° Chapter. 17

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As you sat waiting for Taehyung to come and whisk you away so that you could finally see your dress, you couldn't help but smile as the make-up artist, Arjana, and the hair-stylist, Dmitri – continued to throw you compliment after compliment about how you looked; however, you weren't allowed to see the finished product just yet.

"Trust me, you're going to love it!" Dmitri raised your chin with his finger tips – admiring how the styling of your hair perfectly suited the work of Arjana on your face.

"It's not like you needed much done, honey. You were blessed with natural beauty – I barely had to do anything other than a bit of light contouring to really bring out those lovely cheekbones" Arjana placed her hands on your shoulders as she angled her face down towards you.

"Oh stop it – you're both way too much. I really wanna see it! You guys didn't have to cover all the mirrors…" you donned a playful pout on your lips. You knew that Taehyung wanted the dress to be a complete surprise, but upon entering the small dressing room to see all the mirrors covered with spare sheets of opaque fabric – you just had to chuckle at how secretive it all was right down to your hair and make-up. You knew that your hair was in a slight up-do – having previously felt Dmitri using the heat of both a straightening iron and a curling wand before clipping it in various places across your scalp. However, when it came to whatever make-up Arjana did on you, you had absolutely no idea other than the basics you felt with faint brush strokes.

"Oh but they did, my dear" you heard a more than familiar voice coming from the dressing room door, before turning around in your seat to see Taehyung's glowing smile as he beckoned you forward in a 'come hither' motion with his index finger. "I want this entire spectacle to be one of complete surprise for you. I only want you to see everything when everything is finished. That's just how I roll – isn't that what the kids say these days?"

You stifled back a snort from the second-hand embarrassment you received from his words. "I…I don't think anyone says that one any more…" you tried your best to keep your facial features neutral as you began walking over towards him.

"Oh – really? Well then, you must teach me all the new pop-culture lingo! Please (Y/N), if you'd be so kind as to make your way to the very last door on the left down this hallway, I just need a moment with Arjana and Dmitri before I can get my hands all over you~" he looked down at you with a teasing look in his eye, knowing full well that if Jungkook were to hear him utter such words, his head would be on a silver platter.

"Oh Taehyung, you tease!" you gave back as good as you got, before shimmying past him outside the door-frame. "This door down here?" you asked, pointing down the hallway.

"Yes, my darling – I'll be with you in a moment" Taehyung gave you a genuine smile as he watched you trot down the hall. "Oh! And please change out of your clothes and put the black dressing robe on. It makes my job ten times easier that way!" he called out – seeing you throw a thumbs-up back at him to let him know you heard him loud and clear.

Taehyung waited until you had gone into the room to change, before he popped his head back around into the dressing room – catching both Arjana and Dmitri's attention.

"Well – what did you think? Did you feel it?" he asked, somewhat excitedly.

"Oh my god…how could we not have felt that?!" Dmitri gasped as he dramatically clung to his chest.

"I swear Tae…when you said this human was special – you weren't lying…I felt like someone just hooked my body up to 20,000 volts of pure life and turned the switch on full blast. Damn…what the hell is she?" Arjana placed both her hands on her hips as she tilted her head in complete confusion. Like Jungkook – Arjana was from Royal blood, except her royal lineage came from the Maasai tribe of Kenya. Over the years, she had found her calling in life – the art of make-up, and had since become a master of her trade and practised textured paintings as a hobby. Dmitri on the other hand, was a hair-dresser from Russia. He was humani generis; a human who was bitten by a rogue Vampire when the Soviet Union first came to power – trying to escape it in 1922. After many years of stealthily killing innocent humans to try and quench his thirst for blood, he crossed paths with Arjana during her travels throughout eastern Europe – who essentially threw the reins on him and taught him that what he was doing was more than inhumane. Ever since then, Arjana and Dmitri had been inseparable – not only becoming partners in business, but partners for life, too.

"She's…one of a kind" Taehyung gave a wry smirk to the two Vampires, producing a low chuckle as he stood up straight once more. "Alright – I'm off to dress this special child. Will you two be hanging around to see the grand finale?"

