An unusual collection of fluffy, funny, romantic, smutty with a subtle hint of kink Bangtan stories.
⚠️ WARNING ⚠️
1. Handle your feels well
2. Don't read in a public place if you don't want people to think you're a crazy person giggling all by yo...
You couldn't take your eyes off your reflection on the mirror. The dress is so beautiful but it feels so wrong for you to be the one wearing it. Lightly, you smoothed your hand over the delicate laced details that Taehyung sewed into the fabric himself. The satin silk flowed down like a waterfall, so effortlessly beautiful, and then you looked at your face again. Your dull eyes, your hair that you always kept in a ponytail, your skin didn't look good - there's really nothing noticeable about you. You're not like Taehyung or the girls he dated. The only thing you shared with him is this friendship and your dreams to become a fashion designer. However, you gave that up not too long ago. Someone with an unfashionable appearance like you wouldn't make it in that industry.
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"Y/N, you still alive in there? I don't hear you breathing." Taehyung snapped you out of your thoughts as he knocked on the door, "I don't have your exact measurements. I kinda just guessed it. I hope you're not too fat for the dress."
"I'm not!" You told him. He ruins everything for you. "The fit is fine. There are just some places that need adjustments."
"Sorry. Did I offend you?" Taehyung let out a laugh. "Will you just come out of there already so I can fix it for you."
You sighed and reluctantly unlocked the door. You peeked out first, seeing him waiting for you. "Don't.. make fun of me."
"I won't. No matter how funny it is. I won't laugh." Taehyung smiled to reassure you before he turned to get his tape measure, "Come out, Y/N."
You stepped out, staring at the ground as you walked towards him. In your head, you imagined him holding his laughter because of how ridiculous you look in a dress that clearly doesn't suit you. You shut your eyes close and balled your fist, waiting for him to burst into laughter but he was quiet. Taehyung was silent. You opened your eyes to stare at his new Gucci shoes that was in front of your dirty converse.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" You lifted your head up to see his face.
Taehyung smiled at you. "It's perfect. I knew it would be."
Your heart almost jumped in joy if it weren't for his last sentence. Taehyung was talking about the dress, not you. Don't be foolish. It was like a sudden blow to your chest. You feel something twisting inside you as you stared blankly at him. He noticed the vacant look in your eyes and snapped his fingers before your eyes a few times until you finally came back to earth.
"What are you spacing out for?" He asked you, chuckling. You shook your head and told him it was nothing. "What do you think about the dress?"
"It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." You gave him a smile and then you wiped the tears brimming in your eyes when he turned his back on you for a moment. You feel so stupid.
He returned to your side and you watched Taehyung kneel before you as he opened a box with a pair of shoes in it. The kind that you've never thought of wearing. "This will make everything perfect."
