𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄(𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒)

𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘱 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

"Jimin baby...w-who is this?" Jungkook asked, fake tears rolling down his cheeks. Jimin looked shocked, his hands slowly moving towards Jungkook.

"Back off, you sewer rat. He's mine." I announced, my hands in my pockets while my head was slightly tilted. I glared at the girl.

"You trying to start something, sweetheart?"

"Wait. What the hell is happen-" but Jungkook cut Jimin off when he leaped into his arms and cried even louder.

"I thought what we shared last night was special!"

"I gave you half of my bread. Calm the fuck down." Jimin sweat dropped, not able to support Jungkook's weight.

The girl just stood there, holding the hoodie that Jimin was wearing.

I huffed. "You're already sharing clothes with her. Damn thot. I thought you loved me!" I said, turning my back to them and slightly side glancing at them.

"I hope she was worth it."

Wtf. Was she just talking to him to ask about the hoodie or- , what if that is why she was talking to him. Someone shoot me.

"Is this formation C? What the hell are you doing." Jimin tried pushing Jungkook off of him but obviously failed. "So what if it is!? We won't give you up without a fight!" Jungkook yelled.

"Should we stop them?" Jin asked Namjoon.

"Can't we let the cops handle this?" Namjoon asked, slowly dialing 911 on his phone.

Jin grabbed it. "Stop it."

-

"Damn idiots. She just wanted to know where she could find another sweater like that." Jimin said, busy getting his hair done. He was sitting with his head back, a man washing his hair thoroughly.

Same with me and Jungkook.

"Damn. Have you been letting these termites pay rent up here?" My 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭, Jackson, said. I glared up at him, causing him to laugh.

"This dye must be 7 years old. You're scalp is dryer than the corners of a person's mouth after fasting." He kept insulting me.

I groan.

"Jin. Why am I stuck with the comedian?" I asked.

Jin hid his smile under his curly ass fingers, holding back a laugh. "Coincidence?" He said, making it clear that he wanted me to be stuck with this pleb.

"Tsk. I hate you all." I rolled my eyes.

"And I hate this color on you. Have you no sense of style?" He looked at my new clothes, noticing the dark blue turtleneck I was wearing with the checkered white and green vest.

After the scene we pulled in the one store we were kicked out and had to look for new clothes from scratch.

Which was great cause the next store had much better clothes to choose from. And so Jungkook chose this yellow sweater with some jank pattern on it and Jimin chose a black and red checkered sweater with a white collar and along to go with it a pair of pants that also had a checkered pattern on it.

Weird combo, but get it I guess.

"Hey, why not go with blue?"

"Do not change my hair color."

"Imma make your hair blue."

"Imma make your eye blue."

Jackson blew up his cheeks, continuing to do my hair. I sigh, laying my head back and closing my eyes.

Even though I hate him, his technique is amazing. I won't tell him that though. I feel like I could go to sleep. I feel so relaxed-

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Jimin's P.O.V

-

I sat and watched as Jungkook was busy chatting away with his hair dresser. Taehyung was fast asleep and I could tell he was relaxing.

"You care about them a lot, right?" Zion asked, his fingers mixing the shampoo into my scalp.

I nodded.

"More than anything. Everyday I'm thankful that we were given this once in a lifetime opportunity. To think, we were three boys out on the street doing what we needed to, to survive. Look at us now. Getting our hair done by professionals and wearing clothes I never imagined I'd be able to even look at. Oh- sorry I'm rambling." I awkwardly laughed.

Zion shook his head.

"No no. I like hearing about your life story. It's better than mine. Born middle class. Worked to be rich. Got rich." He shrugged.

So cool.

"What color are we doing today?" He asked me, making me lift my brow. "I can choose any color?"

"Of course."

"...I want-"

-

When we were all done I was shocked to see the result. My hair was straightened out and covering my forehead. It was a shocking pink color and to top it all of.

"It's so clean." I gasped, wanting to play with it, but my hand got smacked.

"Ow." I whined. Jin lightly smiled at me, his eyes shut closed. "Let's appreciate the perfection for now. After the shoot you can do what you like with your head."

I pouted.

"Alright."

Jungkook walked up to me in a strut, his face smug. "Come on Barbie let's go party." Jungkook started singing.

I rolled my eyes, lightly shoving him. "You kept it black?" I asked, referring to his hair. He nodded. "Yeah. Dimitri told me the after effects dye could have in my head and I am not trying to go bold just yet."

I laughed, staring at him for a while.

He was so cute before. Now he's gorgeous. His hair looked so much more softer than I thought and I can't help but want to play with it like I usually do.

"Why pink?" Kook asked me.

"Well-"

"YOU DARE!?" I heard Taehyung yell. Me and the others quickly looked in Taehyung's direction, his hair a dark shade of-

"Blue!?" We all yelled, causing Mr Namjoon to roll his eyes and get back to his newspaper. "You're all fucking comedians." He muttered.

Taehyung grabbed Jackson by the shirt, their faces inches away from each other.

"I literally told you not to give me blue hair."

"I literally told you I'd do it."

Taehyung bit down on his teeth. He let go off Jackson's shirt, staring at himself in the mirror.

He sighed.

"Whatever. New life, new me I guess."

"That's the spirit!" Jackson smiled.

Taehyung turned around, a sadistic smirk on his face.

"Now let's give you that blue eye I promised."

Jackson bolted towards me and Jin, hiding behind us. He shook his head, furrowing his eyebrows at Taehyung. "No! Bad Taehyung!"

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are we models now?