In which you and your boyfriend's brother slowly fall in love, illegally.
❝Who cares about standards, the lines we are set upon, or the perfect life of a nice wife, three kids, and two dogs! I want you, and I won't let anyone take you away.❞
bts/jun...
"Hobi, come in here I need your help!" I glare down the steps as he comes upstairs. "What?" He looks at me, up and down.
My long flannel over my white t-shirt. The baggy blue sweatpants and the belt draping out of my pocket. Brown messy hair overlapped my eyes covered in the retro glasses I have on.
"Yeah... never mind..." He murmurs.
Hoseok walks over to the closet, digging through the piles of clean, dirty, new, and old clothing I have from over the years.
He leans in farther after spotting a shirt. Hoseok holds it up in the air and then turns to measure it to my torso. "Hmm..." He pauses, "I think this will work."
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I put the coat on top of the white shirt I already have on. I roll up the sleeves and check that all the buttons are not connected.
"These pants! Perfect!" He tosses them at me, hitting my face. I catch them and slide my previous ones down while he is still rummaging.
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He glances back at me, "Cover your eyes, Hobi!" I insist. It's not like he hasn't seen me without clothes, it's that Hobi is just weird about it.
I put the new plaid flannel pants over my long legs and look at myself in the mirror.
He passes me a pair of earrings and rings for my fingers. Hoseok grabs the comb sitting on my bed and brushes out my hair so it's straight. He pushes the beanie on my luscious hair and smiles at his work.
"The belt!" He takes the belt off the floor, still in my old pant's pocket, and takes it through the loops on my waist.
"Perfect," I say.
P.JM POV:
"Alright, Jungkook, how's this?" I ask him and strike a pose for him.
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"I like it more than the others. Stylish, good for the place, fits you..." He pauses for a long second, "If I wasn't straight, I'd date you," He smiles.
I laugh and smile back at him, picking up my shopping bags and purchasing the items on my body.
"Can you take my old clothes when we see him? I don't want to carry it around the wh-"
"Sure," He says and slides the bags off my arm.
I nod and slip a thank you from the seeps of my lips.
I check my phone quickly. 6:07 PM. "He should probably be here soon, should we wait by the entrance of the mall?" I ask.
Jungkook agrees on the idea and we make our way there. I'm an obsessive shopper, so obviously we stopped in a few places.
Jungkook on the other hand is a very whiny shopper. He complains every time I see a good store about how we have to keep going.
"We have been here for longer than Taehyung," He points to a boy with brown hair sitting on a bench, "And he beat us down here."
"Well, you never know if that's hi-"
The brown hair boy gets up, turns his head a bit, and spots us. He aggressively waves as he jogs over to me.
