Chris stared at herself in the mirror. She let her eyes trace the frame of her body, watching the pale yellow dress hug her torso and bunch at the waist before flowing down to her feet, observing how the split in her skirt that ran up to her waist made the gown all the more elegant.

Following her figure back up, she met her own eyes.

It was finally the day. The day she had been excited for all along.

But here she was, going into it all alone.

She had contemplated calling Hoseok so many times. But every time she tried, he had put the phone down before she could begin.

You don't deserve someone like him, Chris.

You had betrayed him, and here you are trying to get him back?

Pursing her lips together, she forced on a smile.

Her eyes travelled down to the rail beside her bed where Hoseok's jacket hung. And she couldn't help but wish he was there with her.

She knew it was selfish, but it was all she could think about.

Picking up her clipboard from her desk, she put on a small cardigan before heading for the door.

But when she opened it, a quick gasp fell past her lips as she looked up.

"Hoseok?"

His sun-kissed skin still shone as a bleak grey blazer hung over his shoulders, the same shade of pants lining his long legs. Hair of marigold perfectly styled into a middle parting, reminding her of the very first day they met. She couldn't stop the instant fire which began burning inside of her.

"Hoseok?"

"Hi," he seemed just as breathless as she felt. The sight of him had swept all the air from in her lungs, but he appeared to be feeling the same way.

"What are you—Wait before I say anything else, I really wanted to say that I'm sorry for what happened, I'm sorry that I had done that to you and that I—"

"Chris, you don't have to apologise," he had cut her off, shrugging, "Really, I think—"

"No, I do have to apologise, it wasn't fair to you, and it wasn't right of me to betray your trust like that. I'm so sorry. I really would like to explain myself to you, but I just hadn't had time to in the past few days I had—"

"Speaking of," he cut her off again, "We have a ball to go to."

"Huh?"

"And I'm here to pick you up!"

She couldn't help but stare at him, confused. Did he forget what had happened?

Sighing, he shook his head, "I didn't forget, Chris. And don't get me wrong, we still have to talk about it. But tonight I want to take you to the ball, dance with you and admire all the work you had put in for me. All the things you didn't have to do but did anyway."

"Wait," she raised an eyebrow at him, "What do you mean?"

"I know that you planned the entire thing and that you wanted to give the money to my father. And I'm so thankful for that, Chris."

"You weren't supposed to know," she huffed, frowning.

"I didn't give the boys much of a chance, honestly. I can pretend I don't know."

She smiled softly at him, "Well, I'm glad you know, it was so hard to keep this from you."

"You know you didn't have to do this for me, Chris. You didn't have to do this for my father."

"Yeah yeah," she waved him off, "So you're here to pick me up?"

"Mhm," nodding, he stepped backwards, finally letting Chris out from her doorway, "We're a little old fashioned around here. I must pick you up before the ball."

"Is that a rule?" she asked as they walked to the elevator.

"Yes," he grinned, opening his arm up for her to get into the lift before him.

The bubbles in her stomach wouldn't stop, and Chris let herself bask in the feeling. She missed this so much. She missed him so much.

A low chuckle sounded from her right, and she turned to see Hoseok smiling at the ground, hands in his pockets. The elevator opened then, and he stepped out, not before uttering a few words to her under his breath, however.

"I've missed you too, Chris."

—

The car ride was quiet, neither one knowing how to break it comfortably.

It kept Chris on her toes, however. Clutching at the edges of the passenger seat of Hoseok's truck, internally her mind was spinning with a thousand different dialogues of what to say to him.

Throwing an uneasy glance to her left, she watched him. How did he always have that little hint of a smile on his lips? How did setting her eyes upon him cause a rush of warmth through her veins? How come after all these months of knowing him she still felt her heart flutter hearing the way he hummed his favourite songs the moment it got too quiet?

"Great," Hoseok finally spoke, "We're not late."

Chris blinked rapidly as if that would transport her back to the present moment, "Hmm?"

"The woman of the evening, can't be late to her own ball."

She looked up to see that they had arrived. During the whole drive, she hadn't been aware of their surroundings, didn't realise how far they had travelled.

Turning back to the driver's seat, she found it empty. And moments later her door was opened, Hoseok holding a hand out to help her get down.

She still wasn't used to his chivalry.

"Would that mean you're the man of the evening?" she accepted his hand and hopped down, "Seeing as this entire thing is because of you?"

"My father," he corrected, a grin bloomed across his face, and Chris felt her own little garden of him in her heart do the same, "Wouldn't that mean my father is the man of the evening?"

"You're right," Chris let herself smile for the first time as they approached the entrance.

Yoongi and his girlfriend, whom she had met a few days prior, were seated, ready to start accepting tickets. Both their eyes lit up when they saw the pair, slight confusion in their expressions.

"Naileah!" Hoseok exclaimed, jumping around the table to hug her, "I've missed you so much! How are you?"

"Hoseok," anyone could see how the woman was instantly filled with sudden happiness, "I've missed you too! I'm okay, sorry I haven't been able to come around for a while."

"That's okay, I understand," he nodded at Yoongi, "I'm sure this one tires you out at home as well."

"He does," Naileah agreed, and Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"Hello, Chris," he huffed, turning to her, "How have you been? I'm sure you appreciate me a lot more than my girlfriend and best friend do."

"I've been..." her voice faltered slightly, as she tried not to look at Hoseok, "I've been okay! Ready to see the beautiful ball we've been planning."

"Ah yes, Jungkook had arrived a lot earlier and set up the flowers, so it's all ready for you both," Yoongi told them, standing and walking to the door. "Have fun!"

With that, he held onto the handle and pushed it open.

The town hall was reasonably large, which was helpful as most of the residents were planning on coming. Chris's eyes scanned the space, a gasp slowly leaving her lips. Jungkook had done an astounding job with the flowers, sunflowers lining every desk, flowing over all handrails, while marigold spilled from the vases on all tables. The rest of the boys were in charge of the other decorations, and they had followed her directions to a tee. Yellow tapestries hung from the pillars, petals pooled around the stage, and gold streamers dressed the chairs.

Chris couldn't be more content with how it all turned out.

Turning to her right, she tried to gauge Hoseok's expression. His eyes were full of wonder as they spun around the room, twinkling every time he gazed past the flowers. As he turned to the stage, a few strands of hair escaped his perfectly styled form, and before she knew it, Chris reached out to brush it back up.

She, however, hadn't become aware of her actions until Hoseok slowly turned to her, her fingers still threaded through his hair.

Within the few heartbeats that passed as their eyes met, Chris could have sworn she stopped breathing. The world ceased to exist.

"Thank you for this, Chris," he whispered, and she tried to open her mouth to reply.

But she couldn't hear herself over the sound of her heart hammering in her chest.

She knew what she had said, though.

Anything for you, Hoseok.

hey guys!!! happy early christmas!! i hope ur all having a great day! 

i wanted to share this adorable meme that the angel shimorimiyori made omg i love it sm isn't it so cute?