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Call Me Hyung

Jimin's POV

"Tae, there's no way in Satan's asshole I'm wearing this!" I protested, voice rising an octave as I inspected the tight whitewashed jeans, thigh choker, and black t-shirt that hugged my body a little too well. Tae had found it best for me to dress 'appropriately' and 'flaunt what I got'.

"What? You've got a great ass. I could've put you in some booty shorts if it wasn't for the weather." He shrugged. Fashionista Tae was probably one of my least favorite alter egos he possessed.

"I'm not wearing this shit. I look like a male stripper." I deadpanned.

"Chim, that's kinda the goal." He spoke mater-of-factly.

"No way." I said, just about ready to peel it off.

"Oh, c'mon Jimin. Lighten up. Look, you can wear your favorite jean jacket, it'll cover up how tight the shirt is. Alright?" He reasoned, lips forming a thin line. I didn't reply. "Please?" He gave me a pout and whined a bit, trying to break me by acting cute.

"Ugh! Fine." I exhaled deeply. "I get to do your makeup though."

"Yay! We're gonna fuck shit up!" He yelled confidently.
After finishing our makeup we head out; Tae clad in a pair of ripped black skinnies, a black print top with the words 'Bloom' written in bold white font, a yellow bomber jacket and a pair of maroon Dr. Martins and a loose-knit burgundy beanie. I leaned forward a bit and checked my expert job on his eye makeup.

"I should be a fucking guru on YouTube or something, damn." I boasted.
His eyeliner was a subtle brown and I had given him a more warm, yet stunning and natural look using my Naked 2 pallet along with an 'Amber Blush' glitter shadow I applied on the outer lid.

"It could be a joint channel. We could be like Beauty Beasts!" He jumped excitedly at his connection to one of our favorite channels.

"Spilling the Tea with ChimChim and TaeTae." I snorted as we continued to walk down the pavement in route to Hoseok's house.

"Oh my god yes!" He squealed, making me laugh.

"I wonder what Jin's wearing?" I wondered.

"Probably his standard pink shirt, blue jeans and some crocs." Tae snickered and I rolled my eyes.
Jin had decided to meet us there, going early to help Hoseok buy the liquor (considering he was of age and Hobi was not). Thinking about it, I wasn't quite so sure if Taehyung would be completely off with his assumptions of Jin's outfit.
Soon enough we'd arrived, the front of the house already littered with red cups and bottles, the bass of the music thumping from the outside. I walked up behind Taehyung, mentally preparing my senses to be destroyed by the extreme mixture of smoke, sweat, liquor, and (undoubtedly) sex.

"Fuckin ready to slay this bitch?" He smiled at me.

"I guess." I snorted once again, getting into my party demeanor and running a hand through my hair.

"Brilliant." He smirked, opening the door. The music and party smell hit us like an unpleasant, yet tolerable, wave. "See you in a bit, yeah?" I nodded and we parted ways in search of either liquor or some company; in Tae's case, both.
I walked through the crowd of people in search of a drink, nearly getting fucked through my clothes by a few thirsty girls dancing around the largely populated living room.
I'd finally found a more quiet scene in the kitchen, took a few shots of, what I assume was vodka, and then settled on a can of standard soju.
My skin tingled with the oncoming presence of intoxication when someone called out for me over the pulse of the music.