#but also i wanna be able to decorate the exterior too i don't like how it's just solid green

[timegears-moved]

when we get totk dlc (because it's inevitable) it's like such a small thing but i hope we get more customization options for the dream home

[stargazerauraa]

chapter 6

chapter 7

Your eyes open slightly as they adjust to the light of the room. Your nap has been disturbed by your phone going off.

Due to feeling ill you had called in sick today. For some reason you woke up feeling completely off, knowing you wouldn't be able to get any work done. Even lifting you head off of the pillow is too much effort, but once you do you check who's messaging you.

P.J.M

i was wondering if you wanna be my plus one to this party i'm going to tonight?

You've never been invited as a plus one before, and even though you feel sick right now, going out to enjoy yourself sounds like something you need.

‘sure! sounds fun’ you reply.

P.J.M

great. i'll pick you up at 9, wear something pretty :)

It's been a while since you've attended an event. You don't really get invited anywhere like this, so when you do you make sure to take the chance.

Since you've been in bed all day you need to wake yourself up, and look presentable.

"It's six now, i've got time to take a bath." You voice out loud as if someone was there to hear you.

Sometimes the apartment is too silent. You walk around, look at things and picture how they used to be.

The times when you'd voice something out loud and get a response but now all you're met with is defining silence.

As you run the bath you try to make it as comforting as possible. Candles, rose petals, music .. it's all just decoration for loneliness.

It makes you feel pathetic in a way, yet you continue to scatter rose petals into the hot water.

You slowly submerge yourself into the water, then lay back and watch the steam rise up and disperse into the air.

Wear something pretty. It's like it's tattooed onto your brain.

In all honesty, you haven't felt pretty since your breakup. All you saw was that woman's back and hair and yet it made you insecure.

Every time you went out with Namjoon he'd turn heads. Women checking him out all the time, he reciprocated their looks of course. That's just the man he is.

He'd assure you that you were the most beautiful to him. A goddess, his goddess.

"How did i fall so lucky, to have you in my arms? To be mine." He'd whisper against your skin as he seemed to worship every inch of you and yet he mustn't have been that lucky, or he'd never have let you go.

You felt more like a curse or a burden than a blessing.

Tonight has to mark a change for you. You're going to try to feel beautiful, gorgeous and wanted.

Pretty.

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"You're twenty minutes late." You got ready slightly earlier than you needed to because you couldn't decide what to wear.

Jimin's usually pretty much on time, so you wondered why he was late today.

He gives you a big smile as he parks the car. While you wait for him to answer, you take a look around. It seems to be a house party that he's invited you to. The house is huge, you'd even describe it as a mansion.

The exterior is quite simple but your eyes are drawn to the windows first, they're ornate and pitch black, matching the huge double doors which make the house look slightly intimidating.

It's not very often you see a house that's completely black. You like it, it reminds you of your apartment now you've done your renovations.

"I wanted to be fashionably late with a pretty woman on my arm," Jimin responds as he gets out of the car to open your door for you. "I also ran out of gas." he mumbles.

Laughing, you step out of the warm car into the chilly air, making sure your dress is covering everything you need it do.

It's shorter than you remember it being when you brought it, but it has been a while since you wore it.

You link you arm with his and make your way through the gates of the house.

Jimin inhales and catches the smell of your perfume. The one he brought you as a present when he visited Italy a few months ago.

He spent twenty minutes deciding which to choose, which scent would match you perfectly.

After testing multiple perfumes he landed upon a warm, vanilla scent. It encapsulated your warm personality and comforting aura he always sensed from you.

Ever since you started wearing it he thought of you every time he smelt something vanilla.

Which was every day, because he brought the matching cologne.

"Well, i told you to dress pretty and you didn't disappoint." He eyes your dress, all the way from the thin straps clinging to your delicate shoulders, the way the red fabric clings to your waist and to the exact place the material stopped.

You reach the massive doors and press the doorbell, "Thank you." Your voice is quiet. For some reason he's making you feel shy and nervous tonight.

A tall, muscly man answers the door after a few minutes. "Jimin, nice to see you brother. This is your plus one?"

You prepare mentally to be the most confident, happy and sexy version of yourself tonight.

Even if that means blocking all your emotions off.