𝗤𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘀 𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲. 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 *𝗩𝗢𝗧𝗘* 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸. *𝗩𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲*

𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 '⭐️'

𝗚𝗼𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗼 𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 ✨𝗳𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿✨:

𝟲𝟬 𝘃𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 🌟

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🍓₊˚˖𓍢ִ👠✧˚.🎀༘⋆🥕ﾟ🍰

Ayy, I'll fill your day with heavenly scents

To remind you of my name at every step

Merging with your breath (Uh)

Lingering just at the tip of your nose

Etching itself into your mind

As the base-notes go on and on

- Perfume by NCT Dojaejung

𐙚 ˚໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ ⋆｡˚ ᡣ𐭩

《 𝟮.𝟭𝗸 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 》

"Oh come on Y/N, buy this. I am very sure he'd be whipped for you," Sofie insisted after handing you the nth dress to try on.

"It's too revealing for a first date, Sof. I don't want to give him the wrong idea. I want to dress like I normally do." You eyed the dress from top to bottom.

It was a satin, pink bodycon dress with thin straps and an elegant slit at the upper thigh. Though the dress itself was not too revealing, you were feeling shy to wear something that made you stand out more than usual.

"Yeah normally, but this ain't a normal day. It's your date with a handsome billionaire, Y/N! You gotta dress to impress. This dress would look so sexy on you. I swear. Pwease baby?" She made a luscious moue, stomping her feet cutely to melt you.

You had not told her about the sugar dating thing or that you met Ian on a sugar baby site. You just told her you found a match on Tinder and the guy was rich.

Well, that's to put it modestly.

He was a billionaire.

Surprisingly, you didn't know much about him. You felt so stupid for not asking what he did. You just assumed he must be the CEO or heir of some conglomerate. He could very well be a trust fund baby too. You didn't ask because you thought that it would look desperate.

Well, however direly you needed the money, your intentions weren't exactly of a gold digger. You didn't want to play with his feelings. Whatever happens, happens.

This surely wasn't immoral, right? Your intentions were genuine.

That you were sure.

Oh my god, you need to know what he does. Hence, you made a mental note to ask in depth what he did when you would meet him.

"Earth to Y/N? Baby I'm still here. Now go try this on and give me the pleasure of seeing those juicy buns in this." Before you could argue, Sofie pushed you into the trial room.

She was not wrong though, you did like the dress. But the question was, would the dress like you?

You quickly unbuttoned your jeans and got your top off. You huffed at how your hair got ruined in the process. This was the thing you hated the most about buying clothes. Couldn't they just magically swap with the one you're wearing without leaving your hair like a bird's nest?

After constant huffing and puffing, you managed to zip up the dress, thankfully the zipper was just under your arm. Plus one point for the dress.

After adjusting your hair, you gave a quick glance at the mirror to see how you looked.

And boy, was Sofie right.

You looked like a princess in the dress. The satin fabric hugged your curves like second skin. The sweetheart neckline was not too deep and gave a modest lift to your breasts, owing to the comfy cups. Your legs looked utterly delicious, as your voluptuous thighs peeked through the teasing slit.

Your décolletage looked equally kissable- with the delicate straps resting peacefully against your collar bones. The latter, sufficient to entice anyone to tug them down your supple arms and taste the tenderness underneath.

You breathed like the divine beauty called woman in the dress. Ready to bless anyone who breathed your presence and beguile them by the psychedelic view. A sight that the less you see the more you want. Addictive and seductive, like some forbidden fruit.

"Oh. My. God. Marry me. Baby. Fvck that date!" Sofie stood up from the couch and dropped her phone into the abyss of cushions.

"Stop exaggerating, Sofie!" you giggled coyly, hiding your blush behind the curtains of your hair.

"Baby you look stunning, sexy, ravishing- oh heck every adjective to describe how heavenly you look! Give me a twirl, my girl!!" She held your hands to give you a ball dance spin.

"Your back looks so hot." She skimmed her hands over the backless portion. Your wing bones, and the feline arch of your spine, added a feminine spice as the fabric plunged only a little under your arms. It was modestly sexy. If that was even an expression.

Oh to talk of the back. Ha.

The satin fabric seamlessly melted over your peaches. The curve and the softness, rendering it impossible to not squish them and give them a proud squeeze. Tell them they are good girls, just like the perky girls in front, which stole most of the show.

The behind the scenes were just as important as the main movie, after all.

Sofie was practically drooling and ogling them like they were sweet marshmallows. Resisting the urge to dig her canines, like some hungry wolf.

"Sofie? Does it look weird from back there?" you asked hesitantly, when you caught her eyes locked up on your assets. Their key, long thrown and forgotten in the deep ocean of her thoughts.

"We're buying this. I don't care. I'll buy it for you even if you don't." She once again pushed you into the trial room like a comedic skit, leaving you no option but to agree.

"Okay. I'll buy this one."

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Ian:

Hi Y/N. I can come and pick you up. If you're comfortable?

Y/N:

No Ian, it's totally fine, I'll take a cab. Just send me the location. Don't worry.

You smiled to yourself, hitting send. You were straightening your hair after doing some light make up. Your phone buzzed again on the vanity table.

Ian:

Okay. But only cause you insist. 🐰

If earlier you were smiling now you were grinning like a Cheshire cat. The one who had just gulped a bowl of her favourite milk.

He used bunny emoji because he knew you loved bunnies. He was so chivalrous and gentlemanly. He did not need to offer to pick you up, especially since it's your first date.

As of now, Ian had only proven to be a green flag. But you still wanted to play safe. Who knows he may turn out to be some wrinkly, old man. Or some stalker who just wanted your address.

