Behind their masks

I won't let my wife lift a finger

Aerin's point of view:

I scooped up the layers from the dress, trodding out of the changing room. I let the dress fall down, sprowling around my feet. I glared at Jimin, sitting opposite me, examining the dress. "Well?" I grumbled, tired from trying on, now sixth of the ten dresses he picked out for me.

"Hmm," He hummed, watching me turn around in a circle. "I don't like this one, try the next one." He waved, shooing me away.

The stylist made her way towards me, but I moved away from her, picking the dress up barely above my feet as I waddled to Jimin, almost tripping up to him. "This is so stupid." I shoved the layers down again, crossing my arms firmly.

"Tough." He shrugged, his attention quickly averting to the ping of his phone.

I clenched my fingers, but my urge to strangle him was overruled when I was lead away by the stylist. I was helped into the next dress, squeezing through the top. It was a strapless, embroidered white dress, hugging tightly to my waist and flaring out into a huge gown, dragging behind me as I made my way out of the changing room for the seventh time.

"This is the last dress I'm trying on." I huffed, waiting for his response.

"Yeah yeah, whatever." He popped, his eyes glued to his phone screen.

I rolled my eyes, carefully walking towards him without tripping over my dress. I snatched his phone up and tossed it behind him onto a table. "Hurry up, and pick!" I snapped.

Jimin looked at me, his eyes fixed as he slowly got up. He stood there for some time, staring at me without saying a word. His eyes roamed, tracing over the entirety of the dress, until he met my face again.

He waved his hand at the staff, that immediately left us in the room without missing a beat. He moved his hand to my shoulder, his fingers softly brushing my skin, pushing back a lock of hair that had fell forward. "I like this one." His hand still lingering near me.

"Good, because I'm not trying on any more dresses." I grumbled.

"Come here," He popped, taking my hand as he lead me away in front of a mirror.

I stared at my reflection, seeing the dress actually on me was a different feeling. I admired the beautiful dress, the way it fit around me nicely and it flowed elegantly. But most importantly it was uncomfortable like some of the other ones.

Jimin came up behind me. "Don't move." He popped, placing a silver necklace around my neck, hooking it on. He met my eyes through the mirror, "You'll wear this at the engagement party." He ordered.

"Are we done now?" I whined.

He nodded his head, putting his jacket on again. "I've gotta get to the office, so I'll drop you home first." He said, grabbing his car keys.

The door quickly popped open, revealing a small figure appearing into the room. "Sir, your coffee," A waitress chimed, quickly handing Jimin a cup of coffee, before swiftly making her exist.

"Don't I get coffee?" I pouted, placing my hand on my stomach as it grumbled. I was extremely hungry, but I was seeing Somi later and I knew she'd come through with a shit ton of junk food for me. Still, he could've at least offered.