Quiver | Jungkook Fanfic (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter Eight

"Jungkook-ah, this is..." I gulp nervously, my hands feeling especially sensitive and shaking, though the only thing that was grasped between my fingers was a silky, light fabric. The problem was, there was hardly any fabric. "Racy."

"Believe it or not, I had something much worse in mind earlier," Jungkook said. "But I had mercy on you and decided to get one of the better ones. Look, you wouldn't believe some of the stuff there. Had I gotten you anything else, it would've been something that might as well just be velcro."

I shuddered, though I felt nervous. "Thanks, then."

"Go ahead and change then, and I'll do your makeup later," Jungkook mumbled. "When's Bonnie getting home again?"

The name of my roommate/best friend lingered on his lips, and my eyes widened. Shit, I forgot I wasn't the only one who lived in this dorm. "Dunno. On nights like this she goes out, but I typically don't know where." Of the two of us, she was definitely the most fun one. What she does in her spare time, though, I had no idea. But seeing how she acted and carried herself- carried me, too- I knew she was doing just fine taking care of herself.

"Well, do you think she'll notice the body in your closet?"

My eyes drift to the man stuffed under the pile of semi-dirty laundry, and we gave him a hole to breathe through, so he wouldn't die on us. "No. She doesn't snoop in my closet. Usually, I'm going through hers anyway." She always had the nicest clothes. Her fashion was impeccable. "Plus, he won't stay here for long."

Jungkook nods, sitting down on the bed. "Good. Now, go ahead and change."

I nod, going into the bathroom to slip it on. It was a tight, black dress. Silky and short, it hugged my curves and accentuated my best features. I honestly preferred a loose sweatshirt. It would be so much more comfortable, and I could bury myself in it. I felt as though I couldn't breathe in this dress. Not just because of how tight it was, but because of how uncomfortable and out of place I felt.

I can't do this. I can't.

But I have to. This is but a small price to pay to win Jimin. And sure as hell, I was going to do it.

Stepping out, I sheepishly reveal myself to Jungkook. "I uh..."

He grinned in response, "C'mon, Diana-ssi. You'll do fine, you look gorgeous. How Jimin hasn't noticed you yet is beyond me."

I blushed at the compliment. "Thanks for boosting my ego then."

"Don't worry about it," he laughed, picking up a bag full of cosmetics. "You sure your roommate won't mind the fact we're using her makeup?"

"Please," I roll my eyes. "We do it together about every night we decide to stay up." I found it oddly pleasant to have her paint my face, enjoying how concentrated she was and how her eyes would train for absolute precision. I usually went for the more so innocent, flowery looks, and she went for the more so bold, fierce ones.

"Alright, great," Jungkook says. Immediately he gets to work, and I watch my face transform from the mirror behind him. My eyes bore into the reflection as he paints my lips scarlet, and the wings are sharper than daggers. Shimmery eyeshadow and highlight that could brighten up a room, and not to mention the contour, I feel as though I'm wearing a disguise.

"Are you some sort of drag queen secretly? And that's how you know how to do this?"

"No. One time I had to get adopted by a family, and there was one sister who loved practicing makeup on me. She was 12, but somehow she knew what she was doing. I guess I picked up some skills I didn't know I'd use," Jungkook shrugs.