If that came true you would be chagrined. As you wouldn't be able to argue that you have been catfished. Since it was you who practically bit the bait and trapped yourself in the web of sugar dating.

But as of now, Ian had been treating you like you had always wanted. The way your ex failed to. With respect and understanding. The two quintessential pillars of any relationship.

Wait, relationship?

"Ouch!" you cried as the hot iron just struck your neck. As if a queue from the universe to snap out of your delusional bubble.

"God, please everything goes well tonight!" you pleaded to the heavens above while applying your strawberry lip gloss and doing some final touches.

After grabbing your pearl studded clutch, you went to your cab which was waiting outside.

Throughout the ride, you timidly second guessed your entire look. Were you over-dressed? Or perhaps under-dressed? Did you look like you were trying too hard?

He was a billionaire. And the thing about people, who were filthy rich, was that they don't dress to look rich. They just look rich. It was their aura, which had this luxurious redolence.

They would dress pretty much like ordinary people but with their exorbitantly lavish, designer clothes. And that part was making you very nervous. You suddenly were feeling like some peasant attending a royals only ball party.

You really hoped Ian won't get turned off or more so, disgusted by your attire which perhaps only cost him one meal.

And then you thought-

Oh my, it didn't even cost him one meal.

Your worries were gnawing and whipsawing your sanity. You considered yourself as a fairly confident person. In fact, Sofie told you were as bubbly as her. And when around people, you instantly made them like you. A gregarious sunshine you were. But now, your sunshine was getting clouded by your anxiety. The gray clouds, being visible over you, like those sad characters in cartoons.

Your worries were cut through, when the car halted at the destination and you paid the driver.

After stepping out, you quickly checked your phone to see any text from him. And were surprised to find none.

Did you get stood up?

You didn't know what to do. You were standing outside this high end restaurant, where eating once would cost you two month's rent. If you go inside alone you would have to eat alone.

Should you wait outside for him? But why would he be standing outside? Should you call him? You haven't heard his voice yet.

You turned around your muddled head in all directions to search for him. But what were you searching for exactly? You didn't even know what he looked like.

And that's when it hit you hard. You were so stupid. This was a prank. You had been befooled and hoodwinked. This was a classic comeuppance for your desperation.

"Oh my God. I am so stupid." You palmed your forehead, standing alone outside the restaurant gate, earning suspicious glares from the guard and the valet.

"I should go back-" You turned your heel by 180 degrees only for your nose to be squished against the most pleasant, soporific fragrance you had inhaled. After the petrichor of course.

"I'm so sorry!" you mumbled against the fabric of their shirt.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry. Oh- Y/N! Hi! Did I keep you waiting long? I forgot my phone in the car so I had to go back and get it. Are you alright?" you heard the same euphonious notes that were etched on your eardrums since you met that man.

Same vanilla musk, but with a more refined and enriched, perfumed scent.

Your fluttering lashes flickered over the silhouette of his sculpted body.

Tiger lillies.

You recognized the inked artwork which had been tattooed in your memory, ever since you encountered the man who had managed to flutter your heart, despite your recent heartbreak. The man whose face was indelibly imprinted in your mind even if you only met him once last week.

You held his brawny arms for support, lest your discovery made you fall in a pit of delusion. You craned up your neck to confirm your conjectures. If they were a mirage or a mere figment of your imagination.

And right then, just like a stamp of approval, that delicate mole under the rosy, succulent lips, signed, sealed and delivered you the realization.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Jungkook helped you maintain balance, his hands cupping the thin air at your lower back. Still being a polite gentleman and not touching you without your consent.

Even though you wiped his crotch and gave him nonconsensual problems last week.

To think of that-

"Jungkook?" you asked, now stepping at a respectable distance from him, recovering from your fleeting stupor.

Regaining your senses, you absorbed his look only to lose them again. You mentally blamed yourself for being this cruel to your panties, having them all twisted at the sight in front of you.

His hair was crisp and neatly coiffed to reveal his alluring forehead. With that one little strand out peacefully and teasing you to hang your sanity from it.

Rippling pecs peeked through his black flannel evening shirt, with three buttons undone, coaxing you to settle your civilization in the valley of his pecs.

His long slender legs and thick thighs were accentuated by checkered cigarette pants. The very ones, which you had seen on models in Louis Vuitton advertisements. His shirt was neatly tucked in, and sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing his tattoos as his sexiest accessory.

He was an epitome of willowy, masculine grace. Models earned their bread and butter only due to his kindness and gratefulness. Lest they would be rendered jobless.

"I- I am alright. I am just waiting for my date, what are you doing here?" you asked gullibly.

Jungkook's chest rose as he took a deep breath, biting and playing with his lip rings in consternation. After a brief silence, he decided to let the cat out of the bag.

"Um Y/N, I am Ian."

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𝗟𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆?

🍓 𝗙𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝘁 : ✨️ starsinsky1999✨️ 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝘆 𝗺𝗲.

𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲, 𝗩𝗢𝗧𝗘!

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Bunny questions 🐇

🍓 You're Team Pink or Team Black?

🥕 What color are you wearing right now? (Me no creepy deepy! 🐧)?

🍬 Your favourite perfume? Or any luxurious one, you would want to have?

Please comment about the chapter as well, I want to hear your (positive) thoughts. Take care and stay healthy my bunbuns 💗

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Credits to original owners/editors 💗 :

I didn't include the outfit pictures earlier as I wanted my writing to build up the pictures in your mind.

Also, if I included the pictures, I felt I would rob you of the version you have imagined. I want you to  cherish your own dreamy version and not pop that bubble. Ugh, how do I explain this? I hope you get what I'm saying ToT.

A closest version of my imagination of her outfit:

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