A Rose Between Thorns

A Date To Remember: Stories

"Are you sure I look okay?" I ask the two youngest as I gaze at myself in the mirror.

They both did an amazing job, I can hardly recognize myself. That doesn't help the doubt from settling in, as the nerves start to reappear.

Taehyung holds his hand to his heart and gasps in mock offense. "We do your hair, make up, and help you pick out an outfit and THIS is how you repay us?" He says.

However, when he realizes what he said and sees my expression change to one of guilt, he quickly walks over and pulls me into his arms. "You look better than okay," he whispers softly to me, though careful not to mess up my hair and makeup with his embrace.

He pulls away and gathers his things. "Good luck!" Taehyung calls with his signature box smile before promptly heading out of the room, leaving Jungkook and I in an awkward silence.

I look over to the maknae and notice his eyes trailing my face, as if he's still taking in what he sees. "I should probably head out there," I say softly, taking a seat on my bed to put my flats on and double-checking my purse to make sure I had everything.

Suddenly I feel it's lack of presence, and I glance up to see Jungkook dangling it away from me. "You won't need this," he says, putting it away as I huff.

"Where else am I supposed to put my phone and emergency cash?" I ask, crossing my arms.

Jungkook looks at me in confusion. "Don't you girls put them in your bras?"

Wow, Jungkook. Just Wow.

"Well, OPPA," I make sure to emphasize the word oppa as I give him a dirty look. "Not every girl can just stuff their possessions in their bra. I don't have a big enough chest for that."

Ah yes, the glory of being a small chested female. For any readers who may be wondering, which I highly doubt you exist, I am about an average C for my cup size.

That means I'm not too flat chested, but I don't have big enough boobs to have back pain nor hold a phone in my bra. Money, yes, but not a cell phone.

I still have no idea who the fuck I'm talking to.

Jungkook's face turns bright red in embarrassment, but I simply smile up at him, reassuring him that I'm simply teasing. "I'll take your word for it though and assume I won't need it," I say, reaching up to pat his head. "I should head out."

He nods and leads me to the door, turning the light off behind us. The light in the hallway is off as well, and at the end I can see Jimin smiling over at me. Jungkook places his hand on the small of my back and leans down since he is so much taller than me.

"Next time, I'll be the one you'll be dressing up for," He says in a soft tone, causing my face to flush and sadly the lack of hallway light does nothing to hide it. He smirks confidently upon seeing my face before heading off to his own room.

What am I going to do with these boys? I wonder, and reason that he's probably saying that due to the fact that I'm one of his soulmates.

I head over to Jimin, who bows and sweeps his arm out dramatically. "The Princess has arrived," he says in an extravagant and over the top voice. I can't help but laugh a little at his words, before turning my attention to the other man in front of me.

Woah.. he looks good. I think to myself, then shake my head a little to clear my mind. Namjoon stands there with an awestruck expression, and I'll admit he looks really cute like that. In his arms is a bouquet of red roses, but that's not what I focus on here.

His hair is a little disheveled, but in a good way as it falls against his face. He is wearing minimal makeup like myself. Taehyung had decided to go with a natural look, but still decorated my lids with a deep purple eyeshadow.