Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #52 Engagement Ring

 My feet were properly cared for, the soles of my pointed shoes heavily cushioned with inserts and bandages. Maids and designers rushed in and out of my room, rummaging through my wardrobe like scavengers for anything they could use to make me look presentable. It was a rather difficult task when nothing formal existed in my plethora of clothing. For once, I didn't mind dressing up. I was trying to dress to impress after all. I told Namjooon to meet me at the restaurant at eight.

For once, I felt giddy. My shoe clicked against the floorboards as suspense began to eat away at the edges of my mind. After an exaggerated span of time, I was finally ready. To no one's surprise, not a single article of color decorated my body. I wore a black silk blouse, a black blazer with black jeweled embroidery, and lastly, to really bring shock to all, black pants.

 My hair was slicked into intricate black curls, resting low against my face. My entourage included a dozen beautiful women, all dressed in extravagant dresses of scandalous virtue. Some were stylists, others makeup artists, the most vital members were secretaries and stenographers.

A few men, including the three I met in Taehyung's bedroom tagged along. We could practically throw our own party there were so many of us. Taehyung went as far as hiring a designated driver, even allowing me to ride in his favorite beige Porsche. Perhaps this was his sick way of apologizing for going bat shit crazy last night. Whatever the reason, I felt suffocatingly pampered. It was oddly refreshing. With a woman on both arms, we headed down the stairs of the mansion to each of our designated vehicles.

"Jungkook!" A woman called. At first I was sure it was one of the dozen that clustered around me. When I heard an aggravated huff, a smile pulled at the corners of my lips. Upon reaching the bottom of the steps, I shooed the women away from me and gazed up the stairs where a short woman scurried after me.

"Deary!" She panted. When she finally made it to the bottom of the stairs, she rested her hands on her knees to catch her breath. I chuckled endearingly as I rested a hand under her elbow. She finally straightened her posture. When we met eyes we both couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh goodness, look at my handsome boy!" She yipped joyfully. I grinned endearingly. For the past few month Mrs. Uim has been preoccupied with dozens of other households she is formally assigned to. It's been ages since we've been able to simply talk in comfort. I missed her dearly.

"You should wear this-" She held up my engagement ring. I frowned playfully, slightly disheartened by the reason she came all the way outside to stop me. She picked up on my displeasure.

"Oh come, dear, it's only one night. Besides, it's a beautiful ring." She shrugged. I looked at the silver ring in her palm, a large black jewel glistening in the moonlight. I sighed, plucking the ring from her palm and sliding it on my ring finger.

"Only because you asked so nicely." I grinned. She smiled widely. She looked at the many women that waited patiently to send me off.

"Look at you all dashing. A real bachelor, aren't you." She gazed at me endearingly. My heart began to ache. I wasn't accustomed to such gratitude. I used to take such comments for granted, it's been so long such compliments carried greater weight.

"I'll be late." I nudged her gently. She nodded quickly.

"Of course! We wouldn't want the guest of honor to be tardy, now would we?" She grinned. I climbed into the back seat of the Porsche. I looked back at her with a knowing grin.

"Shall I cut some time in my schedule for our academic endeavors." I winked. She understood immediately, already brainstorming numerous television series she could show me. She nodded firmly, playing along with the professional atmosphere.