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Swimming? I mean I'm totally on board with the idea of seeing them in as bare minimum of clothing as possible, but it was such an abrupt, out of the blue suggestion that I felt like I almost got whiplash from the conversation change.
"I'll get things ready." Jungkook's immediate elation breaks me out of my brief reverie. Something warms up inside of me when he offers me a sweet smile that seems to echo his enthusiasm. "Why don't you go ahead and change? I can have the swimming pool set up by the time you get down."
I get lost in his purple eyes for a moment as they shimmer with excitement, and I can't help but wonder about the reason behind the excitement. I mean it's possible that he really loves swimming, but is it wrong if I hope that he is also simply as eager to see me in a swimsuit as I am to see them all?
A sudden influx of lust infiltrates the air, and I turn in the direction toward the source. Hoseok eyes me up and down. The heated look in his vibrant green eyes has warmth pooling in my core. Well, at least I know someone is enticed by the prospect. Not that I'm surprised by the fact that it's Hoseok.
I divert my eyes and notice all of the others seem to be looking at me expectantly. Oh yeah. I was supposed to be going upstairs and getting changed. So, I quickly run off to do that before I get lost in one of the others' expressions.
When I get to my room I have to remember where I placed the one and only swimsuit I currently owned. I don't even really know what had me packing it. Or was I the one to pack it to begin with? I mean it could have been Namjoon or Hoseok I suppose, and that possibility sort of made more sense to me since I had no clue there was a possibility I would be swimming during my stay.
I pulled it out and found myself frowning. I'm bewildered by the fact that just as much as I wanted to see them in their trunks I found myself equally desiring to show off as much as my toned body to them as well. I took pride in my body, and despite relying on glamoured versions of myself I was happy with the silhouette my figure created. Too bad my only bathing suit is a one piece. Not a bikini.
I shrug my shoulders in acceptance before I remove my clothing and put the garment in question on. The swimsuit fits me perfectly. The neckline of the swimsuit is a deep v that splits the upper bodice perfectly in half and stops only about an inch (2.54 cm) above the bottom of my breastbone. It exposes quite a bit of cleavage due to how long the v dips, but the cups perfectly mold to my C+ shape and the space between the fabric only shows off hints of the inner swells of my breasts. The torso of the garment is made to have naturally formed creases due to the way the seam is sewed together on either side of the panel of cloth. The fabric creates a flattering ruched effect that had I been retaining water would camouflage that fact due to the design. On either of my sides there is a long wide strip of lace about 1 ½ inches thick (3.81 cm) and starts just below the underswell of my breasts and runs all the way to the bottom of the garment. Next to the deep v neck, it is probably the most risque part of the garment due to the fact my ivory toned flesh is the only thing that appears beneath the lace.
