Girl Friend // Park Jimin

9 - Stained Red

I dab a tiny bit of lip tint onto my lips. It's been so long since I've prettied myself up. It feels good putting on makeup again. A couple brushes litter my vanity table. I wasn't big on makeup, but in today's society, who didn't dabble in a little concealer and lipstick?

I glance at my phone. 7:47 pm. About 15 minutes before Tae and Kookie were coming over. I lean back and admire my handiwork. My lips are stained a red gradient. Sharp black wings accentuate my eye shape. A subtle burgundy shadow across the lids enhances my dark brown eyes. Sexy, but not desperate.

I had spent two hours digging through my closet looking for something decent to wear. I was almost about to go out for some last minute shopping when I uncovered a gorgeous deep red dress tucked in the corner of my closet. Knowing this was the one, I quickly put it on.

Now staring at my reflection, it is perfect. It hugs curves I never knew I had. The blood red lace sleeves make my arms elegant, like a swan. A single shoulder is left exposed, yearning for attention. The simple v-neck shows off my collarbone. I grin at the mirror. It was nice feeling beautiful again.

A knock echoes through my dorm.

"Coming!" I yell toward the door.

I gather up my coat and purse. Careful to avoid the dozens of shoes strewn in front of the entrance, I turn the doorknob. Jungkook greets me with a bouquet of roses. He's wearing a navy blazer with glittery lapels and a solid white button up underneath. His brown hair is swept to either side of his face, framing his delicate features. To say he looks "handsome" is an understatement.

"You look stunning," Jungkook says, wide-eyed.

Taehyung pops out from behind and makes a noise of agreement. I blush. I didn't get compliments on what I looked like very often.

"You as well. You both look amazing," I exclaim while taking the roses from Jungkook.

Tae bounces in front of Kookie and shows off his party outfit. "But I look better, right?" He flashes his rectangle smile.

I give Taehyung an up down. He's wearing a dark blue pants and a matching trench coat with silver buttons along the sides. A white, frilly collar wraps around his neck. I get to his face. Our gazes lock. Damn. His eyes. Today, he's wearing blue-green contact lenses. His stare feels like a laser, piercing my eyes. I break eye contact, shuffling on the floor.