Taehyung's POV
We're going shopping! Shopping is one of my all time favorite things to do, especially for clothes.
I slip on a pair of blue skinny jeans and oversized sweater with round glasses and head out of my room holding my gucci shoes in one hand.
I have my credit card in my wallet and my wallet and phone in my pockets.
I go and stand at Jungkooks door, a folded stack of clothes in my hand. I raise my hand up and quietly knock.
He swings the door open.
I hand him the clothes and he takes them but he stops and looks me up and down. He looks up and smiles.
"I like your outfit." He says and closes the door.
I freeze, my eyebrows raise, and I feel a smile come onto my face.
"Thanks," I whisper to the closed door.
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I stand at the end of the hallway by the stairs when the door to Jungkook's room opens.
He walks out in the oversized blue sweater and black skinny jeans I gave him.
He looks...not bad.
He walks up to me and spins.
"Comfy," he says actually grinning.
Th-this delinquent is grinning over a cute sweater.
I probably look stupid right now, frozen in place.
He pats my shoulder and I snap out of it.
We walk downstairs and pass through the living area where my parents are sitting watching a movie.
They hear our footsteps and both turn their heads.
"Off to Jin's already?" My mother says.
"No, not yet, I'm going to buy Jungkook some clothes and stuff," I say flashing my wallet.
"Aw, well that's nice of you, we'll transfer some money over right after you leave," she says smiling.
I smile and go over to hug her.
"Do you want to drive yourselves or do you want Isak to drive you?"
"I'll drive myself," I say swinging my keys around a finger.
I motion for Jungkook to follow and walk out the door.
We get in my car and as the doors shut and the engine revs up Jungkook turns to me, "You have a chauffeur?"
I nod. He nods. Okkkkk then.
I turn on the radio.
He shuts it off.
"What the heck?!" I say as I back out of the garage.
"Let's play a friendly game of truth or truth to get to know eachother. "
"Ok?"
"Start off easy. What's your favorite color?" He asks.
"Ummmm, I really like red I guess," I say shrugging.
He nods silently.
"How old are you?" I ask, wanting to know.
"15," he says simply.
"Ha! I'm older than you! You don't have to use formalities with me though, you'll be hanging out with us now."
We arrive at the mall quickly and get out of the car.
