r-rated gerber baby•bangtan

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I tend to get treated like a child because of my features. Chubby cheeks, small figure, pouty lips. Every old lady in my neighborhood wishes I were their grandson. I felt popular when I was younger, other kids were growing out of their childlike looks but I still screamed with youth. Now that I'm in my second year of highschool, I'm not sure if this baby look is right anymore.

All of the boys in my year are styling their hair in a messy fashion to look sexy. But here I am looking like an R-rated version of Gerber Baby. It gets annoying after so many people laugh at your efforts. But I am Park Jimin, and the Parks never give up on what they want. I'll look sexy and manly today no matter what. My Gerber Baby image will be buried in my past.

I looked through my closet to find the manliest things I owned. Most of the clothes I wore to school were enormous sweaters that engulfed me in their fabric or baggy sweatpants that made my legs look like balloons. I always went for the comfortable wear, which in turn made me look like an infant with oversized clothes.

Traveling through my closet for sexy pieces of clothing were like going to Narnia. It had to be fifteen minutes until I found skintight ripped jeans that hugged my juicy thighs just right. I paired it with a white t-shirt that hung a bit, revealing my macchiato colored skin. And for my feet, I just threw on my black Converse.

I looked to the full length mirror on my wall. I gaped at my reflection. I never knew I could transform in this way. My body looked amazing but my face still needed work. The R-rated Gerber Baby is dead. Time to go from Jiminie to Jimin. I grinned mischievously at myself before sneaking into my mother's room. Till now, I never owned any makeup.

So till I actually do, mind as just use my mom's. I quickly grabbed some eye pallette and some eyeliner to give me that extra edge. I jogged to the bathroom, hoping my mother didn't see me and I locked the door. I studied my face in the dewy mirror.  I was going to look completely different. I mentally prepared myself as I blended out some black eyeshadow onto my eyelid, dragging it down to my lower lashline.

I blinked a few times, trying to grasp that I looked dark and evil. I giggled at the sight, this was gonna be good. I smudged a good amount of eyeliner just to add a bit more smokiness to the mix before continuing the process on my other eye. I winked at myself before biting my lip seductively. I would even faint if I saw myself do that to me. Next was my hair.

I just ran my fingers through it continuously until it looked like I just woke up. After my shower, my hair went flat and after blow drying it, it went fluffy so I just needed to give it the bad boy look. My black locks were scattered every which way and I posed almost choking at how distinct I looked from my old self. I could get used to this.

I grabbed my essentials, including the makeup from the bathroom before exiting to grab the things I needed for school. Yes, I was going to school like this, and yes, I looked so damn hot. I grabbed my backpack and my phone and hopped down stairs to where my mother was currently sitting at the dining table.

"Hey mom." I smiled as I walked towards her. I wasn't expecting her to choke on her rice, I panicked getting her a glass of water and quickly tilting the cup into her mouth. After her coughing fit subsided, she put both of her petite hands on the sides of my face, stroking the skin.

"Woah, Jimin what happened? You look so good!" My mom exclaimed as she pulled me to turn around and show her the full look. "I see you get your thighs from me, your father has chicken legs."

I put my face in my hands as I laughed hysterically sitting down beside her and grabbing the bowl of rice she made for me. "Thanks mom, I finally changed my look!" If my mom acted this way, there was no way I could tell what my friends would think. I scarfed down the last bit of rice in the bowl before setting off for school.

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