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40. car

40.

I feel jittery when I return to my room.

I'm fumbling around with every cosmetic I own trying to move as quickly as I can to make a decision. I already know that this trip will be publicized.

Maybe this will be good for us— fighting the inevitable. It would be impossible to hide forever from the public. Well, not impossible, but I think I'd feel less pressure if the media sees us out at least once.

Media, fans, general public— they haven't seen us together at all.

As I'm applying mascara it occurs to me that this is the moment. The moment that will showcase our relationship to everyone. Am I scared? Yes. It's not a new feeling. I'm just worried for Jungkook like I always am.

I want to say this is unlike him to offer— going in public like this— but I can't justify a means to that. He wanted so badly to tweet about me a few weeks ago and then did it.

And then, they decided to get him on video to tell everyone.

I groan to myself and move my fingers in between mascara tubes, lip glosses and skin tints. I'm using my phone to see my reflection.

Jungkook appears in the corner of the screen while I'm patting tint on my cheeks.

We make eye-contact through my screen and I smile before looking behind me.

I am quite surprised he was willing to walk inside passed Auntie Miyoung.

"I don't know what to wear," I practically cry. I'm talking quietly.

"Casual," he answers before crouching down in front of my suitcase, "It's just shopping."

"Just shopping," I roll my eyes, "No. It's basically a photoshoot."

He ignores me as his eyes are trained on the mountain of clothing erupting from my bag. His hands start to dig through the materials and he begins pulling out all different colors and styles of clothing until he stops.

"C-Can we match?" He glances at me.

My cheeks heat.

Oh God. Jungkook is signaling that we are really doing this. He is diving right in.

Once we go out in public matching, everyone in Korea will know we are really in a relationship. I release a stressful breath but nod.

He unfolds a plain grey t-shirt and places it on my lap.

"You're wearing grey?" I ask.

Jungkook nods at me but doesn't say anything. He continues to rummage through my belongings; I'm intrigued by how much thoughtfulness he is putting into just an outfit.

"Black," he mumbles in English.

Jungkook pulls out my small zip-up windbreaker and looks at me. I look at him with an expression— it's about 100° outside.

"It's so hot out," I say. I can't hide my subtle complaint.

"We will be in AC," he assures me.

"Can I wear shorts?"

He glances down at my exposed legs before quickly looking away. He swallows hard and keeps his attention on my clothing again. I'm thankful I was able to shave last night.