Taekook AU
Jungkook is a famous celebrity and randomly happens to see university student Taehyung's post, about wanting someone to anonymously text for a while.
What could possibly happen?
"I don't get why your making a big deal out of what I wear. It's not like he's coming or anything," Taehyung mumbled as he pulled in what felt like the hundred shirt that afternoon.
Yoongi was picking out something absolutely perfect for him, because he knew about the surprise that was being planned for Taehyung.
"Quite your whining. I'm doing this for you. Just trust me," Yoongi said, shaking his head and gesturing for the shirt to come off. Taehyung simply obliged and handed it back to the older.
"I still don't understand why, but if it makes you happy," Taehyung admitted, taking the now black shirt from Yoongi out reached hand.
"Finally!" Yoongi exclaimed, pleased with the shirt. Now he simply had to fix Taehyung's hair, attitude, find him jeans, a jacket, and accessories. It was a good thing they started early.
Taehyung grumbled the entire time Yoongi fussed with him. He still wasn't sure if he really wanted to go. But he would, as he was given the ticket out of the kindness is someone's heart, and he didn't want to waste it.
3 hours later...
"Alright so I'm done? Like for real this time?" Taehyung asked, getting up from the chair Yoongi had made him sit in to do his hair and makeup.
"Yes your done. And I will say, I have done excellent work here. You look transformed," Yoongi complimented, ushering Taehyung to the full length mirror.
"Oh my g- I can't believe this. I'm not even- I don't even- I don't look the same!" Taehyung exclaimed, admired himself in the mirror, turning to look at his backside. (EDIT: just minus the mic and this is his attire haha)
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"I told you I'm good," Yoongi said, now changing his own clothes.
"You are. You really are. If my anonymous isn't there well screw him I could get any guy I wanted!"
"That's the spirit! Now let's go, I don't want to be late," Yoongi said, grabbing the keys to the room and dragging Taehyung out the door.
Jungkook's POV
"Jungkook stop pacing. Relax, you'll do fine. You know the songs like second nature, you don't have to worry about any of it," Namjoon spoke, trying to get Jungkook to relax. But all the younger boy heard was blah blah blah and don't worry. "I'm not worried about the concert, I'm worried about what's to come after when Taehyung comes to see me," Jungkook said, finally stopping his movement.
"Remember what I told you and it will work itself out. I'm sure Taehyung will understand," the older said, sitting on the counter where all the makeup sat. Jungkook was now currently being pushed into the chair to get last minute touches as he had messed it up with tears of fear just moments ago.
"I know, I know. I'm sure it'll be fine. But what if he hates me for what I did to him? How could he forgive me?" Jungkook questioned, snapping his head to look at his manager.
"Jungkook!" the girl doing his makeup screeched, almost having slid eye liner across his cheek when he moved.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Jungkook mumbled, turning his head back and closing his eyes for her.
"From what you've told me, he sounds like a wonderful, understanding boy. Now stop worrying because you have a performance for thousands and thousands of fans out there. Don't let Taehyung distract you until after," Namjoon warned.
"I know, I won't," Jungkook promised, taking a deep breath and focusing on the performance to come in moments time.
