mi amor | jungkook AU

xxii

when i had left the guys house last night, i was confused to what jungkook meant for our dress code. dress like a masterpiece. did that meant dress fancy? i didn't understand. i had messaged him for further information and he sent me photos, for ideas, as if that would've helped me any further. i mean, i guess it did.

i decided on high waist gray casual trousers, and a white tube top with a matching choker. my hair was in waves, and i made my makeup natural for the most part. my eyeliner was on point, and so were my eyebrows. they were essential for me feeling that i look good -- unless stated otherwise.

i sent pictures to nya, sending various photos with different photos. she encouraged all of them with a "
fuck yeah bitch" making me laugh and feeling good. exiting out of my chat with her i went to jungkook's chat, messaging him that i was ready for the day and that today had better be good.

kookie: hahaha. i'll be on my way shortly

i laughed at his messaging because i knew that he wasn't amused with me. i didn't mind, though. i was happy being around him, and i couldn't wait until i could see him again whenever we weren't together. this is something the people would call 'love' as hoseok would say. when i told nya about that she rolled her eyes, "i don't think so, hunny." the memory replays like a comedy being rewinded.

i wait patiently for jungkook, although i could've gotten up and drove my car to him. that would upset him. he wanted us to have a 'oldie, traditional' date where the guy picked the girl up from home. i giggle a little at the idea, seeing it as unnecessary, but if it made jungkook feel better about everything — it was fine. when he finally arrived he was really giddy, hands balled into fists at either side of his face.

"where are we going?" i questioned him, not sure how to feel about this unknown date that gave complications on what to wear. he shrugged, "you'll see." i sighed and shook my head. i don't know how much of this suspense i could take. "how do you feel being blindfolded?" he asked me. i looked over at him, mouth agape, "i have makeup one, kookie."

"so no?"

"no."

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pop rock was playing on the radio. jungkook and i passed through multiple beautiful scenery and whenever i asked if we were near are date he would say, "nope. not yet. just wait." as if that was easy for me. wherever he was taking me -- i wanted to get there quicker. we took a quick rest stop and had a few fishcakes, mine being soaked in soy sauce (which led to jungkook worried i'd get too much sodium in my body.) once we were satisfied, and had more snacks in the car, jungkook told me we were getting close.

i've been doodling in a journal we got from the rest stop. it did a good job preoccupying my time until we were at our destination. looking out the wind, we were obviously in a bigger city than in the one we called home. parks were bigger where we were, and they seemed like they were everywhere. the truth was, everything just looked better here. however, everything seemed less home-y.

jungkook made a sound and pointed, with his lips, to an upcoming sign on our right. my eyes felt like they could've popped out of my eye sockets with what i read, "an art museum?!" i started squealing, much to the amusement of jungkook. "what do you think?" he asked me. words couldn't escape my mouth with how joyful i felt. "i'll take that as a 'this is amazing, thank you jungkook' from you." he laughs. i nod my head, enthusiastically, with how spot on it would've felt if i could talk. i'd probably change the adjectives, though.

i couldn't wait to get out of the car. i kept awhing at the glimpses of statues that i saw from outside the building. "kookieeeeee!" i complained, as if that would help him find a parking space faster. he neh'd me, making me whine because i really wanted to leave the car and rush inside. when he finally found a spot to park in, and did park, i jumped out of the car so quick. i jumped happily, waiting for jungkook to hurry up and follow me. when he finally got his ass out of the car, he teasingly walked slow.

again, i whined even harder and grabbed his hand to take him inside. i was trying to run to the entrance, but jungkook was my anchor -- keeping me behind. "let's go in!" i tell him. he shrugs and send me a mischievous smile. i tug harder on his hand, hoping i had some strength to make him move forward just a tiny bit.

this bitch didn't move.

eventually, i gave up. we calmly went inside where he paid for our tickets. unfortunately, he let go of my hand. i frowned a little at the lack of contact. i sat in the lounging area, looking at the colors all around me. they were everywhere, but a hint of sophistication was still oddly there. jungkook found his way to me and gestured me to follow him. he left his hand out for me to take. i took it, happily.

A/N: this felt like a filler chapter, but i love me a good kookmor scene