I finished the final touch of my makeup, the soft gleam of highlighter catching the light as I checked my reflection. The outfit was perfect, every detail carefully chosen. The thrill of the evening stirred within me. Tonight held a secret allure, one I intended to explore, even if no one could know.
Just as my hand reached for the door, a voice cut through the air, pulling me back like a lasso.
"Where do you think you're going dressed like that? And at this hour?"
I turned, startled. Yoongi stood there, his gaze sharp and unyielding, flicking between my outfit and the clock. The hands read 8:00 pm, yet his stare made it feel far later, as if I'd already done something wrong.
His tone was possessive. My pulse quickened, a nervous flutter in my chest, even as a thrill coursed through me at the thought of my secret. I tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear, hoping he wouldn't notice the slight tremor in my hand. I glanced at the clock, feigning surprise. "Oh no! I'm late!" I exclaimed, trying to sound lighthearted. "I was supposed to be there by 8. Thanks, Yoongi, for reminding me."
His expression didn't soften; if anything, his look grew colder, his hand tightening on my arm. There was a flicker in his eyes—suspicion, maybe, or something protective that almost made me want to confess.
"Dressed like that, at this time of night? Just who are you trying to impress?" His voice was rough, tinged with irritation, and maybe, if I dared to think it, a touch of jealousy.
"Impress?" I shot back, raising an eyebrow and leaning into playful defiance. "I don't need to impress anyone. People are drawn to me easily." My gaze held his, testing his resolve, my smile daring him to look away.
Yoongi's jaw clenched. He pulled me closer, his eyes intense. "You don't have to do anything," he muttered, his voice low. "But you like it, don't you? When people look at you. That's the problem." His eyes travelled over my outfit. "How many guys will be staring at you tonight, dressed like this?"
I laughed softly, brushing off his concerns. "No guy will be staring at me. It's a girls' party, Yoongi." I gave his arm a gentle pat, smiling. "That's why you weren't invited!"
"A girls' party, hm?" He narrowed his eyes, his hand tightening on my arm. His gaze held mine, his scepticism clear.
"You're not going anywhere," he declared, his voice steady and unyielding. "Not like that, and definitely not at this time of night."
The intensity in his tone and his grip sent a chill down my spine. I smirked, determined to break his resolve. "But why?" I asked, tilting my head. "Don't you think I look pretty?"
I spun on my heel, giving him a little twirl. The air felt charged. "You know I look amazing. So why can't I enjoy a night out?"
Yoongi's eyes darkened, travelling over me with protectiveness and frustration. He clenched his jaw. "You're too pretty," he muttered. "Knowing guys will be ogling you… it pisses me off."
A pang of guilt mixed with excitement. I winced, letting vulnerability slip into my voice. "You're hurting me, Yoongi. And really, it's just a girls' party." I paused, holding his gaze with a smile that, I hoped, would quell his doubts. "That's exactly why you weren't invited."
Yoongi huffed, his grip loosening. He still held my arm, but with less certainty. "And you expect me to believe that? A party full of just girls? At night?" His voice softened, but his eyes stayed wary. "I'm not stupid, babe. I know what happens at parties."
His words struck a nerve. "Come on, Yoongi! We're not all out to create chaos," I said, suppressing a smirk. "It's just a night for us to laugh and enjoy each other's company. I swear, no drama."
I held his gaze, a final attempt to win his trust. "Trust me. Why would I lie to you?" Tonight is for me, I thought, just this once, my own secret.
Yoongi hesitated, studying me with that intense gaze. He just looked at me. His expression shifted: reluctance and something that felt like protectiveness, maybe even fear. His fingers lingered around my wrist. His gaze searched mine, a silent plea I almost couldn't ignore.
"Fine. Go, then," he muttered, his voice hesitant. "But I want details—where exactly it is, who's going to be there, and I expect a message as soon as you arrive. Understood?"
I nodded quickly. "The party's at Lisa's house. I don't know exactly who'll show up, but I'll text you the minute I get there. Promise."
He nodded, a flicker of doubt lingering. His eyes drifted downward, sweeping over my outfit before returning to my face, his gaze softer yet more penetrating.
"And you're certain there won't be guys there?" His voice dropped to a murmur. "It… better not be some excuse to meet up with some guy. You know I trust you, babe."
I reached for his hand, giving it a light squeeze. "No, Yoongi. Trust me. I've always been loyal to you."
His jaw relaxed slightly, but wariness lingered. He wanted to believe me. If only he knew, I thought.
He held my gaze, his eyes searching, probing. I kept my expression steady. Finally, he sighed, his shoulders relaxing.
"I trust you," he murmured, his tone still reluctant. "But that makeup, that dress… it's like you're showing off every inch of yourself."
I smirked. "You bought me this dress on my birthday, remember? I've never worn it before. Just let me wear it tonight. Please?" I put on my most innocent smile.
He sighed, his expression softening. "Alright, you can wear it. But promise me you'll come straight back afterwards. No after-parties at some guy's place or anywhere sketchy. Got it?"
"After-party?" I tilted my head, feigning ignorance. "What's that?"
He raised an eyebrow, amused. "An after-party is when people go somewhere else after a party to keep things going. Usually, there's a mixed crowd, more drinking… It's a smaller, more private thing. And well, things can… happen."
My eyes widened with faux surprise. "Wow," I murmured, biting back a smirk.
He sighed again. "Just be careful, alright? And remember, straight back home afterward."
I gave him a reassuring nod.
Yoongi's words hung heavy. He looked at me, his gaze unwavering.
"Alright, sir," I replied, flashing a lighthearted smile. "I'll be back soon."
But my humour did little to ease his expression. Yoongi sighed, resigned, but there was a hint of a smile.
"Fine," he said, his voice softer. "Just… stay safe, and steer clear of any guys who might try anything." His hand slid from my arm to my shoulder. "And I mean it—send me a text when you get there, when you're leaving… and send a picture of you at the party. I want to know you're okay."
I nodded. "Got it, Yoongi. I'll keep you updated."
With a final look, Yoongi released me, stepping back. He searched my face one last time.
"I trust you," he murmured.
"Bye, Love," I called out. Yoongi's expression softened. He still watched me closely, a lingering worry in his gaze. He senses something, I thought.
"One more thing," he murmured, his voice low. "Give me a kiss before you go."
I leaned in and placed a quick kiss on his cheek. "Bye," I whispered, slipping out of his hold.
As I hurried down the steps, I could feel Yoongi's gaze on me, a blend of worry and irritation. Deep down, I knew he didn't want me to leave, but tonight was different—I craved my own little adventure, just this once. Still, an unsettling thought nagged at me; I felt like I was teetering on a tightrope, caught between the exhilaration of the night ahead and the weight of his trust. I wondered. What if he discovers my secret?What if I jeopardise everything?
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