Y/N's POV:

I frowned and stood in front of three large mirrors as a woman took a tape measure and began to measure my legs, then my waist, then my arms, and then my breasts.
I blushed as she wrapped that tape measure around my back and then tried to figure out my bust size. Now, normally this wouldn't be that embarrassing if it weren't for one thing.

The fact that Jimin was holding back a chuckle in the seat beside me. I didn't move my body, for I already tried that once and the woman, named Marci, scolded me. I looked towards him slightly.

"You're having way too much fun over there."

He sipped on a glass of whiskey and shrugged.

"I'm not the one that needs a dress for the dinner tonight."

The woman finished and I sighed. Okay, so Jimin insisted on taking me dress shopping for this 'amazing dinner' that was scheduled for this evening.

"I had a dress."
I finally moved and threw my hands onto my hips.

"You're the one who insisted I get a new one."

He rolled his eyes.

"Please. That cock blocker?"

My jaw dropped.

"Excuse me!? I'll have you know I've warn that to many company dinners and have had plenty of people checking me out!"

Jimin laughed.

"Of course. Nuns wanting you to join their coven, I'm assuming?" I gasped.

Quickly he threw up his hands in surrender.

"No need to get your panties in a bunch, Lee. Sure, that dress is decent."
he stopped to smirk as if a dirty thought crossed his mind.

"But, I'm just saying, you do want to impress Jungkook, do you not?"

I crossed my arms over my chest, stubbornly.

"He doesn't care what I wear. He always likes it."

Sighing, he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yes, yes. Of course. But that's not what I mean. Don't you want him to... enjoy what he sees?"

With Jimin's raised brow I frowned and couldn't help but blush.

"Men. Always thinking of sex."

"Um, yes. Most of the time anyways. Except for certain moments... like when you're wearing that other dress."

I threw a tissue box at him. He laughed. Damn, he was still as outspoken as he was when I first met him. At least now I did consider him more as a friend.
And he seemed to accept me as one as well.

"You're an ass."

"Guilty." he winked.

"But seriously, Lee. We are going to the largest dinner party of the year. One with the mayor, and all the big shot companies. Besides this being my gift to Jungkook, this is me doing you a favor as well. The reason why Jungkook didn't bring it up in the first place was because he didn't want to subject you to such cruel, judgmental, assholes. You have to look like you belong with them to a certain degree or you're screwed."

I took in his words and let them soak in. He was right. This was a very big deal. I had to do what I could to look the part of a good wife. The wife of a rich, company owner.

Yes. I would do my best.

Looking back at myself in the three mirrors I felt a bit overwhelmed. I didn't look anything like the part I needed to play. This was going to take a lot of work for such a short amount of time. The woman Marci came over with a few dresses hanging over her arm. Taking them over to the dressing room door only a few feet from me, she hung them up inside the room and came out to smile at me

"Right this way, Mrs. Jeon."

I looked at Jimin and he shooed me with his hand. I listened and obeyed.

Once in the dressing room, which I found quite spacious, I began to undress and removed my sweater shirt. Then folding that up and putting it off to the side, I did the same with my jeans. Now I stood in just my underwear and bra, and looked around for the first dress. Ahh, there they were. I spotted the different dresses hanging and began to look through them.

All but one was short, and only a few had straps of some sort. Hmm... A pink one, a dark blue one, a green one, oh and a white one! Would these really look good on me? I mean, honestly these looked expensive! Knowing me and my clumsy self, I would spill something on them within the first few minutes of the dinner.

Gah!

Just as I was about the grab the lighter green one when my dressing room door opened and I screamed as the woman, Marci, barged in. I grabbed the dress and threw it in front of me, hoping I was at least mostly covered.

"What the hell are you doing!?" I questioned.

She frowned at my shyness.

"I'm to help you dress of course."

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Jimin's POV:

"I am very capable of dressing myself!"

My goodness, that woman was a handful. I couldn't help but laugh at the poor thing as I sat and listened to her freak out in the dressing room. Y/N really wasn't high maintenance, that was for sure. You could tell by the way she wasn't used to having someone help her.

