BTS: I Think I Love You

Chapter 25

It is Halloween day and I am rushing to get ready. I have just gotten home from school, my backpack thrown carelessly in the corner of my room. I still have an hour, but I want to make sure that everything is perfect. I would be lying if I said that I wasn't trying to impress Jungkook tonight. I just want to be seen as someone that can be worthy to be friends with the guys. They will obviously be attractive in anything they decide to wear. I don't want to be around them if I don't look my best as well.

I pull on my outfit and then walk over to the bathroom. I don't own a lot of makeup because of the money issue, but I have enough for tonight. I have never worn makeup to school, so I'm not that skilled when it comes to applying the stuff. I put a thin layer of foundation on my face, not bothering with bronzer or highlighter. To be honest, I just don't know how it works or where it goes.

I do put shimmer powder on though, my face slightly sparkling in the light. Next I mix some blacks and greys for my eyeshadow, putting eyeliner on my upper and lower lash-line to create a winged look. I put on the fake lashes that I purchased today, them making my eyelids heavier than usual. The last thing I do is apply some red lipstick on my full lips. The color stands out against all of the dark colors, completing the look in my eyes.

For my hair, all I do is make big curls and separate them into slightly smaller ones. My hair is now down to my chest, the curls tousled and held back by the hat I place on top. I look in the mirror, admiring my nurse's outfit. It is definitely different from what I am used to wearing, but it will do for tonight. I want to have fun with my friends, so I'm not gunna let my insecurities rule my life. I am putting on my high fishnet stockings and heels when the doorbell rings, indicating that they are here to pick me up.

I don't even have to open the door for them, their loud laughter filling the empty house as they invite themselves in. They have been over so many times that I don't even care. They are like family to me. They can come in my house whenever they please. I run down the stairs as fast as I can in my heels and stop at the bottom, taking in their costumes.

I was there when they purchased them, but I hadn't been able to see them in them. Jin is wearing a Jack Sparrow costume, complete with a sword and hat. Jhope's costume is like a race car driver. The many logos and advertisements are very eye catching and colorful. Yoongi is wearing a Chucky costume that is kind of giving me the creeps. His makeup is incredibly scary, a knife in his hand as well.

Namjoon is a freaking vampire. Why didn't I think of that earlier? If I had thought of it sooner I could have called dibs because he looks absolutely amazing. Tae looks like a detective. He has a magnifying glass and glasses to go with his costume. Jimin seems to be some kind of business man or worker. He has round glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, his hair parted professionally down the middle. My eyes widen when I get to Jungkook.

His police officer costume hugs his legs perfectly, the shirt tucked into the waistband. I can see his defined arm muscles clearly, the shirt clinging to his wide shoulders and chest. He has a thin line of eyeliner on his top and bottom lash-line, his eyes appearing larger than normal.

I quickly hide behind the wall before any of them have the chance to see me, both hands fanning my cheeks. It's a strange feeling. I have never been sexually attracted to anyone before. Considering what I have been through, that's a pretty reasonable thing. Jungkook is different I guess. Just looking at him made my face heat up. If he had asked me to kiss him, I wouldn't have complained. If he had asked me to do more than that, I probably wouldn't have complained either.

"Zay? You ready yet?"

I jump slightly as I hear Jungkook calling out to me, taking a deep breath in preparation. I need to forget about the fact that this costume is way tighter on my body than I thought it would be. I need to forget about the way the stockings scratch against my fading scars. I need to forget about how much cleavage I am showing right now. Tonight I will have fun. I will enjoy myself and not care about what other people think of me.

I step out and look up at them, a smile on my face.

"Let's go guys."

They don't move. They don't blink. I don't think Yoongi is breathing. I wave my hand in front of their faces as they stare at me in shock, their eyes wide and unmoving. I frown as I take in their reactions, a little bit mystified. I know that what I am wearing is a huge change for me, but it isn't that bad. Why are they acting as if the world just split open in front of them and multicolored unicorns are flying out of the crack?

"Zay....................you look hot."

I stare at Jungkook in shock at what he said, my cheeks about to explode because of how hot they got. He shakes his head as if realizing what he just said, his face and ears turning scarlet. He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly as he stutters over his words, his eyes flitting around the room nervously.

"I-I mean, you l-look great! Y-yeah. Really g-great."

I laugh awkwardly at him as the others snap out of their dazes to compliment me. It sort of lessens the tension, making me slightly relax as we walk out of the door and into the cool evening.

What Jungkook said still echoes in my mind though. Did he really mean it?