THE BANGTAN BUNCH

MR. VOGUE; TAEHYUNG

An odd mix of exhilaration and excitement burns through your lungs as you sprint up the driveway to the navy blue front door, finding yourself still grinning despite the seemingly never ending ache of your legs and the sudden wave of dizziness that overcomes you.

Barely even taking a second to catch your breath, you push open the door, stumbling over your feet as you quick off your shoes and spin into the hallway, dropping your bag by your feet with a squeal.

Three pairs of eyes blink curiously at you, their attention being drawn away from the television by your grand and rather dramatic entrance. Jimin is the first to make a move, his deadpan expression rather obvious as he turns to both Taehyung and Namjoon with a feigned sigh. "Who wants to ask her?"

Taehyung shrugs, angling his head back towards you so that he can flash you a clearly forced grin. "What happened, bun?"

"Well," you beam with a slow eye roll, finding yourself unable to be mad despite Taehyung's mocking expression, "school just announced that the prom is coming up and my friends and I decided to go together."

You clap your hands together excitedly.

"Oh, that sounds fun!" Jimin admits with a fond chuckle, reaching over to habitually ruffle Taehyung's head of long brown curls. "Tae, remember our prom when we—"

"Yeah, yeah, it was great," Taehyung grumbles uninterestedly, waving his hand to dismiss Jimin's story as Namjoon guffaws at the sight with a shake of his head. "What are you going to wear?"

You part your lips to give him a confident answer but the words fall short when you realise that you don't have anything to wear. Well, nothing that would be suitable for a prom anyway. "Oh, my god. I have nothing to wear."

Taehyung shoots up from the couch, startling you with the abrupt action as he grips onto your forearms, his lips pursed into a look of seriousness. "That's unacceptable, we have to go shopping."

"But I'm broke," you reason with a sigh, looking at your socked feet to avoid his gaze, just narrowly missing the way his expression falters.

"Hold on," Namjoon interjects, sitting up to pull his wallet out of his back pocket. "You can take my card."

"Joonie, it's okay!" you quickly reject, waving your hands to the best of your ability as he stands to give the card to you. "I can find something simple to wear."

"Nonsense, I want you to look absolutely stunning at your prom," he scoffs, tweaking your nose as if chastising you for the thought. "Besides, your birthday is coming up so consider this as my gift to you."

You throw yourself into his arms and he spins you around, letting you down so he can pat your head lovingly as Taehyung yells about how exciting it will be to go out with you for some shopping tomorrow.

*

You enter the mall with your steps matching Taehyung's, your side pressed against his as he pulls his sunglasses off with an anticipating grin. Butterflies fly prettily within you, suddenly igniting strange feelings of nervousness over trying on dresses. Gritting your teeth, you suck in a sharp breath of air before nodding to yourself.

Taehyung appears to have finished his scrutinisation of the place by the time you finish with your silent pep talk. Without so much as a glance in your direction, he pulls you towards a store to the left, stopping in front of the display behind the glass.

You fawn over the dresses that the mannequins wear, eyes widening with hope as you imagine what it must feel like to wear them. But your eye soon catches a baby blue, knee high dress in the corner and your heart yearns to feel it against your skin. "Tae, can I try this one on?"

He nods gleefully, lacing his slender fingers through yours so he can pull you into the shop, leading you towards a staff member working inside. It's not long before you have the dress in your hand as you shuffle towards the dressing room, chuckling when Taehyung nudges you to move faster.

Finally, you slip into the piece of material, sighing as you immediately register the softness of it against your skin. The dress falls a little above your knees but the shape accentuates your curved hips by tightening around your waist and the colour looks gorgeous against your skin.

You can't for Taehyung to see you in it so you rip open the curtain and step out with a shy smile.

"It's beautiful," he sighs in awe, loosely grabbing onto your hand to twirl you around so the dress floats around your legs. "How do you feel in it?"

You look at your almost glowing reflection in the mirror and offer yourself a content smile. "I love it but I'm going to keep it as an option so I can look around more. There might be something better."

"Wise decision, bun," he laughs with a goofy thumbs-up, motioning for you to head back in and get changed with a lopsided smile.

The two of you spend the next few hours weaving in and out of stores in search of the perfect dress but you've only managed to come across a lot of options. What you really want is something that takes your breath away, something that makes you feel beautiful.

"Okay, we've been at it all day," you mumble the very second you step out of yet another dress store that does little to excite you. "I'm tired."

"Hold on," he calls out with a little pout, interlocking his fingers with yours to prevent you from walking off. "One last store and then we'll get lunch, okay?"

You reluctantly nod and walk lazily beside him much like a child would when being forced to go shopping with their mother.

"Oh and, this time, I pick the dress," he adds with a wink, giving you no time to object as he starts dragging you with a lot more force.

The store he takes you to is twice the size of the others you visited but the clothes displayed in there are simple and of reasonable prices. You can't help but smile at the peaceful atmosphere of the place as you're led through the aisles.

"Go and wait in the changing room, I'll be there with a dress soon," he orders, wandering off to find something as you trudge towards the curtained rooms. As you stand in the room feeling ridiculous, you wonder if the dress he picks will be something that you like.

While pondering on this, Taehyung's hand blindly shoots through the curtain, giving you a thumbs up before the other slides through to hand you a hanger with a dress on it. The first thing you notice is the deep purple of the dress, your heart stuttering in response to it.

Without wasting another second, you jump into the dress, falling in love with the way it hugs your upper half and flares out at the bottom to fall just below your knees. The colour itself brings out your eyes and flatters you so much that you can already imagine yourself dancing the night away in it with your hair cascading down your back.

You rush out to show Taehyung, watching as he immediately covers his mouth in shock. Your cheeks bleed a soft pink as he begins to gush over how well the dress fits on you and how you look just like a princess.

"This is the one," you laugh, giving him a big hug to thank him for picking it out as he plants an affectionate kiss on your head.

"You're going to look beautiful at prom," he whispers before pushing you back into the dressing room to get changed so he can go eat.