The Ugly Boy's Makeover || Vmon ||

Chapter 28

Taehyung was distraught to say the least. He didn't get a wink of sleep last night and is now scurrying around his hotel room, looking for an outfit to wear today.

"Why're you so freaked out?" Hoseok mumbles as he sits upright on his bed, causing the covers to fall slightly and reveal his tone body. His red locks were a mess yet he still manages to pull off the bed head look which appears to suit him greatly.

"Because! I have a date in about 5 minutes with Namjoon hyung!!" Taehyung yells as he collapses onto Hoseok's bed with a groan. The older just chuckles, ruffling Taehyung's hair. "Hobi, help me!" Taehyung's voice was muffled against the sheets but Hoseok understood.

He got up from the warm comfort of his bed and over to Taehyung's suitcase. "Alright, lets see..." he trails off, searching through the piles of clothing. "Here," he finally found something for Taehyung to wear. It was a long sleeve blue sweater that looked adorably comfortable. Hoseok paired it with a pair of leather pants, knowing it'll make Taehyung's legs look great.

The younger stares at the outfit before thanking his best friend. "You're a life saver, Hobi!" He yells to Hoseok as he rushes into the bathroom to change. The scarlet haired boy just smiles, glad to help his friend as he returns back to his bed. He buries himself in the soft sheets, hoping to catch up a little more on his sleep but a knock at the door says otherwise.

Sighing loudly, Hoseok gets to his feet once more, trudging slowly towards the hotel door. "Yes?" He grumbles with his deep morning voice while opening up the door to find a rather nervous looking boy to be standing there. Immediately, Hoseok is confused. 'Why is Jimin here?'

"Hey I..." The peroxide headed male whispers, his voice faltering as he finds himself at a loss for words. He wasn't entirely sure why his feet brought him here. Originally, all he was doing was going for a walk to calm his thoughts and decide what would be best to do next.

But in the end, he came here. It must count as something in Jimin's mind, like his heart is telling him that he needs to let Hoseok know how he feels.

Hoseok furrows his brows, scratching at the back of his disheveled hair while staring at the younger. He was shirtless, only having a pair of grey sweats on and Jimin had to use every ounce of strength left in his body to restrain his thoughts from travelling elsewhere, to check his body out like a lion ambushing on its prey.

The elder exhales through his nose, opening the door wider so that Jimin may enter. It was like a vicious circle for Hoseok. No matter how much he tries to avoid and hate Jimin, he really couldn't. It's the same with Yoongi and it was starting to annoy Hoseok to death. He didn't understand why he feels this way towards both boys. He has never experienced this kind of emotion before and it was terrifying.

Jimin proceeds inside, taking his time to gawk at everything despite it being identical to his own hotel room. Hoseok walks past him and over to his bed again. He takes a seat while Jimin sits on Taehyung's. A silence falls over them as neither one attempt to speak. Jimin was refusing to give Hoseok even a peak while the elder stared at him with such intensity that it was burning into the side of Jimin's face.

"So..." The red head trails off, waiting for an explanation as to why Jimin is there. The blonde haired boy opens his mouth to speak, to somehow piece together some form of a legitimate reason as to why he came when the bathroom door creaks ajar, revealing Taehyung. "Hobi do these pants make my ass look good?" He asks his friend, not looking up to see another was also now in his hotel room.

Jimin wears a tiny smile, "hello to you too, Taehyung." This causes the younger to squeal in surprise, shielding himself like he was naked.

"Oh! Jimin, I didn't expect to see you here." Taehyung politely says, trying to ease the growing, awkward tension. He glances at both boys repeatedly, inspecting their expressions before clasping his hands together. "I should probably get going," he explains, pointing his thumb in the direction of the door.