#Jk's POV…
❝Paa, can you come to help me tie this!❞ I called from my bedroom. I wanted to look perfect and I couldn't quite tie this beaded necklace.
❝Coming honey.❞ He burst into my room and carefully pulled it back into a impressive style. ❝You look great. I'm sure everyone will wish they looked like you!❞
I rolled my eyes. ❝Thanks, pa, but I doubt it. It's fine though, I really couldn't care less.❞
Ruffling my hair, he shook his head. ❝Taehyung is lucky.❞
❝Hey, you're gonna mess up my hair!❞
❝You haven't even done it yet!❞ My papa looked like he was stifling a laugh.
❝Exactly why you need to leave! I'm going to be late if you keep stalling,❞ I exclaimed.
❝Okay, okay, I'm leaving!❞ And he walked out of the room. I turned on my curling iron that rested atop my dresser.
After a minute or so, it had heated up to the wanted temperature, and I began to force my hair into neat waves.
Finally, I found my posture of white flat shoes, and I slipped them over my socks. Thankfully, my feet hadn't grown much, so they still fit.
As I was walking out into the kitchen, a knocking came from the front door. I rushed over and swung it open to see Hyungie standing in front of me. He was wearing a white denim jacket with button closures and chest pockets. Underneath the jacket, he has on a light blue or lavender collared shirt, possibly a polo or a casual button-down, with a few buttons undone at the top.
His pants appear to be a matching light lilac or lavender shade, complementing the inner shirt.
He accessorizes with a silver-toned necklace, possibly layered, and a light-colored belt matching his pants.
His shoes looked as though they had just been shined.
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The car ride was short , and I got on with Mr. Kim, fairly well.
❝Do you want some punch juice or something normal?❞ Hyungie asked quietly but politely.
❝Yes, the punch juice, thank you,❞ I replied. This left me at the table with Momo. ❝So,❞ I said awkwardly, trying to start a conversation.
❝Soo…I see you two are matching,❞ she said with a giggle. I swear, she likes my relationship as much as I like hyungie.
❝Yeah, I guess my papa told his papa to get his a matching outfit, as these outfits were together on mannequines,❞ I said. ❝He's really sweet though.❞
Momo grinned. ❝Maybe you're lost in love land too! You look like you're not even in the conversation!❞
I mentally facepalmed myself for saying that. ❝Love is a strong word…❞
❝And your feelings aren't strong? Oh well, I'll let you sort that one out on your own.❞ She tossed her hair behind her shoulder. ❝Any interesting news?❞
❝Well, no, we've kissed a bit bit that's all,❞ I replied bashfully.
❝Aww, Ooh, don't look now, but I think Olivia saw you two come in together. She's glaring at you.❞
Naturally, I whipped my head around to look. ❝I told you not to look!❞ Olivia meet my eyes and seemed to puff her chest a little. I just shrugged and smiled.
❝It's fine, Momo,❞ I said as I turned back to face her.
❝Well, your lover boy is walking back over here. I'll leave,❞ she said, taking the arm of the boy who was approaching her.
❝Here's your punch,❞ he told me as he handed me a cup.
I smiled. ❝Thanks.❞ Taking a sip of the sweet liquid, I noticed that Olivia had moved and still looked mad. I then realised that hyungie and I had gone a long moment without speaking.
❝Do you wanna dance with me?❞ He asked. Thank God, I was worried about our conversation war more dead than a graveyard.
I took a final swing of the punch. ❝Yeah, let's goo.❞
He took my hand and we walked out onto the dance floor. People were bouncing and chaotically singing the song lyrics that played. Hyungie and I began to do the same. It was honestly really fun, and I was ever so glad I had come. Had hyungie asked me, I probably would've been at home, reading a book or something. But this was good. It was different, and out of my comfort zone. I liked it.
Suddenly my favourite tune started playing from the speakers, and so I sang along. The whole situation just felt natural.
A while later, a slow, sentimental melody filled the room. I knew how people slow-danced, so I did my best to imitate the posture of my Papa from when I had seen him dancing with my Appa. It was fairly simple, as we were really only swaying, after all.
We continued to sway to the music like branches of a sycamore in the window, and I'm unsure of when, but I had leaned my head on Hyungie's chest.
I contemplated our relationship in retrospection. We had both grown, and I would like to believe we bettered one another. Hyungie was there for me and taught me that people can change for good. And I was there for him, and I would help him in any way I could.
Feeling him press a kiss to my head, I felt incredibly grateful to have him. To have this. Because hyungie was different. He's my hyungie, My Taehyung and I'm glad.