Anti-romantic | Jungkook

Chapter 31

Jungkook walked to her apartment, trying to find the most comfortable way to place his shirt and jacket to move naturally. The last time he wore that type of suit... Actually, he couldn't quite remember when was the last time he wore a suit like that one, so he could only think it was for one of his aunt's weddings, when he was twelve. His head shook quickly, trying to erase from memory how stiff he looked in pictures, and how he looked like crying on every single video because his clothes were too itchy.

To that day, he couldn't quite understand why he couldn't wear anything else that wasn't a suit.

He rang her door, hoping Y/n wouldn't take long to open up just to tease him. As he stood near the doorway, adjusting his cufflinks while clicking his tongue, his gaze lifted to find her opening the door. His breath caught in his throat. There she was, standing in the soft glow of the evening light, wearing a stunning light purple dress that clung to her figure in all the right places. The dress was elegant, with thin, delicate straps that framed her shoulders and a sweetheart neckline that accentuated her collarbone. The bodice was fitted, highlighting her slim waist before flowing down into a skirt that cascaded gracefully to her feet. A daring slit on one side revealed a hint of her toned leg as she moved, adding an air of effortless allure to her appearance.

—You're drooling —she called him out.

—No, I'm not —he shook his head, subtly moving the reverse of his hand over his chin—. You... wow —Y/n's showed a shy smile, looking down while playing with her skirt—. You look beautiful.

—You look great, too.

Jungkook looked better than great. It was unbelievable what a little hair gel and a gray suit with a black shirt could do on a man like him. He was already dangerously attractive, but seeing his exposed forehead, with his expressive eyebrows and piercing in full display almost made her brain malfunction.

—You're the one drooling now.

—No, I'm not —Y/n denied, unconsciously imitating him by cleaning up the non-existent drool—. Shall we go? —she suggested, trying to escape the anticipation that was slowly building up.

With a smirk, Jungkook stepped back, showing her the way with his stretched arm, and only walking with her leading the way to the lift.

Her sigh was so loud that he couldn't help but giggle at her reaction at seeing his motorbike parked next to the door, waiting for the both of them to take them to the wedding.

—Kook, my hairstyle will be ruined —she pouted, throwing her head back.

Y/n had spent almost two hours trying to get her hair ready, managing to make two perfect braids for her semi-updo. As soon as she put that helmet on, all that hard work would be thrown to waste.

—You're going to turn a lot of heads either way —he tried to calm her down, putting on his helmet and hopping on his motorbike to offer her the extra helmet.

Her tongue clicked with defeat, picking up the helmet after hanging her small purse on her shoulder, crossing the strap on her torso so it wouldn't fall on their ride there.

—Do you know where it is?

She had made sure to send him the location, and while Jungkook assured her he knew the area, it didn't mean he knew how to get there.

—We'll improvise —he teased her, placing his hands on the handlebar—. Open your legs, 3A.

As much as she didn't want to, she still trusted him, ignoring that uneasy feeling his words gave her. Her arms wrapped around his torso, and she glued to his back.