Forget it || Wendy x Suga ||

Who Knew 'Dad' Was A Doofus

Wendy's P.O.V

Mama, what do i wear!?!?

THIS IS A MESS.

I looked around my room, utterly frustrated. I mean like come on, how can he say we are going on a date but not tell me where?

Like thats just pure torture for a girl and her closet.

How rude.

I looked in my closet again, hoping to find something neutral to wear, but this just wasn't working out.

I wanted to wear a pair of comfortable pants and a simple shirt but if we go out to some fancy dinner, i'll look extremely awkward then.

But if i wear a dress or a gown and instead we are only going for a picnic, that would extremely awkward as well.

And the fact that i have to look pretty as well is just not helping. With all these struggles i'm almost at the brink of deciding to go in my pajamas, no lie.

I will kill this man once he comes. I'm sure of it.

And so finally, with only a few minutes left before he comes, i had finally come to a decision of what to wear.

And if Yoongi doesn't like this outfit, then well i'm sorry but my closet has been through enough for today.

*ding dong*

"Fuck, i'm not ready yet!" I screamed before quickly putting my phone in my bag and trying to find my glasses.

Thankgod my mom isn't home, because if she heard me curse out loud like that i would probably have been dead by now.

I came running downstairs but not before checking my appearance one last time in the mirror.

I took a deep breath and opened the door to see him dressed pretty causally as well

Ok, atleast that's good.

"Hey..."

"Hi... Are you still aren't going to tell me where we're going?" I asked as he scrunched his nose as if he's thinking about it.