only his | taekook

chapter eleven : shopping

Taehyung's POV:

I'm doing great if you're asking.

I am sure.

Fuck myself, I am seriously not okay.

This is probably the most stressful thing I've done in my entire life.

"Does this look right?" I ask Jimin as I went out of the changing room, I was wearing a simple black tee and some jeans. We were currently shopping, yes you heard it right,.

I have some decent clothes, but Jimin seems to think that its too old and he wants something new. Bitch doesn't realize that its just a cup of coffee.

Jimin looks up from his magazine and says with a frown. "It looks nice but would you wear it on a date?" He asks and I groan and went back in the changing room, closing the door harshly in annoyance.

I then get the last outfit I had picked for myself, Jimin doesn't know about this one though,if he opposes to this, I'm going to punch him in the face for being so picky.

I quickly change to the new outfit and look at myself in the mirror. I smile, it does look good. I was wearing a white plain shirt and a jean jacket, I am also wearing black dress pants.

I ruffle my hair and smile a bit. I hope Jimin likes it because I like it too. I open the door and Jimin immediately looks at me.

He looks at me from top to bottom as I anxiously wait for his reaction. "It looks nice." He mutters but I could hear it very well. I smile brightly as I went back to change to my regular clothes.

When I was finished, I grabbed the items that weren't okay for Jimin and placed it back to where I found it. I went back to get the clothes that I would be the the one I would wear tomorrow.

I hope he'll like it though, fuck what the heck am I thinking? Shit, Jungkook has been on my mind lately and I can't just poof it away. I don't think its something good though.

"You need to dye your hair you know." Jimin comments as we line up on the cashier. I simply hum in agreement, my hair has been a little bit shabby since its been months already.

When we were in front the cashier, we payed for my clothes. The cashier places my already paid things in a paper bag and gives it to me with the receipt stapled.

Jimin grabs it for me, with a grin on his face. I sigh and we walk our way to my favorite salon.

"I think I'm going to change the color of my hair too. Its been a boring brown for too long." He complains. I roll my eyes, Jimin must have seen it since he pinched me on the arm harshly.

"Fuck" I whisper, Jimin laughs mockingly. When we see the familiar salon, I smile.

Jimin enters first, he pushed the door big enough for us to fit. The salon wasn't busy at all, I take a whiff of the air, only to smell beauty products.

The salon is big , it was clean with no product out of place. "Ah Mr. Kim, nice to meet you again. Are you finding for Ms. Lee?" The cashier greets me, obviously not noticing Jimin.

Jimim huffs in annoyance and I bit back a laugh. I nod in reply and the cashier goes to the back of the salon to fetch Ms. Lee, the owner of the salon.

I turn to only see Jimin dramatically leaning against the wall while fake crying. "H-how could s-she?" He wails.

"Your height" I simply say, he looks at me with a death glare and goes in front of me, he was going to grab my shirt but thank God, Ms. Lee was near us.

"Ah, Taehyung!" Ms. Lee says as she hugs me tightly, her hands were damp, clutching my shirt. I could still feel the death glare of Jimin, I shouldn't say that shit when he's around.