officer jeon // jikook

daseot

It's been quite a while since Jimin got to dress up, so obviously, he enjoyed it.

Although, most people don't think wearing a plain white tee, jeans and a denim jacket is dressing up, it's the first time in weeks Jimin has actually picked an outfit he wanted to wear instead of just whatever was clean.

Jimin didn't put much makeup on. Just some foundation and such to keep his face even, and a bit of a light brown eyeshadow. He was going for a natural look, without leaving the house actually being natural.

Taehyung was already waiting on him. Taehyung was wearing a leather outfit and a faux leather choker, which really complimented his skin tone. It's the same outfit he wore the night Jungkook came over, the one he never ended up using.

Taehyung has bugged Jimin over and over about going clubbing for a while now, and it seems that Taehyung always gets his way.

"I'm ready," Jimin calls, entering Taehyung's room. Taehyung was watching tv, but turned around the moment he heard Jimin's voice.

Taehyung wolf-whistles, causing Jimin's entire face to become flushed, but he tries to laugh it off.

"You look good!" Taehyung yells, picking Jimin up and lying him over his shoulder. Jimin squeaks in surprise.

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Both men walk into the club, arm-in-arm, confidently.

The moment they step in, Taehyung is leading Jimin all over the place. It takes a while for Jimin to calm him down. Once he is calm, though, Jimin can finally enjoy himself.

It only takes a few moments for Taehyung to hit up on someone in the club. Jimin could only hear a bit over the music, but he can tell she's foreign. Taehyung's obviously the more outgoing of the two, while Jimin is more introverted.

Jimin sits by the bar, taking in the neon aesthetics of the scene. While spacing out, he doesn't notice a girl pulling up a seat next to him.

"Hey," she speaks, loud enough to be heard but quiet enough to not burst his eardrum.

"Hi," Jimin answers, not really looking her in the eye.

"I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm Carin. Our friends have seemed to mingle together."

"Jimin."

"Are you the designated driver?" She asks. "I am."

"I guess," Jimin sighs.

"Oh my God, what's your problem?!" Carin yells.

Jimin merely looks at her.

"Why aren't you flirting back? You clearly must not have seen me properly in this light! I'm prettier than any girl you've probably ever dated, if you even have!"

Jimin stands up, visibly frustrated.

"Look princess, I'm gay. I don't date girls. Stop being so entitled to yourself. No one finds it attractive. And, frankly, you're very ugly."

Jimin stomps away, headed to the bar. He just needs a drink.

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