Tomorrow│YM

[10] Bangtan

Getting ready in a steamy bathroom was no easy task. Normally, a freshly showered and naked Jimin would have had free range of his home, but common decency demanded he change his ways. Between the condensation on the mirror obstructing his view as he styled his hair and applied his signature smokey eyeshadow, and trying to wriggle his perpetually damp butt into his tight black jeans, Jimin let more than a few choice words tumble from his lips as he scrambled to not be late for his shift.

Frustrated and out of breath, his shoulders were practically heaving as he exited the foggy room. His hair was already sticking to his forehead, so he tilted his head back and ran his fingers through his blond fringe, encouraging it to dry again.

A sudden fit of coughs gave him pause and he found Yoongi to be the source, perched on the couch. The hybrid was looking at him with round eyes and flushed cheeks.

"W-what is that?" he sputtered, eyes flicking down to the man's torso.

Jimin followed his gaze to the black straps that wrapped his chest, contrasting with his crisp white shirt and smirked. "This old thing?" he replied cheekily, "Why, it's a harness."

Yoongi swallowed. "What - what kind of club do you work at?"

"A gay one?" Jimin simpered. Feigning innocence, he shrugged. "The harness isn't part of the Bangtan uniform or anything. I just make better tips when I wear it." Knowing when to make a good exit, the human sashayed into his bedroom to find his favourite pair of dangly earrings, leaving a flustered hybrid in his wake.

Soon it was really time for him to leave, and he did so reluctantly, slinging his messenger bag over his shoulder and assuring the hybrid he would be home by 1:00am.

On the bus, Jimin smiled to himself as he recalled Yoongi's reaction to his fit. He knew he had some kind of affect on the quiet hybrid, he wasn't blind. Frankly, Jimin got off on flustering anyone he interacted with; man or woman - and now he could expand his net beyond his species. That development tickled him greatly.

His good mood soured as he remembered all the troubling things he learned about the cat over the last twenty four hours. He pulled out the empty can from his bag and scowled as he googled the brand.

The website was all style and no substance, plastered with high fashion caliber photos of cat hybrids in tacky animal prints, draped suggestively over comically large pet beds. How it related to food, Jimin had no idea.

Annoyed, he jabbed the link for "food products" and clenched his jaw at the three options provided; Lean, Athletic and Full-Figured.

"Oh fuck right the hell off," he fumed, earning a concerned glance from the passenger next to him.

The products weren't formulated for dietary needs - they were formulated for body types.

And then he balked at the price. He needed to talk to Seokjin immediately.

Jimin was getting so worked up he nearly missed his stop. Nearly. He sprinted off the bus with a loud, "Thank you!" and a few swift steps later he had arrived at Bangtan's entrance.

EDM beats pulsed from within, and just as Jimin reached for the handle, the door swung open to reveal Jungkook in uniform; a tight black t-shirt tucked into black slacks that were held up with a shiny (you guessed it, black) belt. Jungkook's eyes turned into saucers at the sudden proximity of their faces.

"Whoa, hey!" he choked out, holding a hand over his chest.

"Hiya Kookie," Jimin chirped, entertained by the younger's jumpiness. "Gunna let me in or do ya need to see my ID?"