➪ꏳꀍꍏᖘ 031

I'm nervous.
The feeling spreads through my body, to the tips of my fingers as I apply the last of my make up to my face, pursing my lips to swipe the soft brush of one of my favourite glosses over the dark pink colouring my lips.

My silk press travels to the low of my back,hair grown quite long since the last time I'd had a blow out.
It tickles my nape and I am reminded by why I hate letting my hair down when it's done,the travelling strands always seeming to head straight where I don't want them.

A little sigh escapes me as I stare at my reflection in the mirror,the comfortable attire of my light beige jersey,cropped and closed over my chest with it's buttons, over a warm long sleeve,brown trousers to fit to the soft colours I was wearing.

The little knitted piece set comfortably,maybe slipping down my shoulders from time to time due to the big size,but it was cold out,and with the long sleeve from underneath,it preserved enough heat as it covered my neck in the fashion of a polo neck.

I liked it,liked how soft the insides of my trousers felt to my pantyhose clad legs,and the white platform sneakers that brought an initial three inches to my height.

I still wouldn't be eye level to Jungkook,but at least he wasn't towering over me anymore.

I'm ignoring my face on purpose,not quite used to the soft colours where I usually contoured my face to look as cold and poised professionally able.
Not me being almost bare faced,except for the dark blush that my brushes provided,and the light touches of molten gold eyeshadow just beneath my brows,or the brownish red colour that sat glistening,a black pencil pulled along the edges to add to the rounding of my plump lips.

Oh,what the hell.Change is nice, especially if I like it.
Wasn't it?

I take a glance at my watch, spotting the time to be quarter too seven, meaning Jungguk was supposed to be here in about 15 minutes.

It's decided that I eat something light,just to douse the nerves fluttering in my stomach abit,as I'm eating the small snack quickly prepared in my kitchen.

Deciding to pass the time a little faster,I call Ymori, maybe she'd be able to calm my nerves more than the taste of salty crackers.

"Hey."
She sounds up through my phone, having picked up after the third ring.

"Ymori."
I sigh.

"What the hell are you sighing for?
Bitch,ain't you the one who called me?"
She immediately scolds me,and it succeeds in having me chuckle at how quick I had her on her horse.

"Yeah yeah,I'm just nervous right now?"

"You?
Nervous?
Why in the hell-"

"I'm going on a date with Jungkook."
I blurt out.

There follows a tense silence,due to Ymori being shocked or just because none of us has something to say,I didn't know.

"When?"

"Tonight?"

"Why are you making everything sound like you're questioning it yourself? Babe,are you questioning yourself right now?"
Her voice turns a pitch higher in concern.

"No,well-yes but ultimately no.
I'm just,I don't know...

Kinda worried about how this is going to go?"

"So basically,yes,you are ultimately questioning yourself."

"Do you think I should put it off,or maybe, I don't know, cancel it?"

"No,what the hell.
Jesus,that man has been salivating after your ass for years,give him a break."

"But do you think he's worth it?
I'm not up for placing myself in shitty situations just to end up having my  vulnerability abused ,again."

"I don't know Ari,you're just going to have to find that out for yourself.
Let's see how the date goes,and look for the potential red flags,I'm guessing this is his first test,ehh?"

"I don't want to make it seem like that,I genuinely enjoy his company Ymori,and it's not like I'm in love with him or anything,hell I'm not even sure just how much I like him,but clearly I do,at least enough to go on a date with him."

"Arielle Lavaste ranting, entertainment in it's finest form.
I suggest that you just let things go with the flow,don't think too much,as you clearly are doing right now,Jesus Ari,just enjoy yourself.
Oh,and try not overstepping the law of public indecency.
I'm not bailing you out if a waiter finds the two of you fucking in a stall."
A disgusted scoff is let out at this,and I roll my eyes.

"We're not that bad.
Besides,sex isn't on the table for tonight,just chivalry and a gentlemen.
I think?"

"Yeah yeah,just remember what I said okay,I don't wanna hear nun of you whining up my ass because you were being too uptight -

I hear the doorbell ring,and cutting Ymori's little preaching off mid sentence with a hastened bye bitch, I open the door to Jungkook.

Dressed from head to toe in colours similar to mine,a white polo neck,paired with loose black slacks and a coffee brown leathered coat with a furred collar, stretched across broad shoulder.

Well damnit.

He looked handsome, devilishly so with his mullet hanging down his nape and the curly bangs covering his forehead.

I watch as his eyes widen, his gaze stroking down the brown strands of my silk press,the smooth skin of my forehead in nothing but a light dusting of concealer,down to the blush complimenting my mocha brown skin,and lower still,to my fit that matched him similarly in colour.

Guess that's why he specifically sent me colours to pair my clothes with.

I watch as he licks his lips, slightly tugging his lower one into his mouth before letting go and having the red of it stand out even more underneath my front porches lamp.

"Hello to you too, handsome."
I cross my arms over my chest when the silence stretches longer than necessary, making me even more nervous with Jungkook's light gaze trailing all over my body.

"So pretty."
I hear Jungkook's soft whisper,and my cheeks heat,able to melt the hands of anyone who touched it if they dared,but I'm happy that it's disguised by my skin and the fake dusting of red to my cheeks.

"You look so soft,and beautiful.
So,so pretty."
He looks into my eyes again,and a small smile stretches across my lips at his compliments.

Boldly, whenever was I not,I step closer until we're a mere step away from each other,and I'm able to feel the heat permitting of off his body,smell the sweet intoxication of his spicy scent that clung to his clothes, touching the lapels of his coat that clothed his wide shoulders.

My baby looked yummy,to say the least.

"You don't look so bad yourself,baby.
I might want you on that dinner table instead."
I giggle,and his cheeks flush adoringly,I'm assuming his snapped out of his daze because he leans down and the added length of my sneakers makes it easier for me to reach him.

His lips,soft against mine.
And I can't help but smile,the night already seeming to look worthwhile.

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