15 minutes had gone by, which was long enough for Yoongi to actually scrub himself clean and enjoy a few minutes of peace and quiet the show brought him. Peace and quiet. Something Yoongi rarely ever experienced truly. If only there was always peace and quiet for South Korea, at least for the suffering District's.
Yoongi played and relaxed with Holly for the remaining 45 minutes of the 5 o'clock hour, trying to find something that would please his bored mind.
"I swear Holly, sometimes you're literally the only person who un-"
"Yoongi. It's me Jennie. It's time to get ready so let me in."
With a heavy sigh, Yoongi got up from his bed to let Jennie in, even though he's positive the girl can get in herself. Maybe it's better she knocks when she comes around, Lord knows the vast amount of trouble and embarrassment both Yoongi and Jennie would get in if the boy didn't have clothes on or just got out the shower.
"Here's your dress shoes and a belt for your outfit. I'll be standing outside your door so call me when you get fully dress." Jennie stepped outside the room.
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Yoongi looked at himself in the mirror. He looked very dashing and different, similar to how he looked during the Tribute Parade. He was outfitted with a white button-up dress shirt, overlaid in tiny black dots and leaf-like patterns. The collar collected itself together, coming down in a bowtie with draping ribbon left. The cuffs of the shirt came out of the blazer her wore. His blazer was designed from beautiful black velvet, soft to the touch. Yoongi almost didn't want to touch it at all, afraid it tear from the slightest movement. The slacks he wore were simple, as well as his dress shoes, but the still were beautiful inYoongi's eyes.
"I'm done," Yoongi called out, loud enough for Jennie to heat from the other side of the door.
The young stylist walked in with intentions of finishing Yoongi's attire, including makeup and all. But upon seeing Yoongi in his stunning suit, Jennie had stopped dead in her tracks and couldn't help but stare in awe at him. Though in all honesty, it wasn't her fault. No, not one bit. Yoongi looked alluring, sharp suit complimenting him in many ways, and the strong aura of fine cologne didn't help at all.
At first, Jennie hated to admit it, but there was no denying the growing feelings she had for Yoongi over the course of time they've known each other. Something about the cold personality he gives off towards strangers but warm-heart to those he cares deeply about, just melts Jennie's heart more than anything else could. Not to mention his undeniable angel-like features that only Heaven should be given the right to touch. Only a couple days ago did she finally accept her feelings, hiding her emotions for him from any possible prying eyes.
Yoongi must've noticed Jennie was staring long, asking 'What? Does it look bad? It's your outfit not mine."
"No no no no no, y-you just look very, very h-handsome. Not saying you d-don't everyday, you look nice everyday! It's just with your outfit and yo-"
"Jennie. Calm down, I get it. Thanks," Yoongi chuckled. Jennie mentally face palmed herself, really hard, for stuttering like a fool in front of him.
"So are you gonna do my makeup and hair or not. We have an hour left and I'm sure Sangnim would like us to be ready ready at least 10 minutes before the event," Yoongi said, sitting at his desk.
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The Hunger Games (BTS Fanfic)
Fanfiction~PLEASE READ DISCLAIMER~ South Korea wasn't always as cold-hearted and ruthless as they seem right now. Believe it or not, but it used to be calm and peaceful just like people imagined before. But as the new President came into office, literally al...