"Of course we will! We wanna see the dress too, you know. Tell me – what colour is it? I know you told Arjana to do a soft, smoky eye…" Dmitri used his innocent blue eyes to try and squeeze even a droplet of information out of Taehyung – but to no avail.

"You know damn well he's not gonna tell you shit…" Arjana playfully rolled her eyes as she shook her head at Taehyung, her long braids swishing to and fro at the small of her back. Taehyung flashed them a look of pure devilish cockiness – his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he raised his eyebrows, before backing out of the room and making his way down the hallway to you.

After folding your sweater and jeans over the single chair placed against the wall of the moderately sized dressing room, you looked around yourself – seeing yet again, all the mirrors covered in similar opaque fabric, much like they were when you were getting your hair and make-up done. After that, you quickly pulled on the black dressing robe, securing the tie around your waist – before you heard a knock at the door that instantly made you smile.

"Yoo-hoo! Are you decent my little butterfly?" Taehyung called out in a sing-song tone - making you grin from ear-to-ear at his incredibly adorable names of endearment he always gifted you with.

"Yes! Come on in" you replied, straightening yourself up as he made his entrance.

You watched him with eager eyes as he joined you in the room, rolling his sleeves up ever so slightly as he took in the sight of you – ready and waiting to finally be able to see your dress.

"Just a little longer and I promise you; you'll get to see the entire ensemble" he paused, before giggling in delight at your childish, playful pout you gave back to him. "Oh I know – I'm so terrible aren't I?!" he took you by your shoulders and turned you around to face away from him.

"Oh – by the way my darling, and I hope you don't think me rude by asking you…what style of unmentionables are you wearing?"

You were almost taken aback by his nonchalant way of asking you about what kind of panties you had on – before you realised that it probably had something to do with your dress. Still – you found yourself girlishly blushing nonetheless. "Uh…just normal, black panties? And a black bra?" you replied slowly.

"Ah – I had suspected as much. Please (Y/N), would you be a dear and remove all your undergarments for me and replace them with this? You have no need to remove your gown – and I will face the other way" he handed you a skin-coloured thong that matched your skin-tone to perfection, before turning the other way as promised to give you a little more privacy.

"…he wants me to wear this?! This…this is cheese wire!" you inspected the delicate, flimsy material in great detail – also thinking to yourself "Ah…the dress MUST be close-fitting material then…the thong is to eliminate any panty-lines…" – leaving you with a smug smile on your face; thinking that you had everything sussed out. You shimmied out of your black panties – letting them fall to the floor before stepping out of them and folding them on top of your other clothing. Quickly, you pulled the thong up your legs – feeling the smoothness of the silk tickle your thighs before positioning it correctly on you. "This feels…so odd…" you poked and manoeuvred it between your cheeks; before finally, you could hardly feel it present at all.

"Oh Taehyung – you forgot to give me the bra, too" you piped up as you slipped your own bra off you, pulling it out of the gown upon releasing the clasps underneath.

"I didn't forget to give you anything, (Y/N). You won't be wearing a bra with this dress – we're letting it all hang out tonight!" Taehyung turned round upon hearing the bra flop against the chair – delivering a mischievous look to you as your cheeks flushed pink once again.

"…no bra? But –"

"My dear – the dress will be enough to support your bosom, please trust me. I made it specifically for you; everything is made to fit, right down to every last curvature of your wonderful figure" his voice was softer than downy feathers as it cut your worries in half. At this point – you had become so used to Taehyung's playful flirtation that you just let it roll off you like water off a ducks back.

"Now – one final question for you before we get started, (Y/N)" Taehyung stepped up close behind you – so close that you could smell his obviously expensive cologne so prevalently, before he whispered very softly in your ear. "Have you ever been blindfolded before?"

You gulped, your mind going straight to the gutter the instant his words left his mouth. "Uh – I –" you stuttered nervously.

