Loving You Out Loud: JJK

Chapter 20

"I believe you but we have to set some rules and I don't want to walk in and see you guys in such an intimate moment again." I combed my hair through my tangled coily fro and let out a heavy sigh, releasing some of my anxiety. "I'm not trying to be a possessive girlfriend but I have boundaries and I don't want to feel like I'm being disrespected in my own home."

"Of course and I would never want you to feel that way ever, especially not in our home." Jungkook took a seat on our bed and pulled me onto his lap, wrapping his muscular arms around me in a tender embrace. He kissed my clothed shoulder before resting his head upon my it. "I agree we definitely need to set some rules. Let's do that tonight, today I want to take you out on our first outing as a couple in Korea"

With those words my entire demeanor shifted. One moment im a disgruntled woman complaining about the woman who now, temporarily, resides in our home and then the next I'm a giddy hyper girl who can't wait to go her first date with her boyfriend. I couldn't help but giggle and pepper kisses across his cheeks.

Without another word, I sprang into action to change out of my loungewear into something a bit more date worthy. It was a bit warm out and I knew that if we were out in public I would need to dress discreetly.

As Jungkook hopped into the shower, I slipped into a yellow floral cropped top and my favorite pair of blue jeans.

I hadn't noticed Jungkook's presence in the room until I felt his hands wrap around my exposed stomach. "You haven't dressed like this in a while. Reminds me of when we first started dating. I like it."he pecked my shoulder "You look beautiful" He spoke as he nestled his head into the bend of my neck.

It's true the last time I dressed in my own true fashion was when I was in New York. Though I hate to admit it, Americans were a lot more accepting of different body types especially in comparison to countries like Korea and China. By no means am I defending American beauty standard; it, in its own way, perpetuates an unrealistic unhealthy standard of how  women should look, but the idea of a women having curves is not completely disparaged or looked down upon.

I guess once I moved to South Korea, the realization that I was not only the Other due to the color of my skin, but also my weight caused me to change my style in hopes of somewhat blending into the background.

Though I would typically meticulously plan out an outfit that hid my shape, today I set caution to the wind and decided that since I was going on a date with my Kookie I would dress the way I wanted to.

" Thank you cutie." I giggled and ran my hand across the back of his arms that were still wrapped around my waist. "Now finish getting ready"

I sigh as I feel his warmth leave my body as he stripped himself of his towel and proceeded to get dressed. I watched as he slipped his baggy light bluejeans over his tiny waist and put on the oversized belenciaga  shirt that I was wearing last night in bed.

I raised my brow in confused "It smells like you." He said with a toothy smile and a nonchalant shrug of his shoulder.

I rolled my eyes and laughed before getting up and going back to our conjoined closet and put on a pair of high top converse and his oversized jean jacket that surprisingly still fit a bit oversized on me.

Once we were completely ready we went out to the black car that was parked outside waiting to pick us up. "So where are we going?" The curiosity was all consuming.
"You'll see."
When we arrived at our destination I couldn't help but smile. Vante Gallery.

"You remembered!" Once again the big bunny-like smile I love spread across his face.

"You've been talking about it nonstop.I figured we could check it out grab some coffee and take a walk in Han river park" I smiled wholeheartedly understanding his intent to recreate our first ever encounter with one another in New York.
It was such a sweet gesture that I wanted to kiss him. I was about to so  until it dawned on me that we were in public, instead I bit my lip and said "Thank you, Kookie!"

Jungkook simply smiled and escorted me into the notorious gallery. It was beyond what I expected. Even though I had read the raving reviews of the unorthodox gallery's almost otherworldly ambiance and layout. I wasn't expecting this.

While most galleries used minimalistic  features such as white empty walls to allow the focus to be solely on the artist work, this gallery took a different approach. The space was divided into small rooms that were all individually curated to showcase one installment. With each room came a different and distinct ambiance that complemented the artists work seamlessly.

One room housed a silver Sorayama sculpture of a completely nude Android women with her hand suggestively peaking into a chastity belt that adorned her tiny supple waist. In said room, the walls were covered in images reminiscent of playboy magazine covers but instead of scantily dressed women the images were of similar silver Android women. It was provocative and kind of raunch yet somehow not sleazy.

My favorite installment by far was of a dimly lit room with dark grey marble walls covered in vines and  roses that framed a large painting of a couple in a tender embrace underneath a bright red umbrella. The rest of the image is split into two different landscapes. One side, her side, depicts a snowy cityscape with gray skies tall buildings and streetlights, his side depicts a seemingly different city with heavy rain clouds brightly lit stor windows and is bit more crowded by pedestrians with shopping bags.

Overall the image had a romantic feel to it and the ambiance of the room made the image seem so much more dramatic. I couldn't stop myself from staring as I allowed my eyes to dance across the canvas. I was enraptured by the image, so much so that I hadn't realized that Jungkook had left the room for brief moment.

A/N: Quick question.What do we think of the inclusion of the pictures of y/n? If you aren't of fan of it feel free to tell me.

Also, I love reading your comments. Even though I'm a bit shy in replying I want you to know that my heart flutters whenever I see you expressing your interest in my little old fanfic.