This Wild Love // Yoongi

Takin' A Fluff

Here is a break from your daily scheduled programming for a fluff chapter...both with and without it, literally.

This chapter easily exceeds my cap, coming in at about 2200 words.

Enjoy :)

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Which one...?

The first one is elegant, flows nicely, and has a delicate touch to it that can only be described as "soft." The blue fabric gives off an innocent aura, full of light times and happy laughter.

The second one is a crimson red, bold, and solid. It has a slightly suggestive V-neck cut, one that comes down juuuuuust far enough for me to feel uncomfortable.

The third one, a pastel purple, comes so far up my legs that bending over seems like an unthinkable idea. As I twirl in the mirror, I test how far I can get away with swishing the bottom until I accidentally reveal what nobody wants to see in public.

Except for him.

My cheeks flush as I take off the dress and throw it on the bed. Blue, red, purple. Which one?

The V-cut would be ideal. He would be so ecstatic...

As I continue admiring the red dress, I pick up the blue dress. Once it's on, I force myself to change my mind.

I don't need something sexy to make a good impression.

The doorbell rings downstairs. Changmin's muffled voice travels through the walls.

"I'll get it!"

"No!" I exclaim, quickly running out of my room as he walks to the stairs. "I got it. Give me a minute."

"Eh? Now I'm even more curious."

"Changmin, if you dare--"

"It'll be just a minute!"

He rushes down the stairs. I try to run after him, but once I realize my bare feet are exposed, I immediately backtrack.

Shoes first. Then go. Shoes.

Ah, wait, and makeup.

My bag.

The list of things I need piles up too quickly. I rush back to my room and lock the door to make sure Changmin won't try anything funny.

Sure enough, as I'm putting on my shoes, Changmin knocks on my bedroom door.

"Someone special is here to see you!"

"Two minutes!"

"Don't keep your man waiting!"

"Yah." I stomp over to the door, now fully clothed. I comb through some more locks of hair, make sure everything looks perfect, and then my hand reaches for the door handle. "It's not up to you whether--"

I swing open the door.

Taehyung lifts his hand. A mischevious smile covers his entire face. "Annyeong."