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Sometimes, Jeon Jeongguk did not know what to do with himself in life.
Today might’ve been one of those days, he thought to himself, as he was wandering the streets, scanning the buildings for the warehouse his friend told him to come to. Taehyung, or should he say, his idiot of a friend, had convinced Jeongguk to leave his dorm room for once because he said, and Jeongguk quotes, “even though I’m sure you love to look at me, your sorry ass doesn’t do anything else than that these days and you need to get a fucking life, dude.”
So, here he was, trying his best to ‘get a fucking life’. Jeongguk failed to see how finding a warehouse in one of the busiest streets of Seoul on a hot summer day would help his case. But Jeongguk couldn’t possibly say such things to Taehyung, no, Taehyung would just ask him if he had anything better to do, to which his answer would be no.
Jeongguk let out a breath of relief when he saw the name of the warehouse he’d been desperately searching for, splattered on the side of one tall ass building. As soon as he pushed his way through the turning door, he was met by the cold air of the inside of the warehouse, and his mouth almost dropped to the floor as his eyes scanned the insides. This place looked expensive, too fucking expensive, he thought as his eyes drifted past the golden chandelier hanging on the ceiling. Jeongguk then realized that he was frozen in the middle of the busiest point in the warehouse, and he was probably blocking a lot of people.
It happened to be a lucky day for Jeongguk because as soon as he made his way through the mass of people to a somewhat smaller room, he was met by a loud squeal that could only possibly belong to one person: Kim Taehyung.
“Jeonggukkie!! You’re so late, you dick. You promised you’d be on time. It’s been ten minutes!” Taehyung exaggerated, dramatically tugging at poor his plain shirt and Jeongguk desperately tried to shake him off.
“Hyung, no! This shirt is new, how dare you.” Jeongguk scoffed as he finally succeeded in getting his friend’s hand off his sleeve. Finally, he took in his surroundings and he was, once more, surprised. It was not as pleasantly as the last time, though, as he now noticed that Taehyung had taken him to the make-up and fragrance department of the warehouse.
“Eh, hyung, if you don’t mind me asking… Would you care to explain what the fuck we’re doing in the make-up section of this store? I swear, if you tell me you want to start putting on makeup, you’re literally the gayest shit I’ve ever me-” he got cut off by Taehyung’s whine. “No, kookie. We’re here because I wanted you to meet a certain special someone. He works here.” Taehyung’s voice sounded ten times sweeter than before and Jeongguk wanted to throw up as he scrunched his nose at the look that Taehyung had on his face.
“Hyung, what do you-” once again, he was cut off and he did not like it.
“Baby, there you are!” an overly excited voice called out from behind Jeongguk and he saw Taehyung’s face light up the moment the voice hit Taehyung’s ears.
“Hobi! God, I’ve missed you so much. You smell delicious today.”
Jeongguk turned around, his mouth open once more as Taehyung ran into a guy’s arms, passionately bringing their lips together. He shuddered as he looked to the opposite side, but found out that looking at makeup wasn’t much better.
“Don’t be silly, babe. You saw me yesterday.” the guy giggled and Jeongguk couldn’t help but awkwardly cough, thinking he deserved at least some kind of explanation about why his best friend was locking lips with a complete stranger.
“Ah, yes, Hobi, this is Jungkook, my best friend. Jeongguk, this is Hoseok, my soulmate.” Taehyung beamed as he introduced the guy- Hoseok to Jungkook and Jeongguk’s eyes immediately shot to Taehyung’s wrists where indeed, a pair of words were now drawn onto his skin. He looked up at Taehyung again, and then at Hoseok, and then at Hoseok’s wrist, that also displayed a few words. He was confused, to say the least.
“Wait~ you found your soulmate, and you didn’t tell me? Moron.” he muttered as Taehyung laced his fingers through his newly found mate one’s.
Taehyung shot Jungkook an apologetic smile, “well, it just happened yesterday, and I thought this would be a nice way for you to find out, you know.” Jeongguk just nodded when Hoseok looked at his watch and then looked back at Taehyung.
“Well, Jeongguk, it was a pleasure meeting you, but sadly, there’s bills to pay and a job to do, time’s ticking in here. Taehyung, babe, will you accompany me? I’m sure Jeongguk is a big boy and he’ll do just fine looking around, maybe even find some nice goodies.” Hoseok smiled at Jeongguk and Taehyung did exactly the same, as if the both of them tried to guilt-trip him into saying yes to this. And no matter how much he hated it, the guilt-trip thing was working and before he could even stop himself, he heard himself saying yes.