"Oh! You should see your face!" he giggled, before waving a silk, dark green cravat in front of your eyes. "It's only until I arrange the dress on you. Remember – I don't want you seeing anything until I've finished with you. May I?" his voice raised itself delicately at the end of his question. You shook your head in defeat, before letting him know to go ahead with his plans to blindfold you.

A few moments later, Taehyung had carefully placed the cravat over your eyes – being careful not to smudge Arjana's hard work as he knew she would probably take a pair of scissors and align them straight with his manhood if he did. Soon, you were completely blind to the world around you – fully placing your trust in Taehyung.

"There we go! Now; don't go telling my little baby cousin that I got to do this to you first. He might be ever-so-slightly livid at that perverse notion" Taehyung couldn't help but get one last jab in as he cackled – with you joining in on his joke as you laughed in turn. Even though your relationship with Jungkook was never verbally confirmed to Taehyung, you could tell by his teasing behaviour that he was fully aware of what was really going on between you both. "What a cunning fox you are, Taehyung" you admired his champion deductive skills.

"Taehyung…" you let out a heavy sigh that was mixed with both contentment and frustration. "Come on already! I wanna see this dress before it goes out of style with the amount of time you've been making me wait" you gave him a cheeky pout as you heard his deep giggle from behind you. The next thing you could hear was the ruffling of paper and something being lifted into the air. "My dress?!" you could practically dance with the amount of excitement that coursed through you; and Taehyung could have as well as he listened to the soothing, gentle sound of your heartbeat as it became more rapid with every second that ticked by.

"Now – let's just slip this robe off gently…and don't worry my dear, I'll only be ogling that beautiful buttocks of yours from behind! I promise I'll keep my hands and eyes to myself; we're all professionals here, you know!" Taehyung's grand voice reverberated off the walls as you listened to his instructions and let him discard the robe from your body. You knew that you had nothing to fear around Taehyung – like he said, he was professional; and you also knew that you were definitely not his cup of tea either.

"Okay, great! Next, I'm going to get down on my knees and hold an opening out for you to step into. Take your time – and if you feel a little off balance; don't worry, I'll catch you~" he reassured you in a kind tone, making you smile and nod at his step by step tutorial on how to be dressed by him. You listened to Taehyung tell you to raise your left leg and manoeuvre it backwards slightly, before putting it on the carpeted floor and doing the same with the other. The next thing you felt was barely anything as Taehyung began sliding the sleek, soft material of the dress up your body – inch by inch. "It feels like…like it's not even there…" you marvelled at the delicateness of the fabric as it ghosted your skin.

"Satin…organza?" you tried to figure out what type of material it was as you felt Taehyung beginning to secure the top of the dress at the back of your neck. "Okay, so it's definitely a type of halter…" you had deducted from its high neckline and lack of sleeves. It was apparent that the dress hugged you in a snug manner around your waistline before falling at your feet on the floor – yet something felt quite odd at the back; like there was truly nothing there.

"Right…yes – perfect…" Taehyung incessantly mumbled to himself as he began meticulously checking and fixing the dress on you – circling around your entire frame with scrutinizing intentions of his own creation on you. "I have to give it to Taehyung – he's a master perfectionist at his work" you smiled to yourself, thinking that such traits must run in the family as Jungkook – although he wasn't a dressmaker; was a ruthless perfectionist in absolutely everything he did.

"Now my dear, before I get you to put on a pair of shoes I have picked out for you; Jimin will come in and arrange the last part of the dress – as he is the one who designed it~" You heard him opening the door – the sound of his fingers clicking loud and clear before another body came into the room.

"Hi Jimin!" you said without thinking, wanting to be as warm in your welcome – being mindful that the last time you saw him, Jimin seemed very tense and on edge. Unbeknownst to you – Jimin cowered like a new born babe from behind you as he walked in with five strings of threaded Swarovski crystals. Taehyung widened his eyes to Jimin – offering him a kind, reassuring smile; one that said "Don't worry – I'm here for you" as he knew how difficult it was for Jimin in that moment to be confined in such close quarters with you.

