Chaeyoung's testament of Junhoe's love, told in short and sweet moments of the couple's everyday life.
blackpink's rosé x ikon's junhoe
{yg couple series 01}
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Junhoe had been invited to his senior from school's party and asked me to be his plus one. He said that it was a formal attire party, so I racked my closet for something that I could wear, to no avail. All I had were Sunday best dresses, but not formal enough to wear on a black tie occasion. Thankfully, mom's been kind enough to take me shopping for something to wear. Now, as I looked at my reflection through the mirror, I wonder if what I wore revealed too much.
It was a black dress with a spaghetti strap and a scoop neckline. The fabric fit my figure perfectly, but opened wide when it came to the lower part so it looked like flowing when I walk. The length of the dress was just enough to cover my stiletto heels. I also wore a plaid wool coat since I don't want to sacrifice comfort. For my makeup, I kept it minimal; a light base, straight eyebrows, then rosy blush on my cheeks. Since I wanted to look that I put effort to it, I colored my lips red, the main point of my makeup tonight.
Soneone knocked on my opened bedroom door, taking my eyes off at my reflection. I saw that it was mom whose smile brightened when she took in my appearance.
"Oh, darling.... you look wonderful."
I returned her smile. "Thanks, mom. Is it alright though? I mean..." I trailed off, looking down at my dress. "—is it too revealing for me?"
Mom rolled her eyes and entered my room. With the warm smile still not leaving her lips, she replied, "I helped you choose this dress and you're asking me that?"
I laughed a little at her reply. Sometimes, Junhoe reminds me so much of her.
"Trust me, Chaeyoung. You look beautiful in that dress. If you aren't, then you're not my daughter at all."
See what I mean?
While I put my silver hoop earrings, my mom watching me from behind, the doorbell rang. Mom and I exchanged glances through the mirror.
"I'll go get it," I said, knowing full well who it was. I tilted my head from side to side to check my earrings. I don't know why I did that, just that it felt like a reflex, I guess.
Mom gave me a soft peck in the cheeks. "You look wonderful, baby. And remember, don't go home late!"
With a chuckle, I reassured, "Yes, mom. I know that." Now satisfied with how I look, I picked up the clutch containing my handphone, lipstick, and pocket money, and went to answer the door.