“Ah man, thank you, Kookie. You're amazing. We’ll see you later, yes? Try not to get lost.” Taehyung blew Jungkook a kiss and Jungkook rolled his eyes as Hoseok and Taehyung both turned around and walked off to god knew where. Sometimes Jeongguk questioned himself why he was even friends with Taehyung, sometimes, like right now.
Jeongguk let out a loud sigh as he looked around him, trying to make some sense of wherever on earth he was. He could only smell the sweet scents of perfume filling the room, and there was make-up everything, all these products for your skin, and there were lots of people, too. In the middle of walking around, taking in the area, he groaned as he mentally cursed at Taehyung for even making him come here in the first place. Taehyung was supposed to at least hang out with him for a while, was this really worth leaving his room for? Then Jeongguk just told himself that he was being an ungrateful piece of shit and that he should be happy that Taehyung found his soulmate, there weren’t many people that could say that, he thought as he looked at people’s wrist’s walking by, and he saw that most of them did actually possess a tattoo of some kind.
Suddenly, Jeon Jeongguk was awakened from his busy mind when someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around to look right into the eyes of some boy that was standing there. Jeongguk noticed that the boy was wearing the same kind of clothing as Hoseok was before, so that meant he probably worked here, and he also noticed that there were three older guys staring at the two of them, they seemed to be laughing their asses off.
“Excuse me, sir, but it should be a sin to be walking around with an ass like yours.” the boy said with a smirk plastered on his face and Jungkook batted his eyes at him, questioning reality. “What, the, actual, fuck.” Jungkook said out loud as the short boy ran a hand through his hair~ which made Jeongguk curious, and his eyes ran over the boy’s body. Fuck, he thought, this boy was definitely good looking. But there was no way in hell that he’d ever admit that after what he just said to him.
“Yah, I couldn’t help but notice you were walking around kind of lost, and obviously you’re looking for make-up, so here I am, your knight in shining armour, looking to help you.” the boy said as he proudly took some kind of bow and Jungkook could hear a cry of laughter coming from the side where those other guys were standing.
“You work here? Wait, are you wearing make-up?” he narrowed his eyes at the boy in front of him as he slightly leaned in, scanning the boy’s eyes.
“Oh heaven’s, yes! I’m wearing the guy-liner, it’s totally in again!” the boy dramatically exclaimed before holding out his hand for Jeongguk to shake, “Park Jimin, at your service.” Jeongguk looked at Jimin’s hand as if it was poison but since he was bored as hell anyways, he decided to be nice today and shake it.
“Park Jimin” Jungkook said, enjoying the way Jimin’s name rolled off his tongue so easily, “I’m Jeon Jeongguk.”
“Jeon Jeongguk? Sounds like a beautiful name for a beautiful guy. Also, a name for a guy that totally wants to get the latest Park Jimin-over! It’s basically a make-over, but then Jimin style. Not like you need it, obviously. But hey, it'd be fun and something different.” Jimin winked at him and Jeongguk felt like stabbing himself, and right then, he made a promise to himself that next time, oh next time, he should just stay in bed next time Taehyung text’s him to come over to a warehouse to do something fun.
Jeongguk got pushed into one of those chairs before he even had a say in it, and Jungkook had to mentally calm himself as he repeated in his head that it was illegal to murder someone with a hair straightener, especially someone with a face like Park Jimin. He curiously eyed the boy as he was walking up to different racks of make-up, grabbing everything that looked appropriate at the time. He couldn’t help but notice that this job seemed to fit Jimin well, hell, the guy screamed visage-artist with his bright coloured scarf draped loosely around his neck and the makeup on his face.
Again, he saw those three guys moving towards Jimin as they held a short conversation with them, one with bright pink hair and the other with blonde, while the other had brown hair. What a pair all of them made together, Jeongguk thought as he saw Jimin walk back to where he was sitting. Jungkook wondered why he was still here, what kind of thing would come out of this anyways? Would he get an ugly ass make-up? No fucking way, Jeongguk was fucking handsome, he didn’t need make-up to prove that.
“Alright, so here I have some of the latest stuff, and, whatever you call this, I’ll apply it first.” Jimin waved a pack of eyeshadow in front of his eyes and his stare turned insulted as he eyed the eyeshadow like it was the spawn of Satan. Jimin looked gorgeous as he opened up the package and put some of the powder on one of the brushes, like a real pro, Jimin leaned in to put it on Jeongguk’s face.
There wouldn’t have been any problem if it weren’t for the fact that Jimin started to apply the eyeshadow to his cheek, and when he did, Jeongguk shot up from the chair, accusingly pointing at Jimin, “aish, what is this? Are you seriously putting eyeshadow on my cheeks, really?” he sneered at Jimin, who looked like he wasn’t too happy with his actions.
“Please, I’m the expert, I know what I’m doing.” Jimin snorted before taking another step closer to Jeongguk, which made him take a step backward.
“There’s no way in hell that you’re putting that stuff on my face again, leave alone touch my face ever again, you weirdo- holy mother of jesus” Jeongguk completely froze as his eyes fell onto the wrist of Park Jimin, to which a few words just miraculously seemed to be scribbled down on the skin.
“What, what’s wrong?” Jimin annoyingly said before following Jeongguk’s eyes to his own wrist, and Jimin’s eyes turned big as plates. “Wait, this wasn’t here before… Oh no. It says ‘what the actual fuck’.” Jimin looked back at him, who was only hoping that his wrist was still empty.
“Jeongguk” Jimin squinted his eyes at the younger boy, who again took a few steps backwards and who hated the effect Jimin’s voice had on him, “show me your wrist, now.” Jimin threatingly flapped his hand around, the brush still tight in-between his fingers as he cornered him.
With a look of dismay on his face, Jeongguk went to raise his sleeve and he felt his heart stopped when he saw the words ‘excuse me sir, but it should be a sin walking around with an ass like yours’ inked out on his skin.
“We’re soulmates.” he heard Jimin’s angel like voice say before Jeongguk looked up at the attractive male. “Did you really, really have to strike a conversation with me including the word ‘ass’. I will now, forever, have the word ‘ass’ engraved on my skin.” he sulked as he tried to wipe off the words on his wrist, but of course, they wouldn’t go away.
“Are you for real, is that seriously what you’re thinking about right now?” Jimin raised his perfect eyebrow at him, who didn’t like the fact that he found everything this guy was doing incredibly cute.
“Well, you don’t have to walk around with the word ‘ass’ on your body!” Jeongguk bickered as Jimin scoffed, “I have the word ‘fuck’ on my wrist! Your argument is invalid!” Jimin fired back but he stopped as soon as he heard a cough coming from behind him. Jeongguk looked up to see those three guys standing there, and he couldn’t help but feel a little intimidated.
“Uh, sorry to interrupt, but, Jiminnie, the manager is coming and you should really come with us now unless you want to go to jail.” the blond fellow whispered and Jimin’s eyes seemed to widen even more, “shit, the manager? Jail? No.” Jimin quickly grabbed onto his wrist and pulled Jeongguk with him as he followed his friends out of the store.
“Pardon, why are you taking me? What is this fuckery about jail? I don’t get involved in that shit, sorry but I’m out.” he tried to wriggle his hand away from Jimin but damn, that dude’s grip was iron and to be completely honest, he kind of wanted to stay too so he wasn’t giving it his all.
“No worries. They’ll never know. Damn Jimin, didn’t think you had the guts in it to pull it off.” the blond haired dude said and then the brown haired guy chipped in, “yeah, you deserve more credit than we give you” before fist pumping Jimin. The next few moments were filled with Jimin high-fiving his bro’s and only when he did just that, did he turn around to face Jeongguk again.
“Well, I was pretending to work at the make-up store. Apparently whoever walks in there, can just start working there. Easy as hell.” Jimin grinned as he removed that hideous scarf and fixed his hair, making it look messier and oh god Jeongguk just wanted to run his hand through it.
“You pretended… Of course you did. You tried to put eyeshadow on my cheeks. And, oh, yes, the guy-liner… Now I can totally see it. You’re crazy. You could’ve gotten caught. Bad things could’ve happened.” he didn’t even want to think of those bad things, only the thought of Jimin getting arrested made his heart swell with anger. “Well, they didn’t. Good things happened, cause I met this boy with a nice piece of ass.” Jimin said and Jeongguk chuckled, “really?” he lifted his eyebrow at the brown haired boy and he sent out a cheeky grin, “really.”