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It had been while since you've gone out to such events as yourself.
The last time had been that unfortunate night and since then you were only allowed to be yourself in the safety of Jimin's suite.
You were so happy that Jimin was willing to take such a risk especially since it was completely taboo to even suggest such an idea but he too must've noticed how tired and sad you've been lately and you were just so thankful that he was willing to look past that risk at your unhappiness and let you go to the brunch with him.
You were a little nervous but you were sure you could control your anxiety if you stuck besides Jimin and Taehyung.
You trusted them and you knew they wouldn't let anything happen to you.
You bite down on your lower lip excitedly as you look up at all your dresses. The sight of all the red colored dresses causes you to twist your mouth, you've never been a fan of the color red.
You liked softer colors like baby blue and purple but Jimin had bought you so many red dresses.
You frown deeply as you push aside all the red only to be met with a lot of black, you glance back and forth at the red and the black, some grey sparkly dresses here and there but nothing you were in the mood to wear.
Jimin enters your dressing room and leans against the doorway fixing the cuffs of his shirt as he smiles at you.
You're standing on the tip of your toes, body wrapped in a large white towel, your red hair looks almost black from being wet and he's reminded of when he first met, he had loved your long dark locks.
"You're not dressed yet?" he asks softly and you look over your shoulder at him and sigh.
"I don't know what to wear" you admit before turning back to your dresses.
"Why'd you get me such dark colors again?" you ask, pushing aside a long red dress and staring at a grey colored short dress instead.
"Well it was the color that suited her" he tells you and your body tenses, your fingertips dance down the fabric of the grey dress and you drop your hands to your side.
Your heart clenches slightly as you realize that these weren't your dresses, they never were, they were simply for her.
Jimin notices your expression and smiles to himself before pushing himself off the wall and approaching you.
He snakes his arms around you but you don't lean into him like you'd usually do instead you keep your eyes fixated on the set of dressed.
"Yeah those are definitely of her taste" you mumble.
