ESCORT || JIKOOK ✅

5

Jungkook pov

"Let me get this straight." Taehyong sounds incredulous as he folds his arms across his chest and raises his eyebrows.

"You want us to help you buy a whole new look, and you've got a charge card with an unspecified limit, but you're not going to tell us what any of this is for?"

"I think it sounds fun," says taehyung, nudging his twin slightly and grinning at me.

"It's kinda like a reverse scavenger hunt."

I smile at their opposite temperaments.

Taehyung and Taehyong are the best stylists in the city, hands down. They also happen to be twin omegas who work at Omega for Hire.

They recently conducted a high profile makeover of the mayor's new omega that had everyone on the society pages buzzing for days.

There's no one better suited to get me ready for my debut as Park Jimin's omega than these two guys.

The three of us are piled into a cab heading straight for the heart of the shopping district.

I've only shopped here a few times, usually when clients wanted to treat me to something nice.

My normal wardrobe consists mostly of cheap knockoffs or designer brands I rescued from yard sales and thrift stores.

Don't get me wrong, I like my clothes, but they're not going to stand up under the scrutiny of the truly elite.

I'll be entering the limelight, high society, and I need to look the part.

"Let's just say it's for a client with some very specific needs that he's willing to pay for and leave it at that for now." I offer them a cryptic smile as I sink back into my seat.

"Well, my mind's just hopped straight into the gutter," Taehyung announces with a laugh.

"Are we thinking leather? Maybe some whips?"

"A ball gag?" Taehyong offers, joining in with his twin.

"I don't think we've ever styled some thing like that. Might be a challenge."

"We can make anything look good."

Taehyung turns toward the window and watches a group of alpha's cross the street. "Even a ball gag and some assless chaps."

With that, the two of them devolve into a fit of laughter that drowns out all my attempts to correct them.

They don't stop until we reach the first store of the day. It's early evening, and the store is packed.

Despite their joking around in the car, Taehyung and Taehyong know what I'm looking for and dive in without hesitation.

I surrender myself to their expert opinions and mostly hang out in one of the changing rooms while they hand me things to try on.

As I parade a variety of items for them, they offer critiques and suggestions.

Every now and then, I insert a bit of my own opinions, and together, we begin to refine my style.

Once the first set of purchases are done, we move on to the next store.

I lose count of the number of places we visit, and I do my best not to gasp at the price tags in some of the stores.

A few times, I find myself wishing I was at a club instead.

At least then I could throw my hands up and dance away some of the stress these crowds are causing me.