Figure - JJK

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Stage 10
9:45 am
find a dress

The next morning, you woke up to the smell of pancakes. You slowly became aware that Jungkook was no longer in bed beside you and you couldn't help but smile as you realised he had tucked you in nicely. 

You flipped the blankets off and wandered out of his room to see the man himself, cooking pancakes in the kitchen. Upon your entrance he looked up with a genuine smile, his dark eyes wide and happy to see you. You went to him and wrapped your arms around his torso from behind, resting your head on his shoulder while he cooked.  

"We have a lot to do today." He murmured, his tone quietly cheerful. 

"Do we now?" You mentally checked your calendar, realising that you were free all day. 

"Yes, I'm taking you shopping for a dress for the dinner tonight." Oh, right...the dinner. It was gonna be fine though, right? None of the police force knew what King looked like, so there was no real reason to worry.  

"Sounds like a great plan." 

The two of you enjoyed a hearty, homemade breakfast together before leaving in search of the perfect dress. 

* * * 

Jungkook made you try on many different dresses. A sharp red one with a low dipping neckline; An fancy blue one with short flowing skirt; A white one with silky sleeves that fell delicately off your shoulders. He wouldn't let you look at the price-tags, only your own reflection in the gleaming mirrors. 

It took a few hours but eventually you found one that you were both in love with (though Jungkook had gushed over every dress you tried on, this one had him speechless.) 

The two of you stared at it in the mirror, examining every detail. It was a black, full-length dress that hugged your figure on your top half and spread gracefully at the bottom. It's sweetheart neckline made you look like royalty. 

It was perfect. 

And my god, it had pockets. They were perfectly hidden and deep enough to hold your phone (or a possible weapon.) It wasn't too extravagant or bold so you prayed you would just blend into the crowd. Though you would love the attention, it could be the death of you.

Jungkook's stunned look slowly broke out into a smile, "That's the one." You couldn't help but nod in agreement. No other dress had made you feel this confident. You felt badass, yet still classy and elegant.  He bought it without hesitation. When you asked what the price was, he offered you a smile instead of a number and that was that. 

At home, you ate lunch and hung out a bit before beginning the process of getting ready in your room. You weren't terribly experienced in the art of cosmetics but with enough time, you thought you could do an acceptable job. 

As you entered your room, you remembered that there was a very important text you had to send. 

(Y/N): Yoongi, what's the name of your gang? 

It was highly unusual for either of you to ask about each other's work but you felt that it was now important for you to know. Knowing he wouldn't answer right away, you began on the daunting task that was your make-up. 

You managed to pull your hair up into a admirable bun, styled to match the simplicity of the dress. After carefully applying some crimson lipstick and black eyeliner, you were satisfied. 

Jungkook appeared in your doorway, unapologetically checking you out. And though you blushed about it, you couldn't help but do the same in return. He was wearing a black suit and had styled his hair to fall casually onto his forehead. His lips were just slightly pouted and his eyes looked darker then ever. A simple look from him was enough to take your breath away.