"Mrs. Jeon! It's my job to help-"

I watched as Marci got escorted out the the dressing room. She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.

"I'll let you know when I need help!"

Y/N pressed on, trying not to sound mean but I could tell by her tone she was embarrassed and annoyed by the constant babysitting.

My goodness, Y/N was going to cost me some extra money, considering the scowl on Marci's face, I was going to have to tip her good today. But alas, this wasn't about me today. This was for Jungkook. My friend. He had been through so much, and yet still came out on top. Yet when it came to women, he lacked horribly.

For some reason though, he lucked out with accidentally marrying Y/N. She was perfect for him, and he for her. I only hoped Jungkook wouldn't let his pride get in the way, or his past for that matter, and ruin this good thing. Plus, I needed to see how Y/N felt about him.

I only hoped she felt the same way.

So far she seemed affectionate towards Jungkook, and I've even caught her staring at him. The way she looked at him told me a lot, and I prayed I wasn't just seeing things. So far, I had never been wrong when it came to reading people.

"My god!"

Y/N's voice broke over the door with a horrid gasp.

"Is this supposed to be like this?!" Marci took that as her que and quickly went to work.

She opened the door and slipped in.

"Let me get the zipper." I heard her say.

"Is this supposed to be this tight?!" Y/N's voice asked.

"Yes of course! It's the style!"

"Is it called the style of death!? Because I can't breathe!"

I heard Marci sigh. "Suck it in!"

"I am!" Y/N whined.

"Ahh, there! Got it!"

Within a moment the door opened and Marci walked out with a triumphant smile. Then Y/N followed in the first dress.

I couldn't breathe- or uh, think rather. Holy hot damn.

No wonder Jungkook was attracted to her.

Y/N walked up to the small platform in front of the mirrors and in front of me. I had to try and keep my cool as I crossed my legs.

She may be on the shorter side, but her body wasn't one to be ashamed of. How the hell had she been hiding all that under the clothes I normally saw her in!? I mean... shit.
My eyes couldn't help but roam from her head to her toes and back up. I caught the deep red tint on her cheeks and cleared my throat.

"Wow, Lee."

She looked in the mirrors and tugged at the bottom of the dress as if it was too short. The dress came down to her mid thigh, the top strapless. She was right about one thing, the dress sure was tight on her. The light green dress pressed her breasts up and accentuated the curves of her hips and even the surprisingly nice curve of her butt. She had a nice hourglass figure.

"I'm changing." she quickly said, turning and heading back into the dressing room. I didn't stop her either. God, Jungkook really is going to kill me now. Yet, he might thank me in the end. Yes, I'll stick to that one.

Marci quickly followed and helped her get out of the dress. Soon, and with less complaint, Y/N walked out in the next dress. This one wasn't skin tight but fit her figure nicely. It was a navy blue color and she seemed to feel a bit more comfortable in it. The length was about the same, and the material seemed stiff. This had small shoulder straps and came up a bit over her chest to give her a modest look.

As she stood in front of the mirrors yet again, she looked at herself and turned a bit, examining all the angles.
"What about this one?" she asked me.

I scratched my chin and looked at it closely.

"Hmm.. well, it does look nice on you, no doubt about that. But I think it is more fitting for a bridesmaid than a
fancy dinner."
I glanced up at her face. "What do you think?"

She shrugged.

"It's a dress. I don't feel too fancy in it."

"Agreed. Next one."

Y/N tried on a few more, all not the perfect look or fit for her. Sighing and looking down at my watch, I realized that we had spent more time than I had wanted to. Man, who would have thought I would be spending my time here with Y/N trying to make her look perfect for Jungkook?

Ha!

I pulled out my phone and began to look through my contacts. I picked a name and began to text them.

I heard the dressing room door open and Y/N's steps come closer. I finished my text and looked up at her.

I froze.

"Well?" she asked in a shy voice.

