⟦TWENTY NINE - WARDROBE ISSUES.⟧

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CHAPTER 29: WARDROBE ISSUES.

WARNING: eh

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JUNGKOOK'S POV:

I awake to the continuous pitter-patter of rain upon my window, droplets yet to scatter the budding rays of the rising sun. Hearing the rain brings a sense of placidity to my mind, it's like a soothing melody. I love rain, and I always have and will. From the window, I can see a light grey sky, lighter than on the usual darker, moodier, less pleasant of days.Β 

It gets me thinking about the form of colors in today's world. Yes, we see the usual palette of pinks and purples, greens and blues, yellows and reds, and more, but haven't you ever thought to yourself, why is black, why is white, why is grey... Not a colour?

Now, it seems like quite a mind perplexing question but really thinks about it. Anyways, my mind's going off track again. I can feel myΒ eyelids shut and I then hear a sudden hum from just beside me. And I turn around to see him.

It's like as if the rain has gone now, replacing it with thousands of angled beams of sunshine, the rays hitting his golden skin perfectly. I relax in the bed as he rests on top of me, his heartbeat makes me want to fall asleep again. Luckily it's Saturday, so I can fall back asleep-

"Mmm-Don't go." He whispers, his warm breath fanning my neck. He croaks a little in his voice as he tells me next, "I like it here. I can hear yourΒ heartbeat."

I chuckle lightly as I move my fingers through his hair replying, "I won't, I won't." He hums again as he pulls the sheets a little more on us. A few minutes later, I'm still ruffling his hair as he lets out small snores that make me blush a little.

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JUNGKOOK'S POV:

"Mmm-Are you going back to your dorm or not?" I say to him as he gets up from the bed. He groans back in response, "I don't know."

"Well, if you want you can stay here, anytime." I hug him from behind. He turns around from looking at the mirror to me and I smile back. "Plus, then I can teach you way more easily."

"Let me go get some stuff, I'll be back," V puts the comb back down as he kisses my cheek and slips through me chuckling. He passes into the bedroom where I follow him, and all he does is laughΒ even more.

"Why are you laughing like that?" I ask him concerned and confused at is weirdness. He scurries the room chuckling to himself even more, but before he has to wink at me. "No... We are not!"

He leaves the room smiling, and I turn to the mirror to see myself in the reflection, instantly regretting that. My face is like a tomato, my hair is stuck in all directions and my smile- Yeah no, I look bad...

I think to myself, realizing that he might be a while so I take the opportunityΒ to go to the shower. As I'm in the shower I can feel my cheeks begin to ache, most likely due to the constant smiling that has happened since last night.

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V'S POV:

"wHy iS pIcKiNg aN oUtFiT sO hArD?" I croak out, then chuckling at myself in the room. "That's what he said."Β 

I stare at the now mess on my floor, huffing at the mess - no dump, I've made. I pick up some random fresh black joggers, "I guess?" And then drop them again, "They don't make my butt big- ugh."

I turn around, looking back at my wardrobe as I stare at the pink box. "Nah... I don't think he'll want to see that side of me..." I quickly take out the box, opening it to find thousands of garments layered in lace and silk, a sigh escaping my lips.

I take out the first thing which is this pair of dark red velvet shorts, bought a few months after I turned 17. They still fit me I guess, maybe they're a little tighter from gaining muscle, but they're still the same.Β 

There are a few other things in here, such as dresses and blouses, but I put them back in my wardrobe. "It's probably a turnoff... So no."

I carry on to pack more and more clothes in a Gucci Duffle bag seen as I can visit my dorm every few days to pick up other things if I have to. After I finish picking whatever I can in this non-existent existent period of time I throw everything back into my wardrobe.

And just as I am on my way out, my body turns and guess what I pick out of the wardrobe? Another bag, to which I fill it up with every single pair of silky shorts, lacy crop tops, and a few other things.Β 

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you know you're having an existential crisis when you're eating jaffa cakes that cost Β£0.59.

Β©keketan

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