook him by the forearm. Nonetheless, he shook his head, as if resisting the supple sensation inside him that forced a strangely effervescent churn inside his stomach. It infuriated him even more because he wasn't supposed to feel this way for her. "Let's hurry up, we shouldn't get late." He avoided her gaze, knowing that if he didn't, she would fascinate him, drawing him deeper into the emotions he wanted to walk away from.
He went away, entering a bathroom as she decided to fetch her things in the meantime, 'he's just so weird', she shrugged, heading into the closet to get a better look at the dress. It was a white satin off-the-shoulder dress with a compelling split front train. It was beautiful and elegant.
But she had been thinking about it because it was a long one. The clumsy persona inside her was screaming at the top of her lungs not to wear it, but she had to ignore it gradually. She went out, brought it herself with Jungkook, and she wasn't going to let it go to waste. "Oh, come on, it's so beautiful. Everything will be OK."
She was nervous not because of the party, but because Mrs Jeon had already called to tell her that they were going to introduce her to the media. Exceptionally, it would have happened sooner, but given that they were a family of higher society, if not notoriety, it isn't unreasonable to suggest they were late for the confession. But now that it has to happen, let it be, as she thought her palms become cold from overthinking.
"Fvcking hell," she paused her stream of thought when Jungkook's groans drew her attention. She turns around to see him stressing with his tie, as if it were something new to him, despite the fact that he does it virtually every day. "What's wrong?" He raised his head, with a scowl imprinted across his left brow, as if he were fighting a war inside the bathroom.
"This piece of shit just isn't cooperating," he grumbled as he strided inside the closet, approaching her. "What?" She wondered, before bursting out in a pit of tranquil laughter and drawing his gaze. "I thought you were fighting over demons," she chuckled, initially closing her eyes as he let go of his shirt as it draped open. 'Wait, it was unbuttoned the whole time?' She gazed over at him with the big gap in between, contemplating to herself.
"Stop acting as if you haven't seen me like this before," he mocked, his lips curled to the side, "I always sleep shirtless." He was an inch apart, staring at a jeffy, when he halted in front of her, "could you please tie it for me?" he questioned, and she shook her head in denial, amused him. "Why not?" "Because I know you're capable of doing it yourself." "But I can't do it today."he said, before turning back to her, "You do it every day," she replied back.
She glances at him for a minute or two before grabbing it from his hand and hanging it over his neck, pulling his head down to her level in an instant, making him gaze through his lashes. But her movement came to a halt in the middle of tying it, and she returned her gaze to him, saying, "I don't like it." She poked her index finger on his chest, "don't like what?" He asks her the same questions, wrapping his fingers around her.
