Truth Or Love || Taekook

10

Jimin and Taehyung sat side by side in the classroom, both struggling to follow the convoluted lecture the teacher was delivering. Jimin, ever the quick thinker, decided to take a different approach to make the class more bearable.

He scribbled a note on his notebook and passed it to Taehyung discreetly. The note read: “Are you going to Bogum’s party this weekend?”

Taehyung glanced at the note, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. He replied with a note of his own, marking a big question mark and adding, “What party? Who the hell is Bogum? Is that some kind of candy?”

Jimin stifled a chuckle and scribbled back, “No, silly. Bogum is a senior. He’s from the dance society and we also share frat house. He invited me to his party, and I don’t want to go alone. Will you come with me?”

Taehyung read the note and shook his head slightly, not entirely convinced. “I don’t even know him personally. It doesn’t feel right to just show up.”

Jimin’s face brightened with a hopeful grin. “Come on, Taehyung! It’ll be fun, and it’s a good chance to meet new people. Plus, it’s better than sitting at home. I promise it won’t be awkward. You’ll enjoy it.”

Taehyung sighed, clearly torn. “Alright, alright. I’ll think about it. Let’s see how things go.”

Jimin couldn’t contain his excitement and did a little happy dance in his seat, his legs bouncing and his arms flailing slightly. His enthusiasm was infectious, but it caught the attention of the teacher.

The teacher’s eyes narrowed as he saw the movement. “Jimin, please keep your dancing to a minimum and focus on the lesson.”

Jimin quickly stilled, his face flushing as he tried to suppress a giggle. Taehyung, catching Jimin’s barely contained laughter, also broke into a soft chuckle. They exchanged amused glances, their earlier frustration with the class momentarily forgotten.

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Taehyung was pacing around his apartment, clothes scattered everywhere as he whined loudly. "Jimin, I have nothing to wear! This is a disaster!"

Jimin, lounging casually on the edge of the bed, rolled his eyes, clearly amused. "Tae, you literally look good in anything. Why are you stressing out?"

Taehyung groaned, rummaging through the wardrobe with frustration. "I don’t give a fuck about how I dress most of the time, but I also don’t want to look like a total mess tonight."

Jimin stood up, walking over to Taehyung with a confident smirk. "First of all, stop whining. Second, you need to trust me. Let me handle your look, and I swear, I’ll make you look like a complete snack."

Taehyung hesitated for a moment but then sighed, giving in. "Fine. Do your thing."

Jimin's face lit up with excitement as he began pulling out clothes from Taehyung’s closet. "Okay, this satin red shirt... and these tight black jeans? Perfect!" He grinned, holding up the outfit. "You’ll be turning heads for sure."

Taehyung looked at the outfit, still unsure. "Red satin? Isn't that a bit... much?"

Jimin shook his head firmly. "Nope. Trust me. And don’t worry, I’ll add a little makeup too, nothing crazy. Just to bring out your features."

Taehyung raised an eyebrow. "Makeup? I don't know, Jimin... I’m not sure about this."

Jimin pouted. "Please, just trust me! You’ll thank me later."

Reluctantly, Taehyung nodded. "Fine. Do whatever the fuck you want, I’m trusting you with my life here."

Jimin got to work quickly, styling Taehyung’s hair just right, applying a light touch of makeup, and finishing off the look with some sleek jewelry, including a choker to complete the vibe.

Taehyung’s satin red shirt clung perfectly to his lean frame, the tight black jeans showing off his curves in all the right places.

When they were finally done, Taehyung stepped back and looked in the mirror. His eyes widened in surprise as he took in his reflection.

"Holy... is that even me?" He ran a hand through his hair, admiring how polished he looked, yet still effortlessly hot. "I mean, I know I’m hot, but damn."

Jimin laughed, clearly proud of his work. "Told you! You’re welcome."

Taehyung turned to Jimin, who was wearing a crop shirt that showed off his toned abs, paired with ripped jeans. His choker and layered necklaces completed the edgy, stylish look. "Jimin, you look soooo good too. Seriously. We’re gonna kill it tonight."

Jimin grinned, doing a playful spin. "Right? I mean, if we don’t leave a trail of broken hearts behind us, I’ll be shocked."

Taehyung chuckled and shook his head. "Thank you, seriously. I feel... I don’t know, confident. You really came through."

Jimin winked. "That’s what friends are for. Now, let’s go have some fun and show everyone what they're missing out on."

They both checked each other out one more time before heading toward the door. He quickly took a selca, sending it to Tessa right away. Taehyung shot Jimin a grin. "Alright, let’s go. Time to show these people what a snack really looks like."

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