Only You Understand (Jungkook ff 18+)

Only You Understand - Chapter 13

You woke up around 8:20. You got up and took a shower. You were so excited to go shop for a dress. You changed into a skirt and a T-Shirt. You knew you would be changing a lot so you didn't even bother putting on jeans. You went downstairs, and surprisingly your mom wasn't cooking breakfast. 

"I overslept," your mother said before you even had a chance to ask. You noticed that she started to put her oatmeal in the microwave. 

"Oh. Where's dad?" You asked noticing that he wasn't sitting at the table or resting on the couch. Whenever your mom was up, You father was too. 

"He knew we were going out shopping, so he decided to take the day to visit some old friends." 

"Oh. That's cool." You grabbed a muffin. You didn't really want oatmeal at the moment. You went to the fridge and served yourself a glass of milk. You ate a muffin and drank a glass of milk. By the time you and your mom were finished with breakfast it was around 9:10. You got into your car and drove. You hadn't been out shopping with your mom in a long time. Usually she would go and buy you some clothes since you weren't patient enough to go to a lot stores. Something about today was different though. You felt as if for once you wanted to go. You arrived at the mall. The mall had one shop dedicated to dresses for occasions such a weddings or formal events, but you knew that today that shop would be crowded with people. It was prom season after all. "Mom?" 

"Yes?" She parked the car, and started to grab her bag. 

"Is there maybe like another shop. That won't have 5 million people trying to shop." You were hoping you could find a less crowded place. 

"The dresses in here are beautiful. It will be worth it I promise."

"But isn't this place like super expensive. I mean it's prom season so the prices are crazy and its in the mall so it's going to cost so much." 

"Hey, this is your last high school dance. I don't care how much I spend. I want you to be stunning." Both of you got out of the car and headed to the store. As soon as you opened the doors you could hear a lot of talking. The place was packed. You took a deep breath and walked in. All over the store were mannequins with beautiful dresses. The place was filled with          High-schoolers and their moms. Most of them seemed to be shopping with their "friend groups". You looked around. You saw that some dresses were on racks, but the ones that were on the mannequins were nowhere to be found. It seemed like they were one of a kind. On each mannequin it said please contact an employee to assist you if you are interested in this dress. That probably meant that those dresses were the most expensive. You looked around and although the dresses were pretty and all you couldn't find one that was really your style. Your mother looked around too. After all these years of shopping for you she knew exactly how you liked to dress. You noticed a huge crowd. Your mother and you walked towards it to see what they were all talking about. After all, maybe it was a nice dress. As you passed through rows of racks you decided to look at the price tag of one of the dresses. You supposed since they were the cheapest. You picked it up, and you almost choked when you saw that it costed $499. You had never spent this much on an article of clothing. You weren't looking for anything too elegant, but you wanted something elegant. You and your mom got closer to the crowd as you started to hear what they were talking about. 

"It's beautiful." 

"Not my style." 

"Too simple." 

"I don't like it." 

"But they said its the best one they have." 

"I want to be a princess. Let's find something else" 

You walked towards the dress which seemed to be the cause of the argument between the moms and daughters. You looked at the dress and your eyes lit up. That was the dress you were looking for. It was your style. It was honestly beautiful. Your mom noticed how this dress was almost perfect for you. You saw a lot of employees too talking to the customers about the dress. You found a young girl who seemed familiar. You walked up to her. You noticed it was Dianne. She seemed to work here.