The Dress
It's summer vacation but that's no excuse not to do schoolwork. Or have a good sing-a-long.
"You're taking over my heart, taking over my head, making me rewind everything that you said."The song reaches it's climax and you raise my hands above your head. "I can't concentrate, my mind has chase everything that you do."
You catch your hips moving to the beat on your chair and stare down at the textbook you got in the city earlier. Words blur.
"I stop all the time when you come around, it's always the same reaction." You give up. You've been at this for a good hour and can't get into it. Seriously, who can get into psychology? "
"DON'T YOU KNOW THAT YOU'RE MY FAVOURITE DISTRACTION". Singing along to the lyrics involuntarily, you close the book. Enough's enough.
A muffled laugh alerts to another presence in the room and you rip out the headphones from your ears. Turning from the desk you see Youngjae and Jackson lounging on the bed, watching you.
You flip them the bird and then get up from the hotel desk, stretching your legs. A glimpse out the window shows you that it's dark outside and surprised, you look at the clock sat on the mantlepiece.
8:37.
After getting back upstairs with Yugyeom, it was gone 6:00 and you'd more than had enough so had decided to take a nap. The others were doing various other activities and they'd worn you out. More than anything the confusion was exhausting.
Once you woke, you got restless so decided to pull out the textbook and make some notes.
You stare down at the two boys sprawled out on the bed.
"What do you want?"
Youngjae laughs. "We could hear you singing from next door and wanted to join the party."
Your cheeks flush and you admit that it is embarrassment creeping up your spine.
Jackson clears his throat as you shift uncomfortably.
"Anyway... we're going out. Get changed."
You look up in surprise and glance at the clock once again. "At this hour?"
"God you sound like my mum!" Youngjae gets up off the bed, comes over to you and slings an arm over your shoulders, steering towards the bathroom. "Now, get your cute butt in there and get changed so we can have some fun!"
You shoot a panicked look behind you at Jackson but he's just smiling reaching for a carrier bag.
Youngjae lets go of your shoulders as you reach the bathroom and you quickly turn to them. Jackson thrusts the plastic bag into your hand and flashes you a cocky grin. Your core tightens at the promises hidden within it. "Get dressed."
"What? But i was just about to go to bed!" You protest to the two of them.
"Ohhh no you're not. You need cheering up so we're going out." Youngjae shares a smile at Jackson. You're starting to get suspicious.
Sceptically you ask, "What are you guys planning?", eyebrows raised.
Jackson grins that grin again and comes into your personal space. Looking down at you, he tilts his head. "That's for us to know and for you to find out." He emphasised his point by tapping your cheek as if you're a child. Lastly, Jackson takes your shoulders and spins you around, pushing you into the bathroom.
They slam the door and you hear them laugh.
"I hate you guys!" You yell, banging on the door, angry and confused more than ever.
Their laughing increases.
The plastic bag in your hand rustles and your attention is drawn to it. You open it slowly, as if something were to jump out at you. Nestled in the bottom of the back is a scrap of dark green fabric that you lift out. A dress.
The material is soft and slips through your fingers.
It's exactly your style.
That confuses you even more.
Curious as to what they have in store, you undress and put on the dress.
The long sleeve come to your wrists and the round neckline cover everything important. The thing that makes your eyes widen though is the length. It stops mid-thigh and clings to your body, hiding anything that may make you self conscious yet accentuating your natural curves.
You feel... good. Pretty, even.
Not stopping to over analyse the feelings swirling in your head about the dress, you head towards the door, picking up the carrier back with your day clothes in.
"Can I come out now?" You say impatiently.
"Uh huh," is the only reply that comes from the other side of the door.
You feel nervous.
Who is it on the other side?
Cracking the door open slightly, you peer out and shriek when a brown eye meets yours.
The door is pulled away from you and exposes you, lit up by the light from the bathroom from behind.
You pad over to your bag and drop down the carrier bag before to turning to Jackson.
"Well?" You ask, beginning to feel uncomfortable under his gaze. His eyes travel slowly up and down your body, tracing you outline and you've never felt so exposed. "Jackson? Come on, is it that bad?" You look down at yourself, disappointment beginning to creep in.
In your peripheral vision you see feet approach and look up when Jackson stands right in front of you.
From here the heat in his eyes is unmasked and scares you and excites you at the same time. Biting your lip, you stare back, almost a challenge. His mouth opens.
"I.. I-," You've never seen Jackson so speechless and fight the urge to laugh.
"Who chose this? I love it." You say softly.
"Yugyeom." Jackson's breath dances over your lips as he says the other man's name.
Again, Yugyeom has done something so sweet yet so simple. Well. Nothing is simple about buying someone a dress. He'd have to know your size. It's then you realise how well he does know you, despite the time away from each other.
The phone calls throughout those years.
You want to see him. To let him see you in this dress. To thank him.
Struck with a purpose, you turn away from Jackson and set yourself with fixing your hair and putting your face on.
You can sense Jackson moving around the room and he sits, watching you, never letting you forget his presence.
But Yugyeom is all you can think about.
"So where are we going?" You ask casually, applying bronzer to your cheekbones.
"Only to Fade."
At that you turn so quickly, you get whiplash. "Fade? The most exclusive club in town? I... I'm not even old enough to drink legally." You admit.
Jackson gets up and you watch his movements.
Like a predator, stalking his prey.
He reaches you, lifts your chin with a finger and a smile graces his face. "I'm Jackson Wang, remember? I'll get you in."
That arrogant...
Urghh.
You're excited now.
Placing the brush on the dressing table and taking a breath, you speak.
"I'm ready."
Jackson extends an arm to help to up from the stool.
You walk towards the door, only then noticing what he's wearing.
A sharp fitting shirt and black trousers. His brown hair is left messily put together. You want to run your hand through it.
You know how it feels, after all.
Jackson opens the door and you expect to turn towards the others rooms but he leads you to the elevator. Noticing your puzzled expression, he says "They're waiting in the lobby."
Oh.
You feel like an idiot.
You took so long.
Dammit.
The elevator ride is silent but noise engulfs you when you reach the lobby.
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