THE DEVIL WEARS GUCCI {hiatus}

three

Taehyung was very persistent when it came to his employees wearing Gucci during working hours, Jimin knew this from the second he met him, but he had one big problem:

He didn't own anything Gucci.

He desperately went through his entire dresser over three times, but he couldn't find anything that even looked like it could be Gucci. He sat down on his bed and pulled his knees up to his chest, sighing and looking at the piles of clothes on the floor.

He didn't know what to do. He couldn't arrive without it, he couldn't lose his job.

"Jiminie, dearest roommate, I'm back from work," Jin called through the place they owned. "Namjoon looked so good today," he added as he walked into the room looking at Jimin. "What's up?'

"A tornado visited my room." No response. Jimin put his head in his hands and let out a low groan. "It's my boss. He told me I had to wear something Gucci or else he'll fire me, but look at me, I barely have enough for a proper apartment, let alone for something as expensive as Gucci!" He looked at Jin with a trembling lower lip. "I don't know what to do."

Seokjin thought about it. "Well, you work at a fashion magazine, they must have a clothes department. Besides, you have enough colleagues to help you," Seokjin said as he sat down next to Jimin and pulled the smaller boy into a hug. "Your boss sounds like a jerk," Seokjin mumbled, a stupid smile appeared on his face before he chuckled. "Do you know where your boss is from?"

Jimin sniffed a little and cuddled up to his friend. "I don't know, the countryside?"

"New Jerksey," Seokjin said as he gave Jimin a smile and cuddled up to him.

Jimin let out a small giggle, Seokjin always knew how to cheer him up. "Thanks, Jin," he mumbled. "I'll go ask for help tomorrow."

"Then what will you wear tomorrow," Seokjin mumbled softly as he remembered something. He ran towards his own room and opened his closet, taking out a Gucci sweater he got at a secondhand store. He handed it to Jimin. "It's old but I hope it satisfies your boss."

Jimin gasped a little and took the sweater. It was a little too big for him, but the fabric was nice and soft. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Jimin screamed, hugging Seokjin. "Best roommate ever!"

"I try," Seokjin said as he smiled at Jimin and let him wrap his arms around him.

-

The next day came and Jimin was really nervous, he kept fiddling with Seokjin's sweater on his way to work. He hoped it satisfied Taehyung, but first he needed to visit the clothing department to get a second opinion.

Upon arriving at the third floor, he immediately saw that the clothing department was a mess, with a ton of new orders flying everywhere and everyone was running around.

Jimin swallowed the little lump that formed in his throat. This floor was so busy, luckily no one ran around like that on his floor. He looked around for help and eventually tapped the shoulder of a tall man with black hair, who had his back turned towards Jimin.

The man turned around. "Hello Mr. Red Hair, what's up?" The man said as he smiled as he looked over Jimin's outfit. The look on his face not giving away his thoughts, which was different from how Taehyung looked at him.

The smile the man gave him immediately made Jimin feel at home. He held out his hand for the man to shake. "Hello, nice to meet you. My name is Park Jimin, I'm new here and I work on the fourth floor. Me and my boss don't really get along so I was wondering if you could help me."

"Your boss must be Kim Taehyung," the man said as he shook Jimin's hand. "I'm Jung Hoseok," he said with a smile. "What do you need help with?"

Jimin looked surprised, but nodded. "Yeah, that's my boss, alright." He sighed. "He wanted me to wear something Gucci, but I didn't have anything. So my roommate, bless his heart, lend me this sweater. Do you think Mr. Kim would approve of this?" Jimin spun in a tiny circle, showing off his outfit.

"I think it looks good," Hoseok said with a smile as he continued to fix the boxes he was working on before Jimin interrupted him. "I'm not sure if he'd approve of it, though," he added as he pressed his lips to a line, dimples appearing in his cheeks.

Jimin blushed when Hoseok complimented him. "Me neither," he said and looked at his feet. "I guess I'll just have to let it happen."

"At least it's Gucci," Hoseok shrugged. "If he doesn't allow of it, come back here. You can come here in the afternoon, I'll let you borrow some things," he said as he gave Jimin a smile. "Now if you don't want to be late, go to your office," He pointed at the clock on the wall.

"Thank you so much, Hoseok, that means a lot to me!" Jimin politely bowed and rushed out of the busy room, to the elevators.

Taehyung stood in the elevator, pressing the button for the fourth floor, but the elevator stopped at floor three.

Jimin tapped his foot on the white tiled floor, waiting for the elevator to arrive. He took a step forward as soon as it arrived but halted when he saw who was standing in the elevator: Taehyung. He muttered a quick 'hello' and went to stand on the other side of the elevator, face heating up.

"Hello Park, did you manage to fish a Gucci sweater from the trashcan?" Taehyung said as he looked at Jimin with a sweet smile on his face. He scanned his outfit again and sighed. At least Jimin was wearing Gucci, more than he had expected.

Jimin pressed his lips together in a firm line, threading his hand through his red hair. "From my friend's room, so yeah, more or less." He was not in the mood for Taehyung's bullshit today.

"It's not as bad as yesterday," Taehyung mumbled as the elevator door closed, his eyes going to Jimin's thighs again, only to notice his ass in his black skinny jeans. If he needed a bullshit reason to fire Jimin it was for being a distraction.

Jimin nodded, didn't want to look up. He kept his eyes on the elevator doors and waited for them to arrive at the fourth floor.

-

They arrived at the fourth floor and Taehyung walked straight to his office, calling over Jungkook to follow him. Jimin raised his eyebrows at Jungkook. The latter shrugged and strutted after Taehyung, leaving Jimin alone at his desk. He hung up his coat and put down his bag with a sigh, turning on the computer to finish that damn scarf review.

After Jungkook left Taehyung's office, Jungkook told Jimin he had to get inside there, into the lion's cave. Jimin licked his lips and opened the door, walking into the office. "Uhm, Mr. Kim? You wanted to see me?"