February 14, 2017
The soft chime of my alarm wakes me up Monday morning. My body feels energised, my mind is well rested and ready for the days work. I wake up in a strangely good mood, motivated to get as much as I possibly can done today.
I yank the thick blanket from my body and swing my legs over the bed. My toes dance against the bedside rug until they meet with the velvet of my slippers. I stand, reaching for the air until I hear the bones in my body crack. I sigh happily to myself and walk out of the bedroom.
I'm by myself, the rest of my home silent. I hum to myself, singing a song that plays in the back of my mind. The lyrics are unknown to me at the moment, but the tune is too catchy for me to forget.
I walk into the kitchen to get something to eat. The time on the stove reads 11:03AM.
I'm only slightly surprised that I slept in so long. I worked all week last week and I thought I would take advantage of my day off. I make myself breakfast; eggs, waffles with whipped cream and strawberries and bacon. I take my time eating, enjoying my food. By the time that's done, it's nearly noon.
I decide to spend the day catching up on chores. I do laundry and clean the home. When that's finished, it's almost 4PM.
I get dressed a little earlier than planned and walk into my freshly cleaned bathroom.
I wash myself in the shower, styling my hair after the steam from my shower pours out from the cracked window. A cool breeze invades the small room and I bask in the tingling goosebumps that litter my arms.
Time goes by slowly, I was able to style my hair in less than half an hour and get myself dressed in a record time of ten minutes. It is now 5:30.
My phone rings.
Be ready, I'm almost there ~JK
My heart flutters in excitement, stomach leaping with anxious joy. I wonder where he's taking me today. What if I'm over dressed? Oh no, what if I'm underdressed ? How come-
Don't stress about how you look either, my love. I know how you get on date nights. You look stunning either way xo ~JK
He knows me so well. I sigh happily and throw myself on the couch as I wait his arrival.
As I sit in silence, I pick at the hem of my white lace dress. The silk fabric beneath it sends pleasing tingles through my body. The see through lace of my sleeves causes mild itches, but it isn't anything unbearable. I scratch at the pantyhose adorning my freshly shaven legs, the thinly sewn fabric irritating. The white lace flats that compliment my dress are new and comfortable, memory foam supporting my heels and the arch of my foot. I'm excited to walk in them.
My hair is curled to perfection, the hairspray holding the locks in place stiff on my shoulders. My lips are glossed, my makeup is smoked and now all I have to do is wait to be presented.
I wonder distantly if Jungkook would like how I look, but I remind myself that he always likes how I look.
My head shoots to the door when there is two sharp knocks beating on to it.
I stand to my feet and walk over to the wood, clicking the lock and pull open the door. Standing there with his hands behind his back and head down is my loving boyfriend of 3 years, Jeon Jungkook.
His head tilt does little to hide his goofy bunny like smile. It seemed to widen the longer I stood there.
"Are you gonna look at me, Jeon, or are you going to continue to seduce the floor?"
