Plastic (jjk + pjm)

plastic; 9

Photography.

The only club left for me to sign up to. Why did I take forever to do so?

I was planning on either joining the Dance club or the Music club, but never really got around to do it.

Photography will do. I don't have a problem with it. My dad, the real one not Young-trash-Chul, used to be a photographer when he was younger.

He started to teach me how to take pictures and stuff when I was a pre-teen. Unfortunately, he was sent to jail. You guys already know the story.. poop.

It still stings my heart, but I don't want my dad's shared talent to go to waste. I wrote my name down in the sheet for the club. I looked around the other ones and saw all my friends have already picked a club.

Yoongi was in both Rap and Basketball club.

Namjoon was in the Rap club.

Hoseok was in the Dance club.

Jin was in the Cooking club and the Choir club.

Teahyung was in the Choir club and Music club.

Jimin was in-- hold on. Jimin's name wasn't in any of the othet sheets. No music, no dance, no basketball, nothing.

My eyes landed back on the Photography sign up sheet.

Park Jimin

His name was the very first one on the list. How did I miss that? I sighed deeply. My suspicion towards him has dropped so low lately.

I haven't been thinking about finding out about him so I can prove my suspicion correct, ever since I went to his house for the project.

71.99% of me actually started to consider him as my friend, but there's that other percent that won't drop the fishy-perfect reputation.

All this has worn me out. Should I just give up on this?

"Jungkookie!" Thinking about the devil himself, Jimin called out to me as he jogged towards me.

"I see you're signing up for a club.. 3 weeks into the school year?"

I scratched the back of my head and laughed nervously, "I know you're supposed to do in the first week, but I always forgot to go and sign up."

He giggled and looked over all the sign up sheets, "So which club did you get into? There must have not been much available anymore."

"Photography."

He looked at me surprised, "Photography? Me too! I'm also in Dance." I looked over at the sheet and there he was at the middle of the list.

How did I miss that again?

"Oh well, would you look at that. I wanted to join Dance, but it's full." Jimin pouted. We decided to head to the mall and hang out before going back to his house to work on the project.

In no time, we were there and the first store we spotted was Forever 21. "I really want to get new earrings and a chocker." Jimin told me as walked in the store and headed to where all the jewelry and makeup was at.

We got a few weird looks and I could see people whispering, undoubtedly because of Jimin.

I tried to hide him by standing very close to him, making sure to completely block his small figure.

"What are you doing, Jungkookie?" Jimin asked ad he examined a pair of sunglasses.

"You're forming a crowd." He looked down and immediately, I could feel gis node go blue.

I placed my hand on his lower back and rubbed it, "Don't worry, I'll protect you from this crowd." I told him, instantly feeling my cheeks go hot after that sentence left my lips.

He looked at me and he smiled, "Thank you," his smile dropped, "but I just feel bad that because of me, you have the need to protect me and get looked at badly by these people."

I shrugged it off, "Don't worry about it. I don't care what people think about me." He grinned and continued looking at the various chockers, earrings, and rings.

He looked so adorable. His glasses would slide down everytime he'll tilt his head slightly down, and he'll have to push them all the way up, where his lashes would be pressed on the glass.

He traced his finger tips ever so lightly on something he would find eye-catching, as if the object would fall completely apart if he didn't handle it with care.

He would pucker his rosy lips at cute things and let out a small, "ooohh~" ever so adorably.

He was so cute and fluffly.

I'm going to slap myself.

Jungkook, you can't be thinking these things! Jimin bought three chockers, small hoop earrings, and a few rings, along with a tank top.

I bought a face mask.

We got out of Forever 21. "Let's go to the cosmetics store." Jimin suggested.

I looked at him, "You wear makeup?" He batted his eyes and smirked, "Of course, why do you think I look so good?"

Now that I look at him every up close, I could see the foundation on him, which was kind of hard because it matched his skin color perfectly and looked flawless.

And now that I remember, he did have selfies with eyeshadow on and various makeup products.

"But you look amazing without makeuo too." He raised up his eyebrows. "Your selfies in the mirror. You had ones with makeup and ones without."

He relaxed his eyebrows and wrapped his arms around mine. "I can't believe you still remember those, anyway lets go."

"It has only been a few days." We made it to a makeup store, I have no idea what the name was but it held different brands and products.

Jimin immediately went to where the American makeup was located.

"Urdan Decay? Why not Missha? Or Holika Holika?" I asked him as he grabbed a big pumping cylinder thing.

"I like this brand's face primer and I ran out." I looked at him confused. "Face primer?"

He bought the face primer, which I learned was called Optical Illusion, and we went to his house.

Third Person P.O.V -

Jungkook headed up stairs to Jimin's room to work on the project. Jimin went to the kitchen and called his father.

"What do you want now?"

"The guy I told you about is in the house. If you treasure your rep and money, you better behave and not fuck a fucking foreigner. Tell mom." Jimin hung up the phone and grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge.

He ran up the stairs and got in his room, as the door unlocked and came in Mr. And Mrs. Park.