MIYA'S POV:

‘Why are we still at the mall ’ I said confusedly.

‘We still haven't visited the beauty salon ’Jimin said, quite halfheartedly.

‘Hmmmmph’ I mumbled.

Jimin just choose to not pay his attention to me and went along his way.....of course, dragging me with him.

We finally arrived at the salon.

There I saw a beautiful girl which looks like one of the staff headed straight towards us when we walked in.
‘Please welcome’She said while bowing down at exactly 90°.

‘Wow, so beautiful ’ I muttered.
Jimin, who was standing right beside me happens to hear ME.
I noticed a soft smile appearing on his face.
The pretty girl led us to a brightly decorated room.

‘Shall we start,miss’ she asked.

‘Get started ’,Jimin ordered before I could even say a single word.

I noticed Jimin locking his eyes on his watch.

‘Um Miya, continue with your makeup. I'll also get ready in the meantime ’ he said (still looking at his watch )

‘okay’ I replied.

He headed out hurriedly.



After a few minutes, my makeup was all done.

‘Please call me when you need anything, miss’ the pretty girl said while bowing down.

Well, this is getting kind of weird.
I feel uneasy when I'm being treated like this.

As she was trying to go, I quickly grabbed her.

‘Yes? Can I help you with anything, miss? ’ She asked.

‘Ah-umm.....where is the changing room? ’ I asked nervously.

‘I'll lead the way. Please follow me, miss’ she said.

After taking me to the changing room, she went away.

‘Ahhhhhhh.... She is so beautiful! I wished I can be as pretty as her’ I howled.

I picked up the black gown and stare at it for some seconds.

‘It is too wasteful to wear this! ’I cried out.

I carefully wore the gown and came out from the changing room.

Just then I saw the pretty lady coming towards me with a box in her hand.

‘Master Jimin sent this shoes for you, miss’ She explained and quickly exits.

I let out a deep sighed.

As I was putting on my heels, I heard the door opening and footsteps after that.

‘Jimin-ah, I'm all ready ’ I explained, absentmindedly.

‘You're looking quite pretty today, I didn't even recognize you. ’

‘Huh’ I mumbled and turned around.
Yoongi was standing there leaning on the door with his arms crossed in a grey tuxedo.

He slowly walked towards me and firmly placed his hands on my waist.
‘ what are y-? ’ ‘Come on, let's go’he ordered.
‘W-where? ’
‘To the party, of course ’ he replied with a devilish grin.

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