Majesty Of Zion | Kookjin ✓

Chapter 6

Seokjin's POV:

A few days after returning to Korea from Paris. Hoseok invites me to go shopping with him. Hoseok, "I'm getting together for drinks with some of my old flight attendant coworkers."

"Oh really? Cool." I stated.

"It's been forever since I last saw everybody. So I wanted to look my best, you know?"

"Whatever, Hoseokie, you always look great."

"Me? I'm a mess. Ooh, this outfit is cute!" Hoseok holds a clothing up to himself in the mirror.

"Very Hoseok. I could totally see you in that."

"You think so? But what about that clothing? It's really pretty too... I'm into this suit too." Hoseok looks from one outfit to another, unable to make a decision. "Sorry, Seokjin. I'm so indecisive, you should go shop for yourself."

"Okay, but don't worry about me, Hoba, just take your time." I'm still waiting on my first paycheck. I doubt I can afford anything. I wander around the store and pick up some pieces that catch my eye. This isn't quite right. Neither is this. I return the pieces to the rack without bothering to even hold them up to myself in a mirror. Then, I pick up another piece of clothing. Ooh, what's that...? Turning to a mirror, I hold the clothing up to my body. Fuck yeah, this definitely works. I don't know if I can pull of this neckline though. Buuut, if I paired it with a scarf of this pattern. Then nice! That looks good. "...Hm?" As I gaze at my reflection in the mirror, a certain thought runs through my mind. Weird. I didn't hesitate at all. I know what will look good on me and what won't. The second I see something that won't look good on me, I put it back on the rack. When I see something that will look good on me, I immediately hold it up to my body. Guess I really DID learn a thing or two in Paris.

"That clothing would be super cute on you, Seokjin!"

"Hoseok..." Eyes wide, Hoseok looks me up and down.

"And the pattern on that scarf is so 'you'! You have got great taste, Jinnie."

"You really think so? Thanks!" Aww, Hoseok's the best. "Jungkook's been trying to teach me how to pick out clothes. I guess his lessons are finally paying off!"

"Yah, you're so lucky! I'd kill for styling lessons from Jungkook! Once Jungkook's done with you, you are going to be unstoppable!"

"Cool. Then how about you switch places with me and let him make you over instead?"

"As much as I would love to, I probably shouldn't. I mean, I've got the most judgmental neighbors. They would never let me live it down."

"Then what about me?!"

"Just enjoy the ride! And anyway... Your skin has been flawless lately." It has? I take a look at myself in the mirror, and Hoseok points to my cheeks. "Look, like around here. Your skin is all glowy and perfect."

"Now that you mention it, I guess my skin does look better."

"Is that thanks to Jungkook too?"

"...I guess it would have to be." I still hate the idea of being used for his makeover project. But the result speak for themselves, and I have Jungkook to thank. For a few moments, I simply stare at my own reflection. It's crazy, but...the way I look now is so normal to me that I didn't even realize I changed. People change. People can really change. I'm still me, but the old me, the one who rejected change and insisted on remaining the same. Feels like something of a distant memory.

"I have always wondered... Why did Jungkook decide to get into modeling? Have you ever asked him, Seokjinnie?"

"Of course not, I don't want to get my head bitten off. He would never let me ask him a personal question like that. Although, I'm curious about what made him become a model too." I'm reminded of the gigantic ad I saw in the city that time. Jungkook, modeling for a designer brand, looking down at the city with an expression of melancholy on his face. When I first saw it, I was struck by how beautiful he looked. I attributed his successful career as a supermodel to his genetic blessings.