Midnight Drift | jjk 🏁

19| the ultimate fresher's party

It was one of those baby-blue skies, not the psychedelic candy-blue nor the washed out grey so characteristic of wintry mornings. The clouds were as puffs of radiant joy, ready to disperse into the wind, to travel our Earth. Sitting by the window pane, you watched the eddy, pure reflected rays dappled and swirling with sky, until all that remained was that perfect baby-blue, the same hue as before, as if inviting those born of wing to ride warm thermal air heaven-bound.

It was the weekend.

The day of the Fresher's party.

Slipping off the wooden chair, you walked outside the door and to the room adjacent to yours. When hearing no response after knocking three times, your hand found it's way to the doorknob before pushing the door open. Amidst the grey walls and Eminem posters was a bed, and sprawled on the bed like a buffoon was your brother.

"Yoongi!" Still no response. Lying flat on the stomach, his left cheek was entirely squished into the pillow, puffing out his milky cheeks while his legs and hands were sprawled out like a dead bird. Sure he looked like a cute sleepy kitten that you almost didn't have the heart to wake up, but it was past 12pm and Azalea was coming over so you both could get ready together.

Walking towards his bedstand, you lifted up the jug of water. "I swear to god Yoongi, if you don't get your fat ass up in 2 minutes, I'm gonna fucking tilt this entire jug on your head." His snores only got louder. He knows you wouldn't dare do it because the last time you did something like this, it didn't end good.

"Lea's coming over in 15 minutes." You raised your brows when he sprang up the bed like he was jumping on a trampoline.

Eyes wide open and hair sticking out in different directions, he looked at you. "W-Why?"

You had the sudden urge to pinch his fluffy cheeks and ruffle his smooth hair, but you refrained yourself because then he's gonna mess up your freshly washed hair and you cannot let that happen. "It's the Fresher's party today and we both will get ready together."

He nodded his head at the sudden remembrance. "Ah yeah, the party..."

The doorbell going off was enough for him to bolt past you and into the washroom like Flash. "Breakfast is in the oven." You yelled after him before going downstairs.

Upon opening the door, you were engulfed into a bone crashing hug. "Oof, calm down." You chuckled at her overly excited behaviour before breaking the hug and pulling her upstairs into your room.

Noticing her frantically looking here and there, you said, "Don't worry, Yoongs just woke up." You stifled a laugh when her cheeks went a deep shade of red, before closing the door to your room behind your back.

"So, ready to get hyped up?"

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After an hour of painful waxing, face masks and nearly two hours of deciding the hair and makeup along with getting the nails done, you both were ready. Now it might sound a bit typical, but standing infront of the full-length mirror, you really couldn't recognise yourself.

You pulled off an enticing satin wine red dress, wrapped perfectly around your figure. The satin cloth accentuated your curves with a high thigh slit, flaunting your toned leg and carved calf. To add more to its sophistication, an open gown moment had been projected from the waistline, separating this exquisite layer of satin from the front panel of slit. Dazzling laced embroidery ran down the edges of the slit as well as the gown layer; similarly neckline designed on a mesh reaching the beige bodice that cut into a low v neck, giving the skin delusion and revealing just the right amount of cleavage, the arm piece in red curved upwards.