𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 {Editing} || 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 || 𝐏.𝐉𝐌

Chapter 11: Prom pt. 2

If you were being honest, you weren't looking forward to prom.

Heck, you didn't even want to go!

You lost any enthusiasm you had due to the event in which Jimin had asked the same girl whom he had kissed and claimed he wasn't in a relationship with, to prom.

You tried to fake an injury or sickness but nothing goes past Tzuyu.

Nothing at all.

So Wednesday morning, she dragged you out of your bed and into the shower.

When you came out, you lay back down on to your bed as Tzuyu began rummaging through your closet for the dress you had bought a few weeks ago for the event.

She huffed, putting the dress on top of your still form as she pulls out her makeup pouch from her bag.

"Get up and sit please," she walks over to the vanity followed by you as you place the dress on to your bed.

She starts by applying BB cream, followed by natural eyeshadow, black eyeliner and peach lip tint, highlighter and light pink blush - your makeup was done.

"There," she smiles victoriously at her creation on your face, "You look so pretty!"

"Are you saying I don't look pretty without makeup on?" You ask rhetorically.

She responds with sarcasm laced in her voice, "Yes, you look like a gorilla."

You gasp, offended by her words as you proceed to lightly smack her forearm. She giggles before proceeding to do your hair, only needing to curl it since she insisted on curling your hair instead of leaving it straight as it naturally is.

Once she was done, you walk back into the bathroom, slipping into the dress. Gazing at yourself in the mirror, your thoughts wander back to Tzuyu's words.

You did look pretty.

The garnet dress complimented your features. Glitter covered the chest area as the dress flaired slightly from your waist to your ankles.

Walking out, you slip on matching garnet flats, patiently waiting on your bed for Tzuyu to finish getting dressed.

Yes, you had chosen flats.

You didn't want to torture your feet by wearing heels. You could barely walk in them anyways.

Once Tzuyu finished, you walked downstairs and your Mum cooed as her eyes scanned over Tzuyu and you lovingly.

"My babies are looking so pretty," she lifted up the Instax camera, taking a picture of the two of you.

"Mum, are you crying?" You question and she proceeds to wipe her eyes, denying the fact that she was close to tears.

You sigh, shaking your head, "It's not like we're going off to war. You'll see us again in a few hours."

"I know," she continues, smiling fondly, "But look at you both. You're both so grown up now. You've bloomed in to beautiful swans!"

Just then, the doorbell sounds and you open the door.

Taehyung stood there - hair styled back, revealing his forehead as he was clad in a black tuxedo.

He smiled at you, shifting his eyes up and down your form before fixating his gaze on your eyes, "You look beautiful."

You blush as you continue to speak, "And you look handsome."

He laughs sheepishly before Tzuyu comes ushering the both of you away from the door.

"Any comments for me?" She patiently waits for Taehyung to say something.