➪ꏳꀍꍏᖘ 041

There's a glaze to Amori's eyes as her gaze trails over Arielle, gassadly elegant in her nightgown,stretched over the confines of her voluptuous body proportions.

Her boyfriend,her beloved Jiminie, definitely did a good job designing it.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Asks said woman clad in gown that entrances even her best friend the slightest.

"Because you're pretty."
Amori states in a tone of the obvious, narrowing her eyes when her best friend seems to roll her eyes at the  remark.

"I look like this every day, literally."
She scoffs lightly,not taking Amori's words seriously as she fluffs the curls atop her head to seem thicker.

The silky glance to her hair all conventionally thanks to the best bestie of the besticals,having helped straighten and curl her hair to form a soft halo of black around the low of her shoulders and nape.

Yes,maybe she was just to appear as a mildly important guest due to the title she had in her possession,but she indeed had to look the part of being elegant and exquisitely beautifully crafted.

At least,those were the words of Amori.

"I swear to God,you better not be downgrading my baby's hard efforts -"
A hiss escapes Amori,her hands placed to her hips as she narrows her gaze accusingly at Arielle.

"No jeez, chill.
The dress look like an incarnation of a piece of heaven.
Or the trenches of hell?"
She questiones to herself which has  Amori smirking the slightest in satisfaction,looking on as  Arielle touches to the lace material that stretched across the sleeves of her dress,pretty incarcerated patterns of swirling jasmine that padded down the length of her arm.

It puts the slightest shine to her skin as well,the subtle layering of white sparkling powder stitched within the material,as fine as dust,and yet it creates the effect of a thousand silver gems glinting to her dark skin.

It follows up to her narrow shoulders,the molding of the dress's lining against her slender waist, accentuating the width of her shapely hips,and the exposure of her smooth back,down to just a couple touches above her ass crack, scantily covered by the satin that stretches down the length of her smooth legs,an lusciously pint of melanin skin exposed through the slit that stops at the top of her thigh.

When Jimin first took her fittings and showed her an slight sketch of what he was busy conjuring up in his mind,this wasn't, exactly what she had expected.

She definitely looked much the sirenic seductress he wanted to make her out to be.

"Isn't it abot to slutty though?"
It may be the  first time ever,but Arielle feels slightly shy.

She can't gather why,she's been seen with clothes much less clothed as these,and she strode confidently in them.She knew admiring gazes would occasionally lingeron her,and she'd always revelled in how pleasantly it stroked her ego.

The faintest idea prickled her mind on why she might've felt the way she did,but she didn't want to ponder on it.

She was afraid to ponder on it.

"Arielle Lavaste,shying into modesty?
This is a first."
Amori scoffs while she gulps abit of her wine down,her tongue lingering to swipe across her lower lip where she savours the bubbly feel that echoes in the confines of her mouth.

"Definitely."
Arielle agrees, settling to chug abit of the heavily doused cocktail in front of her, courtesy of Amori for having poured them both a drink with her arrival earlier this afternoon.

A drink that turned into two,and where Arielle logically was still nursing her second one,Amori didn't have a care in the world when just having gulped the last of her fourth down her throat.

"I'm getting the idea it's because someone else is going to be there as well."
Amori sighs into her empty glass,before putting it down on the dresser near where Arielle had been seated on the plush single stub of a chair in front of her dressing mirror.

Tending to the last of her make up with feather light touches,the slight sheen to her healthy skin and the dark colours that fitted to the theme of her dress.

"Shut it."
She says in an annoyed tone when she'd done pursing her lips to apply the dark liner of the pencil to them,waiting a bit to apply the lip stick and then gloss since she was only to leave in about...

25 minutes?

"How?
I didn't even say his name."
Exasperated is the tone of her voice when she goes into Arielle closet, moving to the drawers that held all her jewelry, pulling out the three delicate sets of white pearled chokers that were custom made,gifted to Arielle by herself.

She had the money,after all.

"Those definitely.
And let's leave Jungkook for when I eventually have to deal with him,please?"
She agrees with her best friends taste in the jewelry she picks while simultaneously bringing them back from the topic of Jungkook.

"I'd suggest you stay in and third wheel me and Jimin but that would be like rubbing salt into your unhealed wounds,so ..."
A soft sighs come from her dear friend,her warm presence behind her back.

Arielle looks up at Amori through the mirror,her light brown skin flushed a pretty pink,the dark pits of her black eyes doused in what could only be an dazed happy glow and the slight smile that stretches across her plump lips.

Even dressed in what Arielle considered a black thrash bag on most days,with how the shirt hung lazily down her thighs with the short tights she wore beneath, the black bonnet covering her braided hair.

She was still heavily coloured in the pink that only dusted those who were in the pre stages of a new blossoming love.

She had a glow to her happiness,and it looked so fucking good on her best friend that she wouldn't mind third wheeling with her and Jimin the slightest if it would keep the dazedly happy look on her face as it did.

And when Amori's gaze tilted down to Arielles in the closed scrunch her eyes took to when she was smiling...

She wondered,what it would feel like to be in her situation.

If she wasn't always running away.

Would she be this happy?

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Unfortunately,I still want to write Jungkook domming in one of the last smut scenes.

So no,this story shall not have a angsty/sadending.