DESK MATES ✔|SOPE|Yoonseok

66. 'WE GOTTA SEE THIS'

"Just like old times?"

Namjoon exchanged ready glances with his friend, the entire house watching them intensely.

Yoongi gave him a nod, and the two of them jumped up onto their kitchen table, smiling at everyone standing below them.

"Just like old times."

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So this was the closet of a person with two different personalities.

Some time or another, Jimin had literally taken black duct tape and split the floor down the middle so that there was a fine line between his side and his alter's side. But the longer Hoseok stared at it, the more that line didn't even seem necessary at all.

The left side was something straight out of a 1990's emo teen movie, or like one of those "dark aesthetic" fashion vlogs; a never ending supply of black clothing, lace- up boots in both black and white, piles and piles of chains and harnesses, at least fifteen different leather jackets, and pants that came in every single pattern except for basic blue denim. One of the pants even had flames embroidered on the back two pockets, making for a lovely way to draw everyone's attention to all the wrong places.

And then there was the right side— the side that looked like it belonged to a pure, innocent little angel. Most of the clothes consisted of knitted sweaters, all in bright pastels, and white Nike sneakers he'd painted little butterflies on. And while his alter preferred to keep an extensive collection of vulgar wristbands, this Jimin preferred to accessorize modestly with tiny flower crowns.

Together, they formed what Hoseok thought to be the most fascinating closet in the world. And maybe quite possibly the scariest.

"Check this out, Hobi-hyung," Jimin said, pulling up his sweater and flashing his chest. As soon as Hoseok saw what was glistening against the closet lighting, he literally gasped out loud.

"Jimin, is that...?" he pointed a finger, throwing his other hand over his mouth. "You have a fucking nipple piercing?!"

"I have a fucking nipple piercing!"

"Oh my god!"

"I know!"

Jimin quickly pulled his sweater back down, both of them leaning their backs against the wall and taking in a few deep breaths of air. It was going to take at least a solid week for Hoseok to try and erase that one from his memory.

"And you know, the scary part is that this isn't even as bad as the last time I switched back," Jimin told him, beginning to shuffle through his wardrobe a bit. "Cause at least I can remove a nipple piercing. I can't remove this stupid tattoo on my wrist." He held up his hand with a frown, shaking his head in disapproval. "'Thirteen'... what the hell is that even supposed to mean?"

"Maybe it's your alter's lucky number," Hoseok suggested, although he somehow doubted that. Knowing Jimin's alter, he'd probably just thought it would look cool and got excited by the idea of doing something "edgy."

"Well, whatever," Jimin shrugged. "At least his clothes make for a good Halloween costume, I guess."

Just then, Jimin pulled out a pair of greenish plaid pants and fingerless gloves, setting them aside next to his black t-shirt with a design that Hoseok still couldn't quite figure out; was it supposed to be some type of weird monster, or maybe an alien cat? He'd never know.