"Hello (Y/N)" he replied in a sheepish tone, fiddling with the lines of crystals in his hands. Your heart melted somewhat at the tone of his gentle voice – and you thought that perhaps, he was coming around to you at long last.

"As I'm sure you can feel, (Y/N) – there is no back to your dress. It cascades and exposes your back in an oval shape right from your neck, down to this area here" Taehyung explained to you as he pressed his warm hands to the very small of your back. "Since Jimin came up with this ingenious idea – I'll let him explain as he assembles it. Alright Jiminnie?" he ushered Jimin forward to you before Taehyung moved around to observe him intently whilst keeping an eye on you as well.

"Yes…so…" Jimin swallowed hard as he tried to locate his words – whilst trying to ignore the tempting smell of your skin – your hot blood that pumped through your veins that drove him to the brink of wanting to sink his teeth into you. "I will connect five long threads of Swarovski crystals from the top of your nape, down to the sewn-in eyelets at the bottom of your back" his voice trembled as he tried to focus on his task at hand – rather than the thought of his skin having to come into direct contact with yours. "The effect I have designed will look like a caged waterfall of crystals over your back…so I hope you will like it, (Y/N)"

You smiled brightly at the sweet, endearing tone of his voice – how nervous and timid he seemed whilst trying to explain his intentions. "Don't worry, Jimin. I'm sure that whatever you have made will look amazing! It's okay~" you tried your best to reassure him as much as possible. Taehyung mirrored your grin as he looked back to Jimin – seeing Jimin almost smiling himself.

"Okay, I'll begin now."Jimin psyched himself up as he reached to your nape – threading the first line of crystals through the eyelet, before running it down to connect it to the receiving one. Taehyung stood by – ready and alert to intervene as the tip of Jimin's fingers inevitably came into contact with your skin as he clipped the metal on to your dress.

"Oh!" you exclaimed, making both Vampires jump at your sudden outburst as Jimin retracted his hands without any hesitation.

"What's the matter darling?" Taehyung looked to your face immediately.

"I…did I nip you with the clasp?" Jimin spoke up instantly – worried that he may have possibly hurt you.

You let out a small chuckle, ultimately confusing the hell out of both Taehyung and Jimin. "Oh no! You didn't hurt me at all…it's just – your hands are really chilly! It just caught me off guard" you felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you in the wake of your overreaction. Taehyung let out a marvellous chuckle to ease the tension in the atmosphere – and just as he was about to playfully retort a witty remark to hide the fact that Jimin was in reality, a natum lamia who still needed to learn to regulate his body temperature; Jimin opened his mouth and beat him to it.

"I'm really sorry about that, (Y/N)…I should have warned you about…well; I'm a cold hands, warm heart type of person" Jimin chuckled – hardly able to believe he felt so relaxed – even after touching you with his natum lamia condition. In that moment, as Jimin continued to place the lines of crystals down your back, Taehyung observed him with curious eyes – noticing that his fingers which had previously trembled with nervousness and diffidence had all but calmed since touching your skin. He also noticed that the way Jimin spoke to you was the way in which Jimin always spoke to him when they were both alone; and prior to being bitten as well. "I wonder…" he thought.

By now, Jimin was clipping in the last strand of crystals into the eyelet with ease – not quivering with anxiety each time his skin came into contact with yours. Seeing as you were still blind and oblivious to your surroundings – thanks to Taehyung's cravat; you couldn't see the looks of nothing less than pure love and encouragement that were constantly being given to Jimin via Taehyung. Jimin's eyes glistened and twinkled with the reflection of the crystals that caught the light perfectly; however, Taehyung – in the midst of his silent praise to his lover, noticed something rather peculiar. He didn't know whether it was the way the light was reflecting off your crystals – or the bright lighting of the dressing room, but it appeared to him that around the bottom of Jimin's neck just above his collar…seemed to be changing colour.

