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Y/N's POV
"Gosh, that is beautiful." I couldn't help but sigh in awe as Mrs. Choi, Jungkook's housekeeper and in-house help, handed me a sleek black box with Maison de Luxe printed across it in sleek gold letters. "Did Jungkook get it sent from the office?"
"Yes, from the office. I just received it and brought it straight to you," Mrs. Choi nodded. "The Young Master specifically told me this morning before he left for work, that a parcel would be coming in. I was asked to receive it safely and to hand it over to you without delay."
"But... ahjumma," I hesitated, glancing at the large box which was velvety to my touch and screamed luxury, just like it's name. "Wouldn't this be very expensive? Are you one hundred percent sure that Jungkook asked you to give it to me?"
Mrs. Choi looked at me incredulously, like I'd grown two monster heads all of a sudden. "Well, who else would he ask me to give it to, my girl? Don't be ridiculous!"
I bit my lip. "You know he orders in such clothes for his mother from time to time. What if this is for Mrs. Jeon too?" I knew Jungkook's mother didn't think too highly of me. What if my claiming this dress which was actually meant for her, worsened her impression of me even more? She already thought of me as undeserving of her beloved son, in both looks and status. What if she started to think of me as greedy and covetous too?
I shook my head, feeling the need to confirm again. "I'm positive he didn't tell me anything about this. And Jungkook is hardly someone who'd forget about such an important thing considering how strained my relationship with his mother is."
"Or maybe he just wanted to surprise you," Mrs. Choi chimed in with a raised brow, easily dismissing my concerns.
"He doesn't have to tell you about that too, does he? That would ruin the fun of it," She smiled, tapping the box lightly. "Besides, taking a look inside won't really hurt, would it? If it's your size, you're the owner; and if it's not, well... in that case, you can always trust me to wrap it up just like new again." Her signature thin-lipped smile was professional and self-assured.
I had tried imitating her smile multiple times in front of the mirror before, trying to look as confident and professional as Mrs. Choi, but always ended up looking as if I were grimacing. I'd given up trying.
There was no way I could look even half as composed and unruffled as her. She'd worked as a housekeeper directly under Mrs. Jeon's command for more than twenty years before coming here and housekeeping for Jungkook. If she could work for Mrs. Jeon for so long, I was inclined to think she could do pretty much anything.
"I assure you, I'll do it so perfectly that even the people at Maison de Luxe won't be able to tell the difference." Mrs. Choi continued, clearly unaware that I needed no assurance about her abilities. She was the best of the best. Her salary, which was, in fact, much higher than mine, despite the fact that I worked at Jeon Corporation, was proof of that.
"I have no doubt in your abilities," I admitted as she nodded satisfied and then, pressed the box into my hands a bit more insistently.
"Good, go on and open it then," She urged as I nodded and walked towards the bed before placing the large black box on top of the comforter. Admiring the glossy gold ribbon that ran across the length of the box, I let my fingers glide over its silken surface before pulling at the knot that held it together and opened the package to reveal a gorgeous champagne coloured dress protected by another layer of a buttery smooth, translucent wrapping paper.
The dress felt extremely luxurious as I cautiously lifted it up and out of the box, careful not to crush any of the shiny tulle embroidered with white flowers. I sucked in a shaky breath as I looked at the deep v-neckline and the elaborate floral appliqué embroidery that flowed down onto the skirt disrupted only by silver swarovski beads that ran along the waist in the form of a belt.
Behind me, Mrs. Choi cleared her throat rather noisily before continuing in a mildly amused tone. "There's no way the Young Master was thinking of his mother when he bought that."
The remark caused my face to heat up irrevocably as I waited for her to finally leave the room so I could throw a silent fit to make up for my embarrassment.
I glanced at the dress again. Jungkook wanted me to wear this? This was a dress fit for royalty... not me.
I carried the dress to the wardrobe, holding it up against my body before glancing at my reflection in the mirror.
Yup, I definitely didn't look like royalty.
Biting my lip, I decided not to be unnecessarily self-critical of myself and stripped out of my oversized tee and shorts, tossing the clothes into the laundry basket before stepping into the adjoining bathroom.
JUNGKOOK's POV
"Y/N-ahhh," I called out in a sing-song voice, pushing the door open slightly to peek into our bedroom and make sure the coast was clear before I entered. The last time I'd barged in carelessly, Y/N was dressed in only a towel, sipping on water as she waited for her face pack to dry; and had nearly flung the liquid at me, yelling at me to get out.
Finding the room empty, I sauntered in, taking off my coat mid-way towards the bed. Tossing it onto an armchair, I quickly loosened my tie before falling onto the bed, eyes closed and arms folded under my head.
"Babyyy," I called again, knowing that Y/N was probably inside the walk-in or the bathroom. There was still plenty of time for the party to start. I just hoped she hadn't decided to not wear the dress I had sent for her. I knew she was going to need some convincing in that case.
"I'm right here, Mr. Impatient. Stop shouting my name," Y/N seemed to be struggling on the other end.
A mischievous smile tugged on my lips. "Okayyy, Y/NNN," I sang loudly, already visualising her annoyed expression. That she looked a hundred times sexier when she was pissed off and tried to boss me around, was an understatement.
"I'll deal with you later, after I'm done zipping this up." She seemed to be gritting her teeth. I grinned as I heard her shuffling around in the walk-in-wardrobe, probably trying to reach for the zipper on the back of the dress.
