Finest Jin

Preparation

"You can't let her wear that, Jin-Hyung. She looks like Pepto-Bismal vomit."

"Thanks, Suga." I groaned, looking at the fabric disaster hanging over my protruding belly in drapes of vile pink satin. Yoongi wasn't wrong. Everything about this dress was a mistake. "The shopkeeper said it would be flattering."

"It isn't." Yoongi stated flatly. 

Hoseok walked into the room.

"How is the dress?" At a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror, his mouth fell open. "Oh no. No, no, no." His face showed his horror. 

"I don't know what to do. The awards show is tonight." Jins' cellphone began to ring. He stood up from the bed to answer it. 

"Diva! Hello! I have been trying to reach you." He flinched under my flashing glare, then came over to pat my pink-stained shoulder. "How are you?...Oh, good for you...that's great to hear. Listen, I was hoping to meet up soon. There is something I feel you need to know." My eyebrows were pulled down, giving Jin a dirty look. He winked. "No, not alone. I would rather if we spoke somewhere public." Now I relaxed my face and nodded. Jin grinned. "Well, I suppose that would work. I will have my fiancé with me...yes, it is her...That isn't very kind to say." My eyes went wide and I drew a thumb across my throat menacingly. Jin just laughed. "Trust me, Mi Ja, you need to talk to me. Please don't be that way."

Taehyung had come into the room and instantly crossed his arms when he connected the dots with whom Jin was conversing. Jin concluded the conversation in hushed tones, then dropped the phone back into his pocket.

"She has agreed to meet with me briefly during the break before finale. She is bringing her date since I am bringing you."

"Thanks, Jin-Ah."

He bent to kiss me, then stepped back, shaking his head at the reflection.

"We have to do something about this dress."

"Does it have to be all pink?" Hoseok inquired. Jin glanced at his closet.

"No. I have a white suit with pink lapels."

"Perfect." Hoseok undid the zipper and shooed Taehyung and Yoongi from the room. "You go burn that and meet us downstairs. Tae and I are taking you shopping."

"Can I come?" Jin asked. 

"Nope." Hoseok was firm. "You picked the first one. You are banned for the time being."

Jin pouted but said nothing as he helped me out of the dress. 

Our bodyguard was all business as we stormed through the stores, Hoseok and V discussing each possibility in rapid sentences before ordering me to a change room and tossing selections over the door. In only the second store, we had found it. 

The bodice was a pale pink, the full skirt was white with pink scrolls embroidered over it. The pink was a rose petal shade, the style of the dress that of a princess. It had no sleeves, but was not immodest in cleavage. The star features would be my shoulders and collarbones, while the tummy segued into the long flows of satin. Taehyung quickly added pink satin shoes and we were headed home in record time. 

This time, Jins' apartment was even more crowded. There were three extra ladies there, none of whom I knew. 

"They are hair and makeup." Jin introduced the team. "They are here to make sure we look our best. It is 2 o'clock now. The show starts at 5. Hit the shower, Telly." 

As I headed down the hallway, I was met by a concerned-looking Jimin.

"Noona, please...I need to talk to you." His dark eyes were more nervous than scared. I nodded and we tucked into Jins' bedroom to get out of the noise of many voices emanating from the living room.