"…am I imagining this?" he questioned himself – clearly able to see a contrast in the greyish tones of Jimin's face compared to the lively, glowing colour of his neck. Taehyung made it his mission to not react in any other way than to just observe, but he would have been lying to himself if he said his very existence wasn't shook. In theory, he knew it wasn't physically possible for natum lamia to show signs of skin-tone regulation until at least a month – yet Jimin was bitten a mere two weeks ago. "This…isn't possible – my god…could it be…?" Taehyung averted his eyes to your smiling face as Jimin finished securing all the threads of crystals in place.

"I'm all finished (Y/N)" Jimin spoke softly, not able to stop admiring how his work looked on you.

"Well – what's the verdict? How does it look?" you asked, tilting your head to the side a little.

Jimin took in a huge gulp of air as he clasped his hands in front of his body, letting a beautiful smile unfold on his lips that caused his eyes to completely disappear into mysterious – yet wonderful crescent moons. "You…you look perfect. Like a princess~" he added lightly, making you giggle while Taehyung smiled at him – noticing a massive shift in his usually timid behaviour.

"You're so gently spoken Jimin – and you were so gentle when you were fixing the dress, too! Gentle Jimin~" you cooed playfully – making both Vampires chuckle at your endearing nickname and copious amounts of compliments towards Jimin.

"Thank you Jimin – how about you go and assist my little cousin and make sure he's ready? Also – could you make sure that he has arranged his cravat correctly? I swear to god if the Prin….I mean, the pretty boy has made a mess of his suit…he'll have me to answer to!" Taehyung widened his eyes as Jimin held back his own laughter at him almost calling Jungkook 'the Prince' in front of you.

"Of course. (Y/N) – I'll…uhm…see you in a bit, okay?" Jimin's voice raised itself in a friendly manner, making you feel like he was finally warming up to you.

"Sure! See you out front!" you called back to him cheerily, before Jimin made his exit with a beaming smile on his face – leaving you and Taehyung alone once again.

Taehyung inhaled briefly as he panned his eyes over every inch of the dress on your body, whilst wrecking his mind with what he just witnessed with you and Jimin. "Does she even know what she's capable of?" he pondered – thinking back to how vastly different Jimin's entire demeanour changed upon coming into contact with your skin. Taehyung knew that your touch held considerable strength when used upon Vampires – but he had no idea that it could even positively affect a natum lamia in a similar fashion. "Did Jimin feel alive? Did he feel the same way as the rest of us?" his curiosity burned with desire as he began fixing and nitpicking at certain pieces of your dress.

"You know my dear – I have always wondered; did you grow up in the city?" Taehyung decided to bring up the subject of your heritage – with no intentions of revealing that Jungkook had since told him everything there was to know about you. Taehyung wanted to try and dig deeper; and he knew that he probably wouldn't get another quiet moment such as the one you both found yourselves in.

"Actually, I lived in the suburbs until I was seven – and then I moved with my brother out into the countryside to stay with my grandparents. I'm not sure if Jungkook told you but, my parents passed away in a car accident the year I turned seven. So – my grandparents raised us after that" you said ever so nonchalantly, before speaking again – knowing that Taehyung would probably feel bad once hearing about your parents; as everyone always did. "But don't worry – it happened a long time ago! It doesn't make me sad any more, not much anyway" you lied, and Taehyung knew you were lying by the increased beating of your heart.

"Even so my love, I'm terribly sorry for your loss (Y/N) – I didn't mean to bring up any painful memories for you" Taehyung apologised with the greatest form of sincerity laced in his tone as he continued stalling – pretending to fix your dress at the hem. "Jungkook did mention the passing of your parents, but never disclosed the details or anything more than that" he reassured you – not wanting to completely lie to you about his knowledge of you whilst being in pursuit of more. You didn't know it, but Taehyung was deeply hurting inside; due to the fact that it was his own brother that completely caused your entire life to fall apart and crumble right before your very eyes. "I hope…if you ever find out the truth – and if you ever find out he's my brother…that we can remain as we are, (Y/N)" he languished to himself.

"Thank you, Taehyung" you smiled as you felt him moving around you whilst you began fiddling with your thumbs in between your fingers on either side of your body. "So yeah, I grew up in the countryside. My grandparents are farmers – but now they just work on the orchard on their land as they've gotten too old to raise livestock any more. I moved to the city after high-school to go to University – and my brother stayed to help them on the farm" you spoke another blatant lie.