Standing up, I leaned against the wall right beside the wardrobe's door and lightly knocked on the wooden surface. "Why don't you ask me for help, Pink Cheeks?"
A loud huff. "Because the chances of you stripping me naked are much higher than you helping me zip up,"
"Why don't you take a chance, still?" I bit my lip, highly amused.
Y/N remained silent for a long moment before her voice sounded again from across the door. "Until when are you going to keep devising ways to see me in various states of undress, Jungkook? Don't you have a company to run?"
"Well, you're the one who needs help, love, is it not?" I teased. "Don't you think it's rather cruel of you to resent me just for seeking the small pleasures of life?"
Feeling playfully smug, I waited for her heated retort but it never came.
I guessed she was either fuming in frustration or desperately trying to hold onto the last bits of her dignity as she thought of a way to ask me for help which she did indeed require but had stubbornly been denying all along.
The thought of her doing either of the two made me want to chuckle but I held out until instead of her response, came a faint sound of metal clicking and turning as the door to the walk-in was pulled open by her, her large, dark eyes locking with mine for a brief second before she nearly pushed the door all-the-way closed again, obstructing my view of the rest of her.
"Promise me that you won't look until I ask you to," She asserted. "You'll zip the dress up and wait outside. If you can do that, I'll let you help."
"I really wonder who's the one asking for a favour here," I drawled teasingly as her pink cheeks flushed darker, turning a bright red after all the effort she seemed to have put in into zipping the dress.
"So far you're the only one making all the rules." I spoke lowly, staring at her intently as she bit her lip.
"That's not a bad thing,"
"Not in the least," I smirked.
"I'll take that as a yes then," Giving me a flustered look, Y/N removed her hands from the door and silently turned around, revealing a concealed zip that she had pulled up halfway across her back. "That's as far as my fingers would reach," She mumbled softly as she gathered her dark hair with slender, deft fingers and pulled them to the front, leaving her beautiful back bare.
"It's a pity we are a bit short on time," I drawled softly, gently gripping the fabric with one hand as I deliberately let the other trail down her smooth, warm skin. "I would have loved to show you all the places on your body i could reach with mine,"
Y/N's sharp intake of breath caused me to smirk. It was amusing, no - entrancing, how I could make her gasp in dismay with even the least dirty of remarks. Before she could pull away though, I quickly finished my task and backed away, allowing her to slam the door shut in my face.
Y/N's POV
Heart racing, I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down before looking sideways at the mirror. One sentence and my knees already felt like jelly; warmth coursed through my entire body and my stomach did flip flops as if someone had set loose all the butterflies inside.
Shaking my head, I smoothed my hands over the flared tulle skirt of the dress, taking a moment to admire myself... the dress made me want to admire myself.
It fit me like a glove, the fluffy tulle skirt ending mid-thigh and the deep neckline beautifully emphasising my collarbones and other rather modest assets. It was a blessing that my skin hadn't been acting up too much lately; I thought to myself as I carefully checked my face and neck in the mirror, checking for any rashes, spots or redness that I might have to conceal with makeup. Considering the elegance of this dress, I could only imagine the scale on which the party was going to be held tonight and indeed, I wanted to look my very best.
Taking in a deep breath, I quickly did my skincare, proceeding to do my makeup with practised hands. I'd watched Jungkook do my makeup so many times before that I breezed through the whole process without making any mistakes. Once I was satisfied with the way my skin looked, I set down my brushes and smiled at my reflection, trying to be as confident as possible.
With all my imperfections and insecurities masked, there was nothing I couldn't do.
Continuing to give myself a silent pep talk, I pulled the rollers out of my hair and gently combed my fingers through the loose waves before reaching out for one last thing. Lipstick.
As if on cue, there was a knock on the door. I turned. "Jungkook?" I asked cautiously.
"Yep," My boyfriend cleared his throat. "Just wanted to tell you... please wear that red lipstick."
Biting my lip, I couldn't help but suppress a mischievous smile as I glanced down at the exact same red lipstick he was referring to.
"Why?" I kept my voice free of emotion, trying to sound like my usual clueless self.
But this time, I was anything but. Jungkook loved this lipstick on me. And I knew exactly why he loved it too. It had been his favourite on me ever since I'd worn it for his 'birthday night'.
"Just do it," Jungkook persisted. "Trust me."
I contained another smile. "Don't you think pink will look better though? It's less sensual." I asked innocently.
There was a moment's silence. I bit on my lower lip. Did he already see through me?
"I don't appreciate you being cheeky with me, love." Jungkook sounded like he was narrowing his eyes. I shrugged. He couldn't really do anything about it though, could he?
"Mhmm, okay, we'll see," I sang in response, grinning at the door even though I knew Jungkook couldn't see me. Swiping the bold rouge over my lips, I watched fascinated as my whole look came together in an instant. The bright pop of colour really did add that x-factor to the whole look, making me feel like a princess.
Even if it was momentary, even if I knew it wasn't the real me, I still felt beautiful.
I rarely ever felt like that but today, the reflection that stared back at me from the mirror was really beautiful. Ethereal.
And I loved the rush of excitement it gave me.
Humming softly, I slipped my feet into the white stilettos Mrs. Choi had laid out for me and took one last look at myself before stepping out of the walk-in.
Guess it was time to do something bold just like my lipstick.
Rock my beloved boyfriend's whole world.