Secret Garden

Chapter 7

"So... Yoongi works at a strip club, and you guys are going to bring Jungkook there for his birthday present which is a lap-dance from Yoongi...?" Seokjin began, eyebrows furrowed.

"Pretty much," Taehyung answered, grinning.

"You guys learned from the best," the elder replied, wiping an invisible tear from his eye.

Currently, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jimin were filling Seokjin and Namjoon in on the plan. It was Saturday, and, as planned, Jungkook was to meet them around nine, to which they'd then get him dressed for the club.

"So we're gonna meet at the club at ten, right?" Namjoon asked, hand on Seokjin's thigh.

"Yup! Jiminie and I will meet at his apartment around eight, then Jungkookie will come at nine and we'll get him ready."

"What about Yoongi?"

"He'll already be at the club by then," Jimin answered, eyes twinkling.

The five grinned and nodded, then went their separate ways.

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They're up to something...

Jungkook frowned as he was unceremoniously shoved into Jimin's room and forced to sit on his bed. Apparently, they had some big thing planned for him and were going to surprise him with it as an early birthday present. In all honesty, the younger had no idea what they were talking about. Anytime he'd ask, they'd be super discreet about it. It was way too suspicious.

"Remind me again why I have to dress up..." he grumbled from his place on the bed.

Jimin poked his head out of his abnormally large closet. "I told you, it's for your birthday. You have to look nice for your birthday."

"Ugh fine. Can you at least tell where we're going?"

"Haha, no."

The younger fell back on the bed, pouting. Needless to say, he was a little bit nervous. He just hoped they weren't going to shove him in front of a microphone to give a speech or some shit. That definitely seems like something they'd do...

"Okay!" Taehyung quipped, pulling Jungkook back up to a sitting position, only to shove a pile of clothes into his face. "Go change! Afterwards Jiminie will fix your hair and makeup!"

"Is this all really necessary?" He muttered, heading to the bathroom to change.

"Yes, it is!" Jimin shouted from his room.

Jungkook hurriedly changed into the outfit, stopping to look at his reflection in the mirror. He was clad in tight black jeans with rips at the knees, and a black striped red sweater that had rips along the arms and on the chest, and a thin black scarf to top it off. Okay, he was impressed. Jimin and Taehyung shared a look of satisfaction when he'd stepped back into the bedroom, only to then be sat down on the bed again, Jimin leaning over him to apply makeup and fix his hair.

When everything was finished, Jungkook went to look at himself in the mirror, surprised to find how good he looked. He had a light layer of concealer on, as well as black eyeliner. His hair had been parted in the middle, one side swooping to the left, while the other rested over his eyebrow. He didn't just look good, he looked amazing.

"Okay. I'll admit, you really outdid yourself, Jimin-hyung. I look good," Jungkook admitted, eyes wide while he looked over his appearance.

Jimin stepped into the room and gave him a smirk. "I know."

"Oh! We gotta go!" Taehyung suddenly gasped, sharing a quick look with Jimin before pulling Jungkook out the apartment and to their car, Jimin in tow.