"That sounds so serene! Gosh – I've always wanted to have a nice little holiday on an orchard farm, do you think they would accept visitors?!" he joked, making both of you giggle with glee. "Were your family always farmers?" he asked – desperate to know more about your family and where they came from.

"Well, farming runs in my granddad's side of the family and – as far as I'm aware, the land has been passed down through generations. I don't really know much more than that" you chuckled at yourself – wondering if Taehyung thought that it was possibly strange of how ignorant you were to your own history. It's not that you didn't want to know or you didn't care – you just never asked; for you never felt the need to wonder about such things. Especially not after having to deal with the trauma of your parents' death and being separated from your brother at such a young age. You felt a sudden pang of hurt, however. "Now…there's no one to continue the long line of farming in my family…" you could have wept at the thought of generations of your family's trade being destroyed – all because of one evil man.

"This poor creature…is innocently ignorant of everything around her" Taehyung emitted a silent sigh to himself – the notion of you having a pure heart being even further instilled in his deductions of you. "She knows nothing of herself or where she came from; yet, I wonder if that's a good thing or a bad thing" he took one last, final look at you – still blindfolded before him.

"Alright (Y/N) – are you ready to be introduced to your dress?" there was wickedness to his voice that left you smiling from ear to ear. "I also have a pair of heels for you to wear as well – I'll help you slip them on before I remove the blindfold" you felt a slight gust of wind that was Taehyung spinning around to fetch your shoes. Before long, Taehyung had helped you into your heels that were much the same height as the ones you wore to work; and your heart started ringing loudly in your ears – filled with excitement.

Taehyung took it upon himself to briskly whip all the pieces of fabric off the mirrors, and as you heard each one drop to the floor; you took a deep breath, ready to come face to face with your dress for the night.

"When I remove the cravat, keep your eyes closed until I get out of view of the mirror. I'll tell you when to open them, okay?"

"Alright" you replied, pursing your lips together and smiling simultaneously as you felt Taehyung gently remove the cravat from your eyes.

"Okay (Y/N)…three…two…one…open!"

You opened your eyes; and you were hardly able to breathe at the sight of sheer beauty and elegance that stood before you. "Is…is this really me?!" you stood in awe of yourself – not being able to comprehend that it was you in the mirror. You wanted to examine each part of you from the head downwards – your slight up-do with soft, angelic curls that faintly ghosted your shoulders. You wanted to marvel at the delicate smoky eye-shadow on your lids and the dainty blush on the apples of your cheeks…yet all you could focus your attention on was the deep, blood red colour of your gown that swept to the floor – almost like a rouge waterfall of silk and organza that fell from your waist downwards. Another thing that caught your eye was the embellished diamonds that adorned the neckline of your dress – how well they captured the light and gave off a radiant twinkle that could have probably put the stars in the night sky to shame. And upon quickly turning around to finally see Jimin's edition to your dress – your mouth hung open in disbelief at how well the open back with the caged crystals accentuated your silhouette.

"Well…? Is the lady pleased?" Taehyung stood against the wall with a coy smirk plastered all over his face.

"Holy shit!" was all you could utter as you stared on in awestruck shock.

"Holy shit?!" Taehyung repeated your words with a comical look of confusion. "Holy shit good? Or holy shit bad?!"

"Taehyung! I…I can't believe this – I can't believe this! It's absolutely…amazing!" you spun around, your eyes taking in the full wonder and glory of your reflection in the mirror while you caught sight of your shoes as your dress took flight in the wake of your movements. "Louboutin?!" you screamed to yourself, noticing that they were completely see through in the front with the classic, metallic red in the back and on the soles too. If you weren't so paralysed by the glamour of your entire ensemble, you would have also realised that the heels had been embellished with a sparkling gradient of red and clear crystals to match your dress to perfection from the toe to the tip. You turned to Taehyung – feeling the coldness of the metal that the crystals on your back were threaded on to hit your skin as you did so; before throwing your arms around him and taking him into your embrace.

