Take on Me

3

¤ Lust for Life
Lana Del Rey ↲

'Cause we're the masters of our own fate
We're the captains of our own souls
There's no way for us to come away
'Cause boy we're gold, boy we're gold
And I was like...

Take off, take off
Take off all your clothes

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Steam leaked into the small room once Jungkook opened the door, parading around in nothing but a hip-hugging towel.

"You could've put on some clothes, you know," his friend and old roommate, Park Jimin, groaned. "Just because I haven't seen all that in a while doesn't mean I want to now."

Jungkook rolled his eyes, running his fingers through his wet hair. "I bet if it meant having me live here again, you'd ask to see me shirtless every day."

Jimin plopped down onto his bed, pulling a pillow over his face. "Not sure I'd go that far, Kook. You're great and all, but I prefer you fully clothed."

The younger of the two chuckled, pulling out his change of clothes for the evening. There was an hour break between his construction job and this art class, so Jungkook asked his former roommate if he could eat and shower at his place beforehand. He didn't have enough time to go all the way home and back, so he was thankful that Jimin agreed.

"What does one wear to be an art model anyway?" Jimin asked, removing the pillow and stretching up one of his legs. The dance major was constantly doing one of two things: moving some body part or stretching.

Jungkook eyed his black pants and oversized shirt. "Your guess is as good as mine. The professor mentioned something about my tattoos being a challenge to draw, so I decided on short sleeves. But he didn't give me much direction outside of that."

He went back into the bathroom and dressed himself, afterwards arranging his hair into place. The black strands fell onto his forehead messily, the dampness making everything a little uncooperative. Hopefully it'd air dry well enough.

"Let me know if you want anymore food before you leave," the elder said once Jungkook returned to the main room. "I have some snacks."

"I'm good," Jungkook answered as he gathered his belongings. "You've given me enough already. Don't want to look bloated when they capture my good side."

Jimin studied his friend for a moment before snickering to himself. "Under those baggy clothes, I'd doubt they could find your good side let alone draw it. Those poor art students don't know what they're in for."

The younger's nose scrunched up. "You're lucky I'm all put together and presentable, otherwise I'd kick your ass for that. Those students should be grateful I'm showing up and pushing their artistic boundaries."

"More like you should be grateful. Clearly, the professor has the hots for you and offered to pay so much to win over your heart," Jimin teased as he stretched his other leg, a series of pops sounding as he moved it back and forth.

Jungkook went to the door. "He does not have the hots for me. He just recognizes a good commodity when he sees one."

"Boy thinks he's gold," Jimin muttered under his breath, ignoring the middle finger sticking up on Jungkook's hand. He rose his voice and asked, "If you save up enough money, does that mean you'll re-enroll?"

The younger shoved his hands in his pockets. Jimin didn't know what he needed the money for; he never opened up about that part of his life. So he shook his head.