wings | taekook

wings.

okay.

last year for halloween, i posted bite, which was all angsty and creepy and stuff. so i thought, this year, let's do something silly.

it's a lil au me and my qt sarah planned out forever ago, and it's also kind of a gift i guess ?? for the one year anniversary of us being friends :')) ily babyyyy

enjoy, everyone c:

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Admittedly, if someone would have told Jungkook earlier this week that he'd lock himself in some stranger's bathroom Saturday night, kind of wanting to shoot himself in the face and also kind of wanting to shoot Park Jimin, he probably wouldn't have told them they were crazy. After all, he is a certified hot mess, and Jimin is his best friend, which we all know can pretty much be just as bad as a bully, if not worse.

But now that he's here, with the strong urge to punch the shit out of the mirror that belongs to someone out there he doesn't know, he honestly wishes he could just leave town and never be heard from again. Maybe change his name to Something McDonald and pretend to be a farmer out in the plains of some place no one at this party could ever find him.

He snorts at his reflection. He'd been naive to trust Jimin in this type of situation, to say the very least.

See, just hours ago, his older friend had invited him to go to a costume party hosted by some other friend of his, and Jungkook hadn't exactly latched onto the idea immediately, but Jimin is pretty persuasive, as it were.

So eventually, he'd agreed, albeit with reluctance, as long as he could be back by eleven. He knew it sounded a little pathetic, but he'd take seeming lame over risking being eviscerated by his parents any day.

Now, based off of events from the past, the alarms probably should have been sounding in his brain when Jimin had suggested doing each other's makeup. Especially because of the borderline smug expression on his face when he'd brought it up. But for whatever reason, it had totally flown right over his head.

However, he definitely should have been getting those sirens when Jimin offered a little challenge; not checking their own reflections at all.

But again, for a reason doesn't think he'll ever know, he'd just gone along with it, thinking, who knows? Maybe it could be fun. Yeah. Maybe it could be fun my ass. You've known Park Jimin for nine years. How could you not have seen this coming? In fact, not even when he'd caught a glimpse of what he'd thought was an odd hue of makeup in Jimin's palette did he really suspect anything.

When it comes down to it, Jungkook is pretty fucking dense.

"Are you almost done with mine?" Jimin asked impatiently for the umpteenth time, squirming under the makeup brush that Jungkook wasn't even aware he owned before tonight.

"Yeah, just hold on a second," he urged irritably. "I'm trying to finish this one thing." In all honesty, with his own kind of limited experience with makeup, he was pretty proud of what he was able to get thrown together, even with the unfathomable amount of makeup his older friend actually has stored in his room.

After all, Jimin had told him (well, hinted; he's not always the greatest at being straightforward) that Yoongi was going to be at this party, so he wanted to try and make his friend look good for his crush.