Don't Call Me Angel || VMIN

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Hearing the sound of footsteps strolling down the corridor, Jimin cast a final look at himself in the mirror and his grin deepened. Setting the lip gloss back in his make-up bag, he gave his lips a small pop. He tucked the little pouch into the duffle bag currently resting at his feet, which were now clad in designer sneakers, and giggled to himself. They matched the same crisp white of his cropped tee and contrasted perfectly with his low-sitting denim shorts. A delicate gold necklace hung around his neck, identical to both the pair of earrings decorating his ears and the chain sitting loosely around his waist. The dainty feathers inked on his skin peaked over the top of his shorts and complimented the wings he had marked around his eyes.

Carefully lifting the straps of his duffle bag over his right shoulder, making sure he didn't crease his shirt, he exited the ensuite and came face-to-face with Taehyung. The other's eyes widened at the sight before him. Out of instinct, the elder took a step back; he hadn't meant to get that close to the younger. However, the dancer surprised him by moving forward and closing the space he had just created.

Releasing a tiny giggle at the expression of shock donning the other's face, Jimin simply latched his fingers around the handle of the nearest suitcase and started towards the door. He sent a swift glance behind him, catching the brunette collecting the second case with his eyes narrowed slightly, and gave him a reassuring smile. His own eyes creased, pressed into crescent moons by the grin, and he giggled again. The noise didn't sound natural and it set off several more alarm bells in Taehyung's mind.

"I'm sure I can manage all three bags if you don't want to take it," Jimin trilled, waving his free hand to prove his point, "It's not fair to make you carry my things anyway."

A firm shake of the head greeted his offer so he continued out of the room, listening to the steady footfalls behind him. See, this is how things were supposed to be. He wasn't here to slow down their plans and he certainly wasn't here to mope around in the oversized outfit he had stupidly worn earlier. Now, he could finally be of use to them, to Taehyung at least, and it was just perfect.

"It would be more suitable for me to be asking to carry your bags," came the response a few moments later, "Min, what happened?"

"What do you mean?" he asked innocently, pausing at the top of the steps.

However, it seemed Taehyung didn't want to elaborate for a stony silence met his question and he heard a distinct sigh escape the other's lips. What there was to complain about, the dancer didn't know. He was back to how he should be and the elder could now do with him what he wanted without any restrictions.

He took no notice of the puzzled look thrown his way from the elder Kim brother when he made it to the bottom of the stairs, merely nodding at him with a now timid smile decorating his lips. All the uncertainty was unnerving him. This was the right thing to do, he resolved, unable to hear the quiet conversation breaking out behind him.

He made his way down to the car, relieved when he could finally put the duffle bag down. The vehicle hadn't been locked, which he found out after testing the handle, and he stowed his luggage in the backseat, leaving just enough room for the second case as well as himself.

The journey passed in silence, unless the mini voices in the younger's head counted, which fortunately couldn't be heard by either of the others and so didn't. Although, they both would have very much liked to know what was going on inside his head, what had sprung this sudden and extremely drastic change in him.

Running his fingers over the fading brises peaking out from beneath the rim of his t-shirt, Jimin felt the tires roll over the tell-tale gravel of the private parking area and looked up. He skimmed over the familiar building first; his attention got captured by the three other cars parked nearby. This meant there were more people here and a flicker of some unintelligible emotion grew inside him. Each one of the vehicles was more flashy than the last and exactly what one would expect from the kind of people associated with Sunwoo's business.