Have You Fallen In Love, Yet? | TK

17.

Taehyung POV

"Really, man? A lingerie store?" I say, pretending to be innocent, raising my eyebrows and shaking my head slightly in disapproval.

"Yes, come on," Jungkook insists, his hand gently resting on my lower back, a mischievous glint in his eyes, but I remain rooted in place, steadfast in my decision.

"I will not go in there," I utter. "Take some girl."

"Why would I take a girl when I have you, doll?" Jungkook says, tilting his head. "Come."

With considerable effort and a persistent tug, Jungkook eventually manages to pull me through the doorway into the store. Right away, as we enter, the customers turn their heads in our direction, their eyes fixated on us with an intense curiosity. Feeling uncomfortable under their scrutiny, I quickly lean over to Jungkook, my voice a urgent whisper mixed with frustration, "Jungkook," I whisper-yell, "I don't like it when my people stare at me."

"Why are you looking at him?" Jungkook yells. His words pierce through the awkward silence, causing the customers to shift their attention elsewhere as I bow my head, cheeks flushed with embarrassment

With an assertive grip on my arm, Jungkook starts moving slowly, his gaze fixated on a seductive black lace set. "You like that one, doll?" he inquires.

"No, I don't. I'm man, y'know," I mutter. "Can we go now?"

"We can only go when you buy something," Jungkook says, his eyes glinting.

Refusing to give in to his persuasions, I firmly state, "I am not going to buy anything."

Undeterred by my resistance, Jungkook retorts with a confident smirk, "Yes, you are. Trust me, you'll look amazing."

"Why don't you buy something for yourself, huh?" I say, "since you seem so eager."

Unfazed by my suggestion, Jungkook asserts, "You're definitely getting something, doll, whether you agree or not."

"You're so annoying," I mutter. "After this, I'm going to buy another computer to start writing my book."

"Alright, doll," Jungkook chuckles. "Now, pick something."

"Fuck, I hate this," I state. "I absolutely hate this."

Seemingly unfazed by my irritation, Jungkook holds up a vibrant pink lingerie set, teasing, "How about this one? It would complement your rosy cheeks perfectly."

I mutter, my frustration evident in the curt tone of my voice. Scanning the racks for a suitable item, I frown upon noticing the abundance of feminine pieces. "Jungkook, these are all for girls."

Unperturbed, Jungkook responds, "Doesn't matter. I'm waiting, doll."

"Ugh," I whine. "That one," my finger indicating a red shirt among the questionable selection. The fabric, sheer and adorned with delicate lace patterns

"Just a shirt? I was thinking about a lingerie set," he suggests, causing my brows to furrow in disbelief at his audacity.

"You said you wanted me to get something," I say. "This is something."

"Go wear it, doll. I want to see if it fits you," Jungkook demands.

"I am not wearing that," I assert. 

"I'll make you wear it," Jungkook says.

Shocked and exasperated, I mutter to myself, "Oh my god," before taking decisive steps towards the fitting room. Locking the door behind me, I quickly strip out of my loose sweater and slip on the shirt, the fabric sliding smoothly over my skin. Turning around, I gaze into the mirror, feeling a mix of confidence and unease wash over me as I assess my reflection. "Damn," I find myself thinking, "I actually look good." However, a twinge of dissatisfaction creeps in as I notice a certain femininity in my appearance that doesn't quite sit right with me.