Wrong number? || BTS

53. Makeover

Third Person POV

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“Ya! Taehyung, don’t drink straight from the orange juice bottle!” Jin barked, yanking the carton out of Taehyung’s hands like a scandalized auntie at a family BBQ. “This isn’t your solo fanmeeting!”

Taehyung looked offended. “I’m hydrating.”

“You’re mouth-contaminating!” Jin held the bottle up like it was Exhibit A in a courtroom. “There’s pulp floating around like dead skin cells!”

“It’s called natural juice,” Taehyung muttered, reaching for a banana with the grace of a raccoon raiding a picnic.

Jimin choked on his cereal from laughing too hard. “Hyung, your face! You look like someone just spit in your kimchi.”

“He practically did,” Jin snapped, setting the juice aside and dramatically wiping his hands with a tissue. “We are idols, Taehyung. Icons. Not juice-sharing cavemen.”

“Speak for yourself,” Yoongi muttered into his coffee, hair sticking out like he just rolled out of a tornado. “I’m three sips away from leaving this dorm and living in a cave.”

“You are a cave,” Namjoon mumbled, scrolling through his phone. “All you do is grumble, nap, and hibernate in the studio.”

“Correct,” Yoongi said flatly. “And yet I’m still the only one here who’s packed for tonight’s show.”

“Wait, we’re packing?” Hoseok said, mouth full of toast.

Namjoon nearly dropped his phone. “Hyung, we’re staying near the venue after soundcheck! We went over this twice!”

Yoongi raised a brow. “More like you went over it. The rest of us were too busy trying not to die in dance practice.”

“Exactly!” Hoseok pointed a butter knife at Namjoon. “Do you know what those shoes did to my ankles? I twisted into a position only chiropractors and horror movie demons understand!”

“You’re both being dramatic,” Namjoon sighed. “Just be careful during the second chorus—”

“Oh, so now we’re blaming the chorus?” Hoseok interrupted. “Not the fact that our stylist thinks we’re in Step Up 5: Seoul Drift?”

“You volunteered for the center during that part!”

“I was peer pressured!”

“By who?”

Everyone pointed at Jimin.

“I didn’t even say anything!” Jimin whined, arms flailing. “All I did was wink once and Hobi hyung said ‘okay I’ll do it’ like I cast a spell!”

“Your winks are suspicious,” Yoongi deadpanned. “Probably illegal in three countries.”

“You know what should be illegal?” Jin cut in. “Eating half a banana and leaving the other half in the sink. That’s a crime against nature.”

“That wasn’t me!” Taehyung called from across the room, already halfway through a yogurt.

“It had bite marks shaped like your weird molars!”

“Guys, can we not fight this early?” Jimin groaned, slumping in his seat. “We’ve got rehearsals, a photoshoot, and a whole damn concert tonight. I don’t have the energy to babysit you clowns.”

Yoongi casually raised his coffee mug. “Then lower your expectations.”

Namjoon clapped his hands once. “Okay. Everyone. Focus. Outfits. Rehearsal schedule. Meals. Transport. Let’s act like professionals—”