Hot Streak // (BTS Jikook)

Six

"You're seriously wearing that?" Namjoon said in disbelief, eyeing the blue and black horizontal striped sweater I had on.

I frowned back at him, a little embarrassed because I thought it looked good. "Yeah... why what's wrong with it?" My tone raised a little as I turned to examine myself in the mirror, patting the wrinkles away on my stomach. "It looks fine."

"Yeah, sure, if you're 80 years old. We're going to a party Kookie, not a damn Sunday brunch with nan and pa." Namjoon was already digging through the bag he brought with him. He liked to sleep over at my place whenever we went out, he even had his own pillow on my futon couch fold-out.

When he finally found what he was looking for he made an 'ah-ha' sound, then tossed a heavy black leather jacket right at me. It hit my chest with a thud, giving me little time react, and no choice but to catch it.

"Namjoon, I don't know about this..." I began, lifting the rugged jacket up in front of me. "I like my sweater.."

"Put it on, grandpa." He crowed, leaning back on the desk and taking a sip of his drink.

I nervously removed my sweater, all I had on underneath it was a black t-shirt. The jacket was thick, and the leather was cold against my arms. But it fit incredibly well, I couldn't lie.

"How does it look?" I said, swallowing down hard and turning to Namjoon.

Namjoon put his drink down and then started a slow clap, a cheeky grin on his face. "You're like a new man, my friend."

"You don't think it's too much?" I questioned, lifting my arms a little and twisting left to right, trying to get used to the restricting texture of the jacket.

"Oh! You're missing something." He shouted out, scaring me a little. Namjoon ran back towards his bag and rummaged through the front pocket, pulling a small black pencil crayon out, and then glided back to me.

"Here. This will be the final touch you need that will seal it all together. Close your eyes." He demanded, his face inches from mine.

"Uhh, what exactly are you doing?" I said with my eyes already closed. I trusted Namjoon, but I was still a little nervous.

Namjoon didn't answer, and all I could hear from him were the steady breaths of someone hard at work.

After about a minute or two he was done. He allowed me to open my eyes, then took a few steps to the side so that I could see myself in the mirror.

Colored over my eyelids was a thin but dark layer of eyeliner. I almost didn't recognize myself at first, because I was so used to being barefaced.

"Wow..." I said, moving closer to the mirror to get a better look. "I mean... wow."

"It's good, right?!" Namjoon cheered, giggling a little. We both couldn't believe how much it helped the overall look.

"Well, for one, you were right. This looks awesome. I look like a villain from a superhero movie or something." I smiled into the mirror and checked my angles. It was a great look. Much better than the sweater, I thought.

"Almost ready to go?" Namjoon said, polishing off the remainder of his vodka cooler. I followed suit and chugged whatever was left of mine, then nodded to him.

We both headed down towards the parking lot, there was already a friend of Namjoon's waiting for us.

She was a girl, very pretty, and totally badass looking: olive skin, very sharp almond eyes. She drove a silver four door Nissan, her chocolate brown hair was shoulder length and a little wavy, with half of her head shaved. Tied around her waist was a dark red, plaid button up shirt.