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𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

"Are you sure you wanna do this Kook?" His friend/brother figure questioned again with a look of unsurety.

"Yes, stop asking me that. For the hundredth time, yes!" Jungkook exclaimed, his tone showing how irritated he was becoming.

"I'm just being sure. You've never seen what's out there, well not in that way. You've only ever went out for business purposes and even then, you don't take a look around. I'm just worried about you. You haven't even slept on a twin sized bed, furthermore a floor so yes I have to ask." He elaborated.

"Thank you Joon hyung but I'll manage. I can't be blind anymore, not especially when I could do something about it." Jungkook admitted.

Namjoon gave Jungkook's shoulder a gentle squeeze, smiling proudly before leaving the room to get things ready for Jungkook. Sighing, Jungkook put his head in his hands as his plan circulated in his brain.

Ever since he heard the rumors in his company about 'the boss being a prick and ignoring the poor and needy', 'Jeon treats the poor like sh-', 'He disgusts and mistreats the poor', he wanted to prove them wrong.

He didn't want to prove them wrong because of the rumors, well yes, but he wanted to prove to those poor people that he can help. He's been running the company for years but yet, he's never seen a homeless person not went outside unless it was for business or to go home and even then, his cars has a cover that he pulls down to block the view and also from reporters or what not trying to capture pictures of him.

"Ready?" Namjoon questioned peeking his head through the door. Jungkook nodded, grabbing his phone from the table before he exited the room behind Namjoon.

Hyung led me to the car and we drove off to a clothing and makeup store ran by his husband, Kim Seokjin, a famous fashion designer. We got out the car and made our way inside, where we went all the way to Jin's office, hearing his voice inside.

Namjoon hyung opened the door with an eye roll and there Jin hyung was seemingly arguing with someone over the phone... Again.

"No I specifically said I wanted that one and I pre-ordered it.... What?! You can't just give my order to someone else, that's my material... No I don't want another one. You've got til tomorrow to get my order or I'm cutting all ties with your business and we both know how that'll end." He argued before hanging up, letting out a frustrated sigh.

"So... You're actually doing this?" Jin hyung asked and I nodded my head.

"It's dangerous Koo, you could get injured. You could be spat on, publicly humiliated, insulted or worse beaten and other horrible stuff." He worried.

"Please stop worrying hyung, I can fight and I promise I'll be extremely careful.... Pinky swear?" I said extending my pinky with the best puppy dog eyes I could muster.

Jin hyung sighed and hooked his finger with mine, shaking it a bit before we let go. He stood up out of his chair and gestured for us to follow him. We followed him into a dressing room but this one was bigger than any normal one, hyung mainly used it for us and close friends or family.

"Okkk... This... That... And this. When you're done changing meet me in the makeup room so we could get started." He ordered throwing battered clothes and shoes at me before leaving the room.

I quickly changed into the dirty black sweatpants and T-shirt along with the worn out looking shoes that had a hole in the top, my big toe poking through one.

When I went to the makeup room, my eyes widened and my cheeks flushed pink at the sight of Namjoon hyung practically eating Jin hyung's face.

"Hyungs~" I whined covering my face, with the dirty sweater paws I seem to have. I grimaced and removed my hands from my face, running over the makeup table and wiping my face with a wipe.