Unmyeong 운명| Taekook ff ✔️

PART 5

“You want me to do his makeover… again?” Hoseok whined, his eyes rolling so far back he could’ve seen his past life.

“Yes,” Jin replied, the word dripping with determination and an overjoyed smile plastered on his face.

“Hyung,” Hoseok deadpanned, pointing at Jeongguk, who was currently pretending to find the ceiling fascinating, “Last time, he bit my finger, yanked my hair, and assaulted me with a pillow because I dared to suggest he try color. I am not a hairstylist-slash-punching-bag.”

Namjoon, who was quietly enjoying this disaster from the corner, struggled to suppress a laugh. Meanwhile, Jin was too busy glaring daggers at Jeongguk, who still refused to acknowledge any of them.

“Hoba, just do it. If he attacks you, I swear I’ll abandon—” Jin pointed a dramatic finger at Jeongguk, “—this thing.”

“Thing?” Jeongguk snapped his head toward Jin, a mischievous smirk spreading across his lips. “I’m not a thing. You couldn’t abandon me even if you tried. I’m irreplaceable.”

“Oh, really?” Jin purred with faux sweetness, stepping closer. “Let’s test that theory.” His hand landed on Jeongguk’s head, stroking it like a parent comforting their child. But before Jeongguk could bask in the unexpected affection, Jin’s hand descended to his earlobe—and twist.

“Hyuuuung!” Jeongguk yelped, squirming like a fish out of water. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Hoseok, enjoying this karmic retribution, let out a triumphant “Ha!” before diving into Jeongguk’s closet like it was a battlefield.

“Dull,” Hoseok declared, tossing a black T-shirt behind him.

“Boring.” A grey hoodie sailed through the air.

“Disgusting!” A black V-neck joined the growing pile of rejected monochromes.

“Eww.” Hoseok wrinkled his nose at a black pair of loose pants as though it had personally offended him.

Jeongguk sat on the edge of his bed, watching his wardrobe get decimated with a look that screamed betrayal. “That’s my favorite hoodie!” he protested as a particularly soft black satin shirt got unceremoniously shoved into the reject pile.

“Your favorites are the problem,” Hoseok muttered before clapping his hands. “Hyung, we need to shop. Like, now.”

Jeongguk groaned, muttering under his breath, “Why don’t you just replace me while you’re at it?”

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Jeongguk stood in front of the mirror, sighing for what felt like the hundredth time. “Hyung, is this really necessary?”

“Yes!” Jin beamed, throwing Jeongguk’s backpack over his shoulder with so much enthusiasm it almost toppled him. “Now, go forth and conquer!”

Conquer? More like suffer, Jeongguk thought as he trudged toward his college.

He stepped into the hallway, and everything stopped. Conversations halted. Heads turned. Jeongguk, now sporting jet-black hair with a slight sheen, a snug blue beanie, a crisp white T-shirt under a light denim jacket, and a faint glimmer of gloss on his lips, looked like he had stepped out of a K-drama.

“Who’s that?”

“Is that… Jeongguk? No way!”

“He’s so hot!”

Jeongguk’s ears turned red at the whispered compliments. Sure, he liked the attention, but it felt surreal. Did they like him, or was it just the glow-up? His spiraling thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice.

“Beautiful. As always.”

Jeongguk turned to see Taehyung leaning casually against a locker, his gaze warm and admiring.

“Uh… thanks,” Jeongguk mumbled, a shy smile creeping onto his face.

That smile? Fatal. Taehyung? Gone. Completely gone.

---

Namjoon’s dimpled smile widened as he handed Taehyung a script. “I suppose you’re ready for the role.”

“Uh… I don’t know how to act,” Taehyung admitted, scratching the back of his head.

“It’s just a few lines. You’ll pick it up,” Namjoon assured him. “Eunji will be your manager from now on.”

Taehyung blinked at the girl sitting nearby. She couldn’t have been older than twenty, yet she exuded a calm professionalism.

“Manager? Me?” Taehyung glanced down at the script, then back at Eunji. “I’m just… me. Even my classmates barely recognize me.”

Eunji laughed, her smile bright and encouraging. “Every star starts somewhere.”

---

The next day, a sleek celebrity van pulled up in front of the college. Eunji stepped out, instantly drawing attention. She pulled out her phone, calling Taehyung.

“Hey, I’m here!”

Before Taehyung could reach her, Daniel appeared, his trademark sleazy grin plastered across his face. “Hey, gorgeous. Need help?”

Eunji raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “No, thanks. I don’t recall asking.”

Taehyung arrived just in time to see Daniel’s face fall. “Hey,” he greeted Eunji, ignoring Daniel entirely.

“Shall we?” Eunji asked, opening the van door.

“You don’t have to—”

“It’s my job,” she said, smiling as she slid into the driver’s seat.

As the van drove off, Daniel stood frozen, his jaw slack. “Did… did Taehyung just get into a celebrity van?”

Jacob patted his shoulder. “We’ve officially been dethroned.”

Meanwhile, Jeongguk watched the scene from a distance, a strange curiosity bubbling inside him. What’s going on with him?

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