𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄(𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒)

𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘪

Jimin's POV

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Gucci.

Prada.

...comfy.

All new words I learned with an deeper insight on what they meant. Comfy, I always thought it just meant not suffering. But it's way different.

"Try this one!" Jungkook laughed, handing me a a giant sweater that would obviously not fit me. "That's obviously not gonna fit, Kook." I huffed.

He observed the sweater, a cocky look on his face. "Oh yeah. You lack the chest muscles. Guess I'll be the only one able to wear it." He smirked, pressing the fabric onto his skin.

"Your tits are just huge." Taehyung chirped in, harshly slapping Jungkook on the chest. Jungkook coughed, rubbing his bruised chest.

"You guys are just jealous you got nothing to flaunt."

"We've got ass." Me and Taehyung answered him simultaneously.

"..."

Jungkook walked to one of the many mirrors in the store and turned around, observing his backside. "I mean...it not as flat as Jin's so-"

"The fuck?" Jin's voice spawned.

Jungkook yelped, hiding behind his sweater as if it were actually doing a good job at hiding him.

"Are you insinuating my butt is flat?" Jin scoffed. Jungkook gulped, holding back the light chuckle that threatened to escape his lips. "I would never." Jungkook said in a deep jokey voice.

Me and Taehyung watched as Jin tried to get Jungkook into his grasp. We decided to leave them be and walk around the store filled with designer clothes and big sofas.

It was really mesmerizing.

Even Taehyung couldn't stop looking around to take in the magnificent scenery and porcelain walls. "So, this is actually happening huh?" I broke the silence that wasn't a bother.

"I guess so." Taehyung answered, his voice as cold and monotonous as always. I smiled, grabbing his shoulder and pointing at the mirror in front of us. "Looking good, aren't we?" I laughed, watching him look away to the side.

"I always look good."

"Bruh."

"I'm gonna go check out that section. Don't get kidnapped. A pedophile might mistake you for a child." Taehyung waved at me and left me standing there.

I decided to let it go and just look for something that I'd like to wear. My attention was caught by this pretty pink hoodie. It looked 2 times my size and looked ever so soft. I liked pink. Pink reminded me of Taehyung and his hair. Pink reminded me of a lot of stuff actually. But those are memories I'd rather want to let go off.

I walked towards the hoodie, it's wholesome glow alluring, in a sense. I place my hand on it's soft fabric and smile.

"You like that?" Mr Yoongi asked me out of nowhere. I nodded, admiring the pattern on the shirt.

"So, pink huh?" Mr Yoongi asked, almost as if he was trying to spark up a conversation.

Does he want to learn more about me? That's probably the case. That or he wants to gather info on our sense of style before using us to be his models.

"It's girly I know-"

"It really isn't." Mr Yoongi interrupted me, his hands rested in his black skinny jeans. I tilt my head slightly, waiting for him to continue.

"Colors aren't categorized for a certain gender. As a matter of fact, pink was a fashionable color among male and female aristocrats as a symbol of class and luxury. Pink is a nurturing, playful, and nostalgic color. That said, pink is a color of opposites since it can make us think of both innocence and burning passion. Bright and hot pinks are associated with love, romance, and even lust. Intense pinks create a sense of urgency." Mr Yoongi told me.

"Wow, you really know your stuff. That was amazing." I said, truly captivated by this man.

"I love showing off how smart I am, my bad." He said, making me laugh a bit.

I smile slightly, looking down at my shoes. "You sure know how to assert your dominance, Mr Yoongi. I'm feeling very beta right now in your presence." He shook his head. "Don't think I forgot that little fiasco that happened this morning."

"Little fiasco? Is that what you're calling yourself now?"

"I'll murder you."

"I'm so sorry."

"Good. Now get on with your shopping, we got an entire day planned and this is just the first stop.

I quickly nod, grabbing the hoodie and walking towards another section. I walk past a mirror and notice my face painted red.

"There's no way"

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Taehyung's P.O.V

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I watched as Jimin stared at himsef in the mirror, trying to figure out why he's all red. I sigh, leaning against a wall.

"He's so gay." I said, experiencing a severe case of second hand embarrassment.

I rub my temples, a headache brewing within me.

"Headache?" Kim Seokjin asked me, a firm grip on my shoulder as if he were trying to comfort me. I remove it, still looking forward and avoiding his gaze.

"All is fine. I'm contemplating."

"Mind sharing?"

"Whatever. I don't know which shade to pick." I said, pointing at the two blue colored jackets. One was royal blue, a lighter shade than the other one which was a navy shade.

Kim Seokjin laughed.

"Blue huh?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Just pictured you for the type to want neutral edgy colors."

"Proves to the point that you don't know anything about me."

Kim Seokjin smiled brightly, walking over to the royal blue jacket and handing it to me. "It lights up your eyes." He quickly whispered to me, winking afterwards.

I scoff, grabbing the jacket and turning my back to him. "Ha. Lights up my eyes. You funny funny man." I commented, leaving him there to watch me walk away.

I could almost hear him laugh under his breath.

What a pain.

Jungkook came barreling towards me, his upper body covered in black. "Why are you runn-" but I got cut off when he dragged me by my arm into one of the changing rooms.

"Explain."

"Jim-" he catches his breath. "Jimin, some girl is flirting with him!"

"...formation B."

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scalp assassination