"I'm completely stunned."

I told her, and honestly, that was the truth. Jungkook wouldn't be able to take his eyes of her tonight. She blushed and looked at herself in the mirror. Beauty seemed to radiate from her entire being as she turned from side to side. The dress was perfect and she felt it too.

"I love it." she smiled brightly.

"Right." I swallowed hard and called Marci over. The woman walked over instantly and awaited instructions.

"Marci, we will take that dress and a pair of heels to match. Make them sexy yet wearable, please."

Marci smiled at me as I handed her my credit card.
Y/N caught the sight and watched the woman walk away.

"Jimin, I didn't expect you to pay-"

"Oh hush. I told you think was my gift to my friend, did I not?" I grinned at her.

"Now, better go change. I have to get you to the stylist in twenty minutes."

She raised a brow and touched her hair gently.
"Stylist?"
I rose to my feet and stretched my stiff legs.

"Of course, you're going full Cinderella tonight, dear. Hair, makeup, dress, shoes, all of it. Now hurry or we will be late."

A spark of joy shone through her grey eyes at me and I couldn't help but smile at her. Her legs quickly took her back into the dressing room. Marci came back with my card so I could sign it. After doing so, she went and grabbed the dress from Y/N and took it to be packaged.

"So are you taking Liya tonight?" Y/N's rose above the door. I frowned slightly.

"No. I'm taking Joanna."

"Joanna? I don't know her, do I?"
I could hear her putting her clothes back on.

"No."

Another moment later, Y/N emerged from the room with her purse ready to go. Her delicate face searched mine.

"Liya was nice. Why not just take her?"

I sighed. This is why I never hung around women for long periods of time. They just asked too much.
Luckily, I liked Y/N so I didn't seem to get as annoyed.

"Has Jungkook said anything about my previous occupation?"

Walking with me towards the exit where Marci waited with the dress and shoes, she shook her head. Well, then, I guess he was good on his word. He really was a good friend.

"Well, in my previous line of work, I wasn't able to get close to anyone. Doing so would only put them in danger. So, even to this day, I tend to have the same feelings towards dating. Who knows what people can find out about me and then what? Put even more lives in danger?"

Y/N's small frame froze in place. Her expression became saddened, which confused me. Wasn't it every guys dream to be able to be with whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted? She suddenly then reached out and touched my arm gently.

"Even with the chance of danger, you deserve to be happy,
Jimin."

Well, this woman sure was different. Jungkook, my friend, you sure are a lucky bastard.

"If only there were more women like you, Lee."
I told her honestly. She blushed slightly.

"Now, lets go get you ready for your date with your husband."

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Y/N's POV:

So after a four hours, I was almost done getting ready. Jimin had left me a bit ago, considering it was already four o'clock and the dinner party started at five thirty.
Jimin had treated me to getting my nails, toes and face done. He was going to take me to get some jewelry, but I insisted I had some of my own to use. He finally agreed and took off, needing to get ready himself and pick up his own date. I told him it was fine.

What a great guy.

He was such a good friend to Jungkook, and it made me admire my husband even more. How he attracted someone like Jimin to be so loyal to him was beyond me. It was nice to spend some time with him and get to know him better, and it saddened me to hear about how he viewed life.
It was a noble thing to think of others, but he needed to think of himself once in a while.

Ha! I should take some of my own advice.

I planned on taking a taxi to the dinner and ride back home with Jungkook after. As they were messing with my hair and just finished my makeup, I couldn't help but feel a bit excited. Even though I was nervous about being in the public eye, I was also feeling butterflies at the thought of being with Jungkook, all dressed up all evening.

Would he like was he saw? Or was this all in vain? Oh damn... maybe I shouldn't go.

A sudden tug at my hair pulled me out of the depressing thoughts and I focused on the stylist before me.

"There! Done!" she smile brightly and eyed my hair like it was a piece of artwork. Her magical hands grabbed the chair I sat in and turned me around so that I could see myself in the mirror.

Oh. My.