Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #38 The Comfort of the Chauffeur

 "Arch! I told you to arch your back, not bend forward you fucking idiot!"

"Stop fucking yelling at me!"

"Your ass Jungkook! Just clench your butt cheeks."

"Clenching won't change the fact that my ass is too fucking fat to fit in your dumbass stripper pants!"

Yoongi swung the door open, immediately wishing he didn't. He inhaled deeply. Namjoon peeked his head over Yoongi's shoulder, his eyebrow rising at the rather unique predicament.

 I made eye contact with Namjoon, my chest exposed, my pants only up to my thighs. I shoved my fingers into the sides of the fabric trying to force the pants the rest of the way up. My feet shuffled forward, throwing my balance out the window.

I slammed head and shoulders first into Jimin's dresser. I whimpered and a symphony of curse words bounced off the walls. My pants made no progression, my ass still hanging out. 

When I thought it couldn't get any worse...it did. Namjoon was quick to slide past Yoongi who was laughing his ass off and Jimin who was cursing at me for knocking his creepy glass figurine collection off his dresser.

Namjoon wrapped his arms around me and hoisted me up, my pants falling even lower, nearly dropping past my knees. The urge to cry was overbearing.

"You okay?" He asked, genuinely concerned. I pushed away from him, yanking the pants all the way off before grabbing my sweatpants and clothing myself as fast as possible. I nodded quickly. His eyes followed me around the room. I chuckled, my face red with embarrassment.

"Yup, I'm super duper."

Yoongi bursted out laughing for the second time. Did I really just say super duper? I glanced at Jimin's bedroom window. Maybe I should just...

Jimin grabbed Namjoon, shoving him out of the room.

"Privacy please! You're interrupting my masterpiece."

Jimin and Namjoon had just met only moments ago and Jimin was already dropping formalities. Not much of a surprising behavior coming from him. I asked both Yoongi and Jimin to help in executing my revenge plan. 

Namjoon only tagged along when he heard that Jimin was a famous lawyer. He expected to geek out with some type of genius only to find out that Jimin was about the dumbest intellect to ever exist. Namjoon found himself hiding behind Yoongi only about five minutes into the introductions.

As a result, I get the honor of looking like a moron in front of Namjoon. Why did I care so much? That fact I have yet to determine. Jimin stepped back and made his fingers into a square, looking through it at different angles to really be overdramatic.

"I got it!"

I rolled my eyes.

"I'm done Jimin. I'm not trying another one of your stupid outfits! I don't know if you're just stupid or blind but if you haven't noticed, we don't have the same fucking body type!"

"Chill~Just try one more! Please. This ones the one, I promise." He pouted. I dropped my head to the side, crossing my arms. He pressed his hands together, even going as far as dropping to his knees.

"Please! Please. Please. Please. Plea-"

"Fine! Jesus! Just make it quick!"

He yipped in excitement.

He handed me a set of brown hanbok with a muted cyan jacket. I slid the pieces of clothing over my body, my lips pulled into a thin line. I had tried on so many outfits that my skin was dyed various colors from the cheap fabrics, glitter covering my entire body from who knows what.