"No, no, maybe... no, not this either...,"
You've been going through almost all of the clothes you own, but nothing seems to work out. You have 30 minutes to get dressed, and you're kind of starting to feel the panic coming through. You're already about to give up and cancel, but then you hear a knock on your door.
"Hey, can I come in? I have something for you." You can't even open your mouth before Taehyung comes in with a box in his hand.
"Maybe you shouldn't ask if you're just going to barge in anyways." You sigh and look at the black and white box he's holding.
"For you. Thought it would look good on you but I mean you don't have to wear it if you don't want to, I can just-"
"Thank you, I get it. I'll try it on and let you know if it's good. But really, you didn't have to buy this for me." You give him a little smile.
"It's okay, I like pretty things on pretty people." He gives his boxy smile before you kick him out for saying that.
After you grasp your soul, you open the box and look at the folded red material. You take it out of the box and the first thing you see is the price tag. You turn it around and look at the price with wide eyes.
"O-oh... I'm just going to uhh, ignore the price that's way out of my league." You clear your throat and put the red dress carefully on the bed.
You look at yourself in the mirror, your lips slightly apart. The dress sits beautifully on you, even though you have never worn something like this. Your insecurities start coming to your head, making you try to pull the hem of the body hugging dress down. Your hands drop to the side lazily, as you look at yourself disappointedly.
"Taehyung! I don't think this dress fits me that well!" You yell in defeat.
He opens the door and walks inside. You turn around to see him stop in his tracks, mouth wide open.
"What the hell do you mean? You look beautiful." He assures you.
"Oh shut up," you playfully push him. "But that did make me feel better." You look at yourself in the mirror and sigh.
"Okay, fine, I'll wear this." You mumble.
"Yes! Let's go downstairs!" His face lit up, making you giggle.
He takes a hold of your hand and starts dragging you with him. You try to walk at the same speed, but you end up running in your heels.
"Do you want me to trip and break my neck in these stairs?" You look at your heels and slow down as you reach the stairs.
"Well, that only means one thing... Piggybag ride!" He claps his hands and gets in position.
"I was only implying on your speed, but fine. You're such a kid." You sigh and jump on his back.
He carries you down the stairs, almost tripping once in a while. You jump off carefully and straighten your dress.
"Thanks for that." You smile.
You wait for the others to come while talking about ridicilous things in the lobby.
"Are you ready to leave?" Namjoon asks as he walks over to you.
"Yeah, let's go." You jump in excitement.
Jin walks you over to one of the two cars. He opens the door to the passenger seat for you like a chaffeur. You laugh at him and get in, thanking him. He gets in the drivers seat as the rest that fit come in. The others get in the second car that is parked beside the car you're in.
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Trouble | BTS
Fanfiction"Where do you think you're going?" "N-no I can expl-" he cuts me off by pushing me to the wall. The story begins when seven new boy students transfer to Eun Nae's school and happend to come to her class. Eun thinks that they only want to get to know...