"Taehyung…you made me look like…like a real princess from a real fairytale…" you murmured, almost feeling overwhelmed that he had gone above and beyond to do something like this so selflessly. Taehyung returned your affections towards him by snaking his arms around your waist and holding you tight – smiling from ear to ear.

"My dear, you are a princess. All I did was make the dress. A dress is only as beautiful as the one who wears it, after all" he whispered to you as he took you by your shoulders and leaned back to smile down into your face. "Did you see the shoes? They are Follies Strass from my good old friend Mr. Louboutin – I knew the moment I saw them that they would suit you perfectly" Taehyung grinned at you as you looked down to them again. Little did you know – Taehyung wasn't lying when he said that Mr. Christian Louboutin was an old friend of his – as he was also a Vampire who Taehyung had met many moons ago in Pairs on his travels.

"Taehyung…how can I ever repay you for this? This…this dress, these shoes – they're worth more than my entire existence" you gave him a serious look of doubt and guilt as you knew from before that Taehyung wasn't profiting at all from turning you into the most gorgeous version of yourself you could have ever imagined. Taehyung smiled earnestly, before looking deep into your eyes – taking your hands in his and squeezing them in a loving, yet tight manner.

"(Y/N) – I require no payment from you or from Jungkook for that matter. However, there is one thing that you can do that I would accept with open arms" he paused, watching your eyes as you widened them with anticipation.

"Promise me that…no matter what may happen in the future – that you'll be happy. And Jungkook? Love him with all your heart. Stay by his side…make each other happy – no matter what. That's all I could ever hope for" Taehyung's eyes almost glistened as you tilted your head at his words. "My little cousin is…not the cold, wicked man he used to be – ever since you walked into his life. You've changed him for the better in so many ways. And I can tell you without any shadows of doubt that he is absolutely in love with you in every way imaginable. And it's plain to everyone who is lucky enough to see – that the way he looks at you…(Y/N) – my goodness, he looks at you as if you are his entire Universe." he whispered,  running a single finger down the curve of your cheek as you felt yourself welling up – thanks to his serious, heartfelt words mixed with the soft huskiness of his voice. Taehyung knew that you had no idea what he meant by the semi-quizzical look on your face when he said 'no matter what happens' – yet, he hoped that when the time came for Jungkook to unmask his true self; you would remember his words when you would make your decision.

"No, no! No crying my dear – this is not an evening for tears. Plus, Arjana will end both of us if we have rivers of mascara and whatnot running down your face" he began fanning you with his hands in an attempt to dry your eyes. You chuckled heartily at his witty remark as you composed yourself – taking a deep breath as Taehyung produced a matching pashmina to cover your shoulders.

"This is also courtesy of Jimin. He made it all by himself – in case the chilly night air were to nip at your skin" he threw it over your shoulders almost effortlessly.

"I'm…so grateful to you and Jimin. In the most platonic way possible…I love you both; you both feel like family to me now…" you extended your hand to caress Taehyung's cheek – your life and warmth pouring into Taehyung that made him feel like a gooey mess inside.

"Stop! Or you're going to make me cry, too!" Taehyung whined like a small child, before you both laughed as you took one final look at yourself in the mirror.

"So – are we ready for the Princess to meet her Prince?" Taehyung said in a low voice – his pun being fully intended in secret. "My god…she looks just like Vampiric Royalty…a Vampire Princess fit for the Prince of the Eternal Kingdom" he grinned.

"Do you think…he'll like how I look?" you blushed at the thought of what Jungkook might say or think upon seeing you.

"My darling, our dear Jeon Jungkook won't be able to collect his jaw from the floor upon seeing you – I can assure you that! You are a force of beauty to be reckoned with~" Taehyung extended his hand to you for you to place yours on top – just like you saw how royals did in the many movies and T.V shows you had watched. And as you began walking down the long corridor with Taehyung, your mind and heart both raced with suspense; knowing that in a few moments, Jungkook would get to see you; in all your wonder.