I won't hurt you//kookmin

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"Where are you going?" Namjoon asked, not bothering to look away from the TV.

"Joonie, I told you I was going out with friends today. We're...studying," Jimin responded from the bedroom. He was adding the last touches to his smokey eyes. He put his make-up brush down when his phone buzzed.

Jessi
We're outside

Jimin slide his phone into a small clutch with extra lip gloss, travel-sized mouthwash, and pepper spray. He made his way to the front door, stopping to slip on his knee high, black boots.

"Jiminie, where did you say you were going again?" Namjoon sipped a beer as he stared at Jimin.

"Out studying with friends. We're going to a café." He hated to lie, but Jimin knew his boyfriend would never let him go partying without him. Not after last time.

"Ok, but shouldn't you put tights on under that dress?" Namjoon asked, eyeing Jimin's bare legs.

"No, Joon. It's too warm for tights," Jimin replied. He finished putting on his shoes and stood. "Bye, Joonie. Love you!" He called as he walked out the door.

He didn't hear a response.

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"Jimin, there you are! What took so lon...What the fuck are you wearing?" Jessi shouted out the window as Jimin reached the car she was in. He was wearing a fluffy, white sweater dress that hung just above his knees. "I thought I said sexy, not elderly," Jessi complained.

Jimin craned his head back, checking to see if Namjoon was watching him through the window of their apartment. It was clear. Jimin smirked at Jessi, then slowly stripped off his dress. Jessi's jaw dropped at the outfit he revealed: super short, high-waisted, black denim shorts and a black lace, padless bralette with a choker attachment.

"Damn, sis. And here I thought I was the baddest bitch going out with us," Jennie praised from the driver's seat.

"You were never the baddest bitch, Bitch," Jessi scoffed. Jimin giggled as he let himself into the car. Tsuyu greeted him once he settled in his seat.

"And we're off!" Jennie yelled. The rest of the girls and Jimin cheered as she peeled away from the curb and headed downtown.

"Where are we going?" Jimin asked, curious and excited.

"It's this really cool place that just opened. I heard from some girls that the bouncers let anyone they find attractive in, so yay for us. But before that, we're picking up one more person and having snacks at this diner because drinking on an empty stomach is never a good idea," Jennie explained.

Jimin hummed in understanding, but he couldn't respond as Jessi cranked the volume to the radio.

The rest of the ride was filled with shrieking giggles and loud singing to whatever song was playing. If you didn't know better, you might think the group was already tipsy as the made their way to the diner.

As he stepped out of the car, Jimin started to feel self-conscious. It wasn't because his outfit-- almost every girl there was dressed like him-- but because of the type of guys here. They looked exactly like the kind of motorcycle meatheads that would gang up on twinks like him. Jimin found himself shuffling closer to Jessi. He felt safer next to her big, fierce personality.

Inside the diner was picture perfect for "greasy, grimy, and rough". Everyone looked like they had stepped out of an old American crime movie. They slid into the seats at the bar